The shop that the Kyung Clan Consortium had given to Ren Xiaosu was called Herb Garden. On the same day, Wang Fugui said he wanted to order a new signboard, but Ren Xiaosu rejected the idea. After all, it would cost money to order a new signboard, so they decided to discuss what they should do in the future first.
There were five rooms in the back of the shop, a kitchen, three bedrooms, and a toilet.
After coming to the stronghold, Ren Xiaosu did not even know how to use the toilet. The toilets in town were all dry latrines, but this place could be flushed directly and had a sewer system.
Everyone finally figured out how to use the toilet after a long time.
There was a faucet in the room. At first, no one knew what it was for. But when they turned it on, transparent water flowed out.
This scene was very novel to Ren Xiaosu and the others. They had never seen such a magical thing before!
It looked like the original owner of the shop used this for drinking water. Ren Xiaosu said, "It's no wonder the people in the stronghold are so clean. So there's no limit to the amount of water in the stronghold."
In town, there was a fixed amount of water that a person could use every day, and no one could change that.
There used to be some wells in town, but they were filled up by the stronghold with the excuse of preventing people from stealing and wasting water.
The three bedrooms were assigned. Sister Xiaoyu had a room to herself, Wang Dalong and Wang Fugui shared a room, and Chen Wudi, Yan Liuyuan, and Ren Xiaosu shared a room. The place was fully arranged.
Although it was a little crowded for the six of them, it was more than comfortable enough for Ren Xiaosu and the others. What kind of place did they use to live in? It couldn't be compared to this place!
The six of them moved some stools to the backyard and sat down. The first shareholders' meeting was held in such a shabby place.
Wang Fugui spoke first. "When we were cleaning up the place just now, several patients came to the shop for treatment. They still don't know that the shop has changed owners. From the looks of it, this shop's business was very good, and it has a good reputation as well. Why don't we continue to operate this shop?"
"But which one of us has medical skills?" Ren Xiaosu said snappily. "Anyway, I don't. All I have is the black medicine."
The refugees in Stronghold 113 had a really tough life. For the past few years, there had only been two doctors in this town, and neither of them had any medical skills.
However, Ren Xiaosu believed that he was still better than the swindler Yu Tong. At least his black medicine could really heal external injuries!
Actually, he could also go and learn about it. After all, with such a magical existence like the palace, there would definitely be a proper hospital and doctors in this stronghold.
Therefore, if Ren Xiaosu were to look for a corresponding doctor to use the Skill Duplication Scroll now, the previous situation would definitely not happen again.
However, Ren Xiaosu was also reflecting on a problem. Was it really necessary for him to waste his precious Skill Duplication Scroll on medical skills? Actually, after meeting Yang Xiaojin and the others, Ren Xiaosu deeply felt that his Skill Duplication Scroll was not enough!
Right now, he wished he could save up more than a dozen Skill Duplication Scrolls so that he could learn all the useful skills from Yang Xiaojin in one go the next time he met her.
Moreover, he had initially wanted to learn medical skills for the gratitude tokens. But later on, he realized the doctor-patient relationship was too tense these days. He could not earn any gratitude tokens from treating patients!
It was too slow!
Therefore, if Ren Xiaosu had the Skill Duplication Scrolls now, he would not prioritize learning medical skills. Instead, he planned to save them for when he came across a "skill bank" like Yang Xiaojin's, then he could use them all at once.
At that time, he might even acquire a set of skills, such as jumping rope, singing nursery rhymes, playing marbles, and so on.
Even today, he still felt resentful when he thought of learning the jumping rope skill.
Ren Xiaosu said, "Let's sell the antibiotics you have on hand for cash first. They'll expire after a long time, right?"
"Mhm." Wang Fugui nodded. "I think we can sell them for quite a while. It's already late today, so I'll go and exchange the Kyung Clan's notes for the Li Consortium's tomorrow. We're actually not short of money in the near future."
"Mhm, if it really doesn't work out, you can always go back to your old job at the grocery store," Ren Xiaosu said.
"But we need a good product that can provide us with a long-term supply. Look, there's still so much Chinese medicine here. Can you formulate the black medicine?" Wang Fugui's eyes lit up. He could already foresee how popular the black medicine would be in the stronghold.
Ren Xiaosu hesitated for a moment before saying, "Sure, but we can't sell the black medicine in bulk. We'll only sell it once a week."
"That'll do." Wang Fugui beamed and said, "A store must have something unique. With this, we won't have to worry about customers not coming!"
Ren Xiaosu did not intend to exchange the black medicine for money. After all, he still had a lot of gold. So compared to money, he was more interested in unlocking the intermediate form of his weapon.
However, the black medicine that could be exchanged for a gratitude token could be divided into three small bottles, and each small bottle could be divided into five or six batches to be sold. Therefore, Ren Xiaosu could use just one gratitude token to last him for several months. It wasn't a big price to pay.
Ren Xiaosu decided to go to the stronghold tomorrow to see if he could sell the gold bit by bit.
All of a sudden, Yan Liuyuan asked, "Where's Chen Wudi? Have you guys seen him yet?"
Wang Fugui was taken aback. "That's right. Where did Eldest Senior Bro go? Ptui! Where did Chen Wudi go?"
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At this moment, Chen Wudi was looking around the streets of the stronghold with a curious look on his face. He had been locked up in a psychiatric hospital since he was young. The gloomy and oppressive environment made him yearn for the outside world. He had also lived in this prosperous world before, but that was a very distant memory.
Everything here felt familiar yet unfamiliar to him. The dazzling stores and merchandise even made him temporarily forget about the important matter of going to the Western Paradise to obtain the Buddhist scriptures.
Slowly, Chen Wudi walked to the park they passed by during the day. He could hear singing coming from the park.
As Chen Wudi walked into the park, he saw aunties standing in a neat phalanx in the middle of a spacious square, dancing with joy. This scene was so familiar yet strange at the same time. He even felt like he was dreaming of the past. Chen Wudi was a little spellbound by it.
The aunties watched as Chen Wudi walked majestically to the front of their phalanx. Before they could react to what was going on, they saw the young man staring at them with piercing eyes. He shouted, "Children, start practicing!"
When Chen Wudi returned to the shop that night, his face was bruised and swollen. When Ren Xiaosu saw him, he was shocked. Chen Wudi was someone who would not even get hurt after getting hit by a bullet. So what kind of god did he get beaten up like this?!
Could there be some expert hidden in the stronghold?
But no matter how Ren Xiaosu asked Chen Wudi, he did not say what had happened.
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