A box of medicine only has so many? Twenty-four pills, and they don't even fill a porcelain bottle when taken out!
It's much more convenient than carrying silver!
And the results are there for everyone to see. Any man around fifty years old would be tempted by this, so Lai Yifa didn't mind the trouble at all.
Leaving the front hall, he returned to the Tianhuo army camp outside the manor and immediately summoned all ninety-eight of his subordinates.
One word: dismantle!
It didn't matter if there weren't enough porcelain bottles. They could use the five-jin wine jars first. After drying them out, they could buy smaller bottles later to transfer the contents.
Lai Yifa was busy.
Zhuzi and the others had also gone back to their respective tasks.
Seeing Fang Er return to the room, Chai Yue casually asked, "Is my lord planning to write a letter to my uncle?"
Fang Er walked to the chair and sat down, pulling Chai Yue into his arms.
"Yes, I'm planning to build a hospital outside Shenyang City, similar to what Old Sun set up on the estate."
"Get Old Sun to come over, and then ask the Emperor for some palace maids. Isn't he always complaining about the high palace expenses? Heh heh, my lord has thought of a way to help him."
"Once the hospital is set up, we'll give the palace fifty percent of the profits."
Chai Yue furrowed her brow, a little concerned.
"Ah? Wouldn't fifty percent be too much? How about twenty percent?"
"Hahahaha! I wonder what the Emperor would say if he heard this?"
"However, since my lady has spoken, then twenty percent it is!"
Chai Yue suddenly turned her head and looked at Fang Er, "My lord, may Yue'er call over Eldest Sister Changsun and the others to help?"
"They're all so bored staying at home all day. Then, Yue'er will have playmates too."
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"You mean Changsun Chong's elder sister who made me sing?"
"Yes, that's her."
"And also Miss Yuan Shuang from Duke Zou's family, Miss Wen Jing from the Prince of Hejian's family, and Sister Qingqiu from Duke Wei's family."
"And Miss Meng Jia, the disciple of Master Yuan, and..."
Seeing Chai Yue diligently counting on her fingers, Fang Er quickly interrupted.
"Alright, alright, if Yue'er likes them, call them all over. Give each of their families a two percent share."
Chai Yue was delighted that Fang Er agreed and pecked him on the cheek.
"My lord is so good. Yue'er will go get paper and pen to write letters now."
With that, she got up from Fang Er's embrace, retrieved paper and a pencil from the bookshelf, and sat at the desk to write vigorously.
Fang Er smiled and leaned over, also starting to write the letters he needed to send back.
A letter to Li Shimin, asking for profits and palace maids.
The reason for wanting palace maids was simple: they were professionally trained in serving people.
With thousands of palace maids in the imperial palace, it was too wasteful. He believed Empress Changsun would definitely agree.
Heh heh heh heh. With three days of pillow talk, even if Li Shimin wanted to disagree, he wouldn't be able to, not to mention the temptation of gleaming silver.
No, it would be better to send this letter directly to Empress Changsun.
Hiahiahiahiahia~~
Fang Er felt very clever. He'd use Chai Yue's name to send it into the harem. Perfect!
As for Li Shimin, he would write a formal memorial, not for palace maids, but for imperial physicians.
He'd ask for a few top experts in gynecology from the Imperial Academy to provide support.
He would also briefly mention his plans for Shenyang and the handling of the Khitan and Xi tribes, as a preliminary report.
Finally, he'd write another letter to Old Sun, asking him to come over and lend some support.
He might also see if any palace maids had a talent for medicine and take one as a disciple. Old Sun wouldn't refuse, as he wasn't someone who hoarded knowledge.
The couple lay on the table, writing letter after letter.
After writing one, they folded it and wrote the recipient's name on it.
It wasn't until almost noon, when it was time for lunch, that Chai Yue finally stopped writing, satisfied. She tossed the pencil aside and said to Fang Er with a smile.
"My lord, Yue'er has finished writing!"
Fang Er, watching from the side, was bewildered.
"So many best friends? He counted, and there were twelve letters in total."
"What, including Chai Yue herself, that's thirteen in Chang'an?"
"Fine, it's not like I have much time to spend with Chai Yue anyway. It's good that someone else can keep her company, so she doesn't get bored and fall ill."
Thinking this, Fang Er joked, "Is that all? Are there any more?"
Chai Yue again put on a pained expression, "That's twelve sisters. This means we're giving away twenty-four percent of the profits. Plus the share for my uncle, we don't even have sixty percent left."
"So, no more. That's all, hehehe."
"Alright then. This afternoon, we'll pack the letters, seal them with wax, and have Wu Yong send them back tomorrow."
Fang Er gathered all the letters on the table and led Chai Yue out of the room.
As expected, Xiao Qing and the others were already setting out the meal outside.
Six dishes and one soup, very generous.
After the meal, Fang Er sat on a chair, using a toothpick to pick out meat fibers from between his teeth. Full and content, he lay in the courtyard basking in the sun, an indescribable sense of ease.
Just then, Xi Gua Bu Tian ran over.
"My lord, the shepherd who looked at those six sheep said they are all pregnant."
"Moreover, the shepherd also said that out of the three thousand sheep brought from home, over two hundred..."
At this point, Xi Gua Bu Tian glanced at Xing'er and Xue'er, who were tidying the table, and stopped. He leaned closer to Fang Er and whispered.
"Over two hundred are ready for... you know. Should I bring Big Horn over?"
"Over two hundred?"
Fang Er shifted his gaze to Big Horn. "Brother, over two hundred a day. Can you handle it?"
"Let's go, bring him over first, and we'll take a look."
Pointing at Big Horn, who was leisurely eating a boiled egg, Fang Er instructed Xi Gua Bu Tian and then got up and walked outside.
"Qing'er, tell Madam that the master is going out for a bit!"
"Yes, Master!"
Xiao Qing's voice came from behind.
Xi Gua Bu Tian led Big Horn, walking alongside Fang Er. After they had gone some distance, he said somewhat worriedly, "My lord, with so many ewes, can Big Horn handle it?"
"What do you mean, 'can handle it'? A man can't say he can't! And a ram is the same!"
"Let's just go, we'll talk when we get there!"
The two, with one ram, swaggered towards the outside of the manor.
Big Horn, quite smugly, kept throwing threatening glances at Fang Er.
As if to say, "Egg thief, stay away from Master Sheep!"