"Xiang Wei?" The three of them present showed a surprised expression on their faces at the same time.

Lou Ying couldn't help but speak again: "Zhao Meng, it's related to the great cause of the entire Zhao family. How can we make a decision just by Wei Xiang's words?"

Zhao Shuo smiled and was about to say something, when Han Jue, who was beside him, suddenly spoke calmly: "Wei Xiang is right."

Lou Ying said angrily: "How do you know that Wei Xiang is right?"

When facing Zhao Shuo, Lou Ying still had some respect, but when facing Han Jue, the "parent adopted son", Lou Ying certainly did not have such respect.

Han Jue said lightly: "Because the number of times the palace doctors have been summoned to the palace has increased significantly recently, and... a palace doctor suddenly died of sudden illness some time ago."

Lou Ying seemed to have been slapped in the face and didn't speak for a long time.

Handan Chan coughed and said, "This person named Wei is indeed trustworthy."

...

"I told you a long time ago, I believe it is definitely right!" Wei Xiang said to Lan Jie beside him impatiently.

This is the eighth time that Wei Xiang has answered the same question to Lan Li. If someone had changed to a more anxious person, Wei Xiang felt that Lan Li would have been thrown into the Fen River to swim at least three times.

Lan Jie smiled embarrassedly and said, "You are your own family, of course I believe in you, but this ginseng... can really make so much money?"

Wei Xiang slammed and fell backwards in the carriage, stopping talking.

Finally, Wei Xiang returned to the Wei family mansion in Jiangdu and brought a total of 500 carefully selected ginseng.

The main gate of the Wei family mansion was opened, and the sect leader Wei Jiang took his father, third uncle, and a group of Wei family retainers waiting.

This treatment scared Wei Xiang and jumped off the carriage: "Sect Master, how can this be done?"

Wei Jiang's smile always looked so gentle and steady: "Brother, how can you not be the one who has made great contributions to my Wei family in Handan this time?"

After a brief greeting, Wei Jiang smiled and let him go aside. A figure who made Wei Xiang feel a little trembling but extremely friendly came up.

The father patted Wei Xiang's shoulder hard and said, "Didn't you do it... Huh? Why is your body so weak?"

Wei Xiang, who was slapped directly on the ground, coughed heavily, his face slightly flushed, and said, "Well... I'm a little tired in the past two days. Go in and chat, go in and chat!"

At this moment, another carriage slowly stopped in front of the Wei family gate. Shi Xie walked off the carriage and smiled and said, "It seems that I was here at the right time."

A moment later, several people sat in the Wei family lobby.

The first person to speak was the sect leader Wei Jiang: "Brother Xiang, do you say there is something that is of great significance to me, Wei, I wonder what it is?"

Wei Xiang smiled slightly and asked Wei Jiang a question first: "Sect Master, how much is our Wei family's income in the past two years? Don't tell me the total, just talk about the annual balance."

Wei Jiang looked at Wei Ke, the third uncle who was the eldest of the Wei family. Uncle looked a little red, but he still said helplessly: "Last year's surplus was twenty stones of grain. This year, due to the battle of Liu Fen, if it weren't for the assistance from Zhao, it would have been a lot of deficit."

Wei's family is very poor.

This is the case with a group of warriors. They spend as much as they want. At the end of each year, mice can starve to death in the warehouse, and sometimes even have to pay out the funds.

Although this can ensure the cohesion within the Wei family, the fact that it is not good at managing is a very important factor in the difficulty of Wei family to grow and grow.

A good business is nothing more than four words - increasing revenue and reducing expenditure.

What Wei Xiang wants to do today is open source.

Wei Xiang took out a ginseng from his arms and placed it on the table: "I can tell you that with this thing, the era of Wei's financial difficulties will pass forever!"

Wei Xiang's words were loud and full of confidence.

The others looked at each other with confusion on their faces.

Shi Xie couldn't help but speak, "Wei Xiang, what's this?"

Ginseng looks like a tree root or a carrot. In short, it is just a very inconspicuous type, and its appearance is actually quite average.

Wei Xiang said seriously: "This thing is ginseng, which is a magical medicine obtained by Shennong when he tasted hundreds of herbs. I discovered it from Shangdang and brought it back. Don't underestimate this thing, it has the effect of prolonging life, curing all diseases, and bringing back the dead!"

As Wei Xiang talked, he suddenly felt a little inconsistent. Why did he feel so similar to the advertisements of some health products before traveling through time?

No, no, health products are all treacherous. Ours is real wild century-old ginseng, real!

Wei Xiang continued: "As long as this thing is sold in the Great Jin Dynasty, it will be difficult to get one. At that time, I, Wei, will definitely make a big profit and no longer have to worry about money."

After Wei Xiang finished introducing the article, the lobby was quiet for a long time.

The father's right hand seemed to be slightly raising, but he was suppressed by force and said slowly: "Xiang'er, when did you understand the way of medicine? Don't talk nonsense here."

Wei Xiang sighed and said seriously: "This thing was entrusted to me by Shennong, and it is not a joke!"

After Wei Xiang said this, Shi Xie and Lan Jie were nothing, and the faces of the father and brother trio became serious at the same time.

Uncle San couldn't help but say, "Xiang'er, it's not that we don't believe you, but we have to see it as the truth."

Wei Xiang laughed and said, "What's the difficulty? Uncle San, is there any patient in the mansion? The more severe the disease, the better it is."

Uncle San thought for a while and said, "It's really there. Please follow me."

A moment later, Wei Xiang and others came to a corner of the mansion and saw an old man lying on the bed with a faint breath in a dark room.

Wei Ke said: "This is the ancestor, your eldest father, the father of the concubine, Zuji. He has suffered from cold recently and has not healed for a long time. Now...ah."

Wei Xiang carefully observed the ancestor for a while, but since he was not a doctor, he could not see anything other than seeing that the old man was indeed weak.

Wind and cold are actually a kind of cold.

In later generations, ordinary wind-cold colds were actually a very common minor disease, but in ancient times, the mortality rate of wind-cold was actually quite high. On the one hand, it was because of the better modern medical and health conditions, and on the other hand, it was also related to the long-term malnutrition and lack of resistance to many ancient civilians.

"Can it really be cured?" The father asked an urgent question.

Wei Xiang took a deep breath and patted his chest with confidence: "Don't worry, there is absolutely no problem."

Wei Xiang broke a small piece of ginseng and placed it in the hands of the Wei doctor who had just been summoned: "Take it and make a medicine soup for the ancestors, take it twice a day, and you should be able to recover within two or three days."

If a hundred-year-old wild ginseng cannot cure even a cold, isn’t that nonsense?
Chapter completed!