When there was a lack of production capacity, robbery was the way to get rich. Zhou Qingfeng was currently in this state. When the epidemic broke out in Fushun, the whole city became a feast for him.
What did Master Zhou rely on to get rich? To practice medicine and sell medicine!
On the second day of the typhoid epidemic, the originally closed streets in the west of Fushun were suddenly unlocked, allowing people to move freely. Originally, the citizens of the west side of the city were already complaining about Zhou Qingfeng's blockade. The prices of goods had increased by several times. In addition, the people felt that not many people had died on their streets. They all thought that Zhou Qingfeng's nonsense about the plague was a lie.
After Zhou Qingfeng took control of the west of the city, he hired many people to work and spent a lot of money. Many people even made some money. Now that the blockade had been over for a few days, many people's rice jars were empty. When they saw that the blockade was lifted, they quickly came out to buy food.
However, the news did not circulate in the west of the city. Many people came out to take a look. Aiyo, every family was mourning. The streets were full of banners and paper money. There was an endless stream of funeral processions.
Just looking at the situation was frightening. As long as they asked, the current situation was naturally in front of them. The city had really been hit by a plague. Many rich families had died, and the weak among the common people were not spared!
Aiyo, my god!
The residents in the west of the city knew that they did not know how lucky they were. At this time, they chanted Amitabha and thought that the bailiffs who blocked the streets were really for their own good. Under such circumstances, no one dared to stay outside. They bought rice and quickly went home.
The people in the west of the city were shocked. The people in the city were also shocked. Many people asked, "There are many poor people living in the west of the city. I don't know how many people are weak and hungry. How many people died?"
The residents in the west of the city could proudly say, "There were not many deaths in the west of the city this year. Not to mention those who died of illness, there were very few who died of starvation or cold."
"There is such a good thing? Why?"
"A great philanthropist came to the west of the city and opened a medical center. The doctor who is there is excellent medical skill."
There was no need to say too much. Now that the people in the city were in a panic, as long as they heard that there was a place to cure the disease, every family was willing to come to seek treatment. In the afternoon when the blockade on the west side of the city was lifted, people from other parts of the city swarmed over.
Zhou Qingfeng had arranged for 'medical guides' at the intersection of every street in the western part of the city. He just had to stand there and explain everything to anyone who came to seek medical help. To put it bluntly, it was like raising the knife of a fat sheep high up in the sky.
"Our medical center is divided into many grades, and we provide medical services to the residents of the city. The first tier, one tael of silver for a mouthful of medicine, was mainly used to treat diarrhea. It will definitely be effective on the same day. If it doesn't work, I'll refund you. However, this only treats the symptoms and not the root cause. If you get diarrhea again, please pay again. "
"The second tier, fifty taels of silver for staying in the hospital for seven days, treating all kinds of typhoid symptoms, and providing a professionally trained nurse to take care of the patients. I promise to cure the typhoid. If you have a relapse within a month, you can receive treatment for free. If you want to receive treatment after a month, you'll have to pay for it. "
"The third tier, 500 taels of silver for one month of hospitalization. The attending doctor will personally diagnose the patient and provide the best medical services to ensure that the patient can be discharged in good health."
"Apart from this, we also provide VIP services. Five thousand taels of silver for one month of treatment from our boss's light magic, which can cure all kinds of illnesses and make you ten years younger. Finally, there is a considerate service to take care of the common people. As long as you are willing to sell yourself to our boss as a slave, we will give you medical services according to your value. "
As soon as these rules and regulations were said, the whole city was in an uproar again. The streets and alleys were filled with discussions. Although the 'medical guides' used a lot of new terms that were not easy to understand, the common people still understood — — they had to spend money to sell their lives!
Everyone felt that it was too expensive.
Even the cheapest one would cost one tael of silver. It must be known that many poor people might not even be able to earn that much money in a month. And the usual medicine only cost a few taels of silver, or even just a few cents. Those who could afford to pay one tael of silver for treatment were definitely not ordinary people. As for the 555 thousand taels of silver after that, ordinary people had never seen so much silver in their entire lives.
But the actual situation made people's jaws drop. On the day the news spread, more than twenty patients were carried to the medical center in the western part of the city to be hospitalized. Most of them chose fifty taels of silver for seven days. There were also three to five rich families who chose five hundred taels of silver for a month.
This was five hundred taels of silver!
Every day, the patients only ate some porridge and rice, and there were two burly nurses to help take care of them. The servants and family members of the patients were not allowed to come, for fear of repeated infection. The medicine used every day was diluted berberine and chloramphenicol mixed with water. The so-called 'attending doctor' was the amiable-looking Old Man Sun. If he came to take a look, it would cost him five hundred taels of silver.
But as long as berberine was used, the diarrhea could be controlled. With chloramphenicol, the typhoid bacillus could be killed. Coupled with a clean diet and strict hygiene, the illness could be controlled on the day of admission. Even if the patients were on the verge of dying from dehydration, Uncle Zhou could take out a bottle of normal saline and inject it. It would definitely work and they would not die.
Fu Shun City looked like the border, but it was connected to the barbarians outside the city wall, and there were many who made a fortune doing business here. There were far more rich people in the city who did not show off their wealth than one could imagine. Those who could afford to spend five hundred taels of silver were either rich or respectable, and they valued their lives very much. When they saw that the condition of the patients who were admitted immediately improved, all the people who spent money felt that it was worth it.
The power of an example was endless!
When they saw that the treatment effect of five hundred taels of silver was so good, the patients who only spent fifty taels of silver suddenly felt that they were too stingy. The patients who spent five hundred taels of silver were excited and began to imagine what kind of treatment they would receive if they spent five thousand taels of silver. After all, the 'doctor guide' had said that it could cure all diseases and make you ten years younger.
However, no one really spent five thousand taels of silver extravagantly. After all, many people were 'extremely wealthy', but they did not have much cash. Taking out five hundred taels of silver was already the limit of many people. When the curative effect became widely known, many ordinary people began to come to buy medicine that cost one tael of silver.
One tael of silver? Even the poor could afford it if they gritted their teeth and pooled their money together. However, when the people who wanted to buy the medicine lined up outside the medical center in the west of the city, and paid one tael of silver, they received a mouthful of medicine with a strange taste. It was really just one mouthful, and the bailiff in charge of selling the medicine only gave them a little bit at the bottom of the spoon. This little bit of medicine could not even moisten their throats, and many people felt that it was a great loss.
Although the medicine was little, it was enough as long as it could cure the disease!
In the beginning, those who came to buy medicine were basically patients who were infected with typhoid bacillus and were in various stages. The bacteria of this era had no ability to resist the medicine of 400 years later. Even if it was only a small dose of chloramphenicol, it could greatly improve the patient's condition.
On the first day of opening, Uncle Zhou's hospital earned more than two thousand taels of silver, and on the second day, it rose to more than three thousand taels of silver. After that, the number of rich people who came to see the doctor decreased, but the number of ordinary people who spent one tael of silver to buy medicine increased. There were tens of thousands of people in Fu Shun. Even if only one out of ten people came, Zhou Qingfeng could still earn a few thousand taels of silver.
"Young Master, we have earned more than eight thousand taels of silver in the past three days. It is estimated that we should be able to earn another two or three thousand taels of silver in the future. We have really made a big profit this time." At night, Old Man Sun reported the good news to Zhou Qingfeng. With such a sum of money, Zhou Qingfeng's predicament of being short of money was greatly alleviated. Everyone in the team had a happy expression on their faces.
The eight thousand taels of silver were in bits and pieces. There were snowflake silver ingots of fifty taels of silver, and there were also scattered pieces of silver cut with scissors. Zhou Qingfeng pushed four of the boxes of silver and said to Flat Hair, "This is half of your share."
In order to get Flat Hair to join the team, Zhou Qingfeng had promised to give it half of all the profits. At that time, no one could have imagined that Zhou Qingfeng could make so much money. The last time he raided a house, he only got more than three thousand taels of silver. That was exchanged after raiding more than a dozen houses and killing more than 20 people.
But now, he had four thousand taels of silver, which was a huge sum of money. Seeing Zhou Qingfeng being so generous, even Old Man Sun was very surprised, not to mention Wang Kunpeng and Cai Zhiwei, who had just made a fortune. Now, Zhou Qingfeng gave all the team members a monthly salary. Even Old Man Sun only got fifteen taels of silver a month at most, while Wang Kunpeng and Cai Zhiwei got eight taels of silver a month. Four thousand taels of silver was enough for them to earn for the rest of their lives.
Flat Hair had been very active recently. Not only was he very good at impersonating Han Gui, but he was also the strongest fighter in Zhou Qingfeng's team. Without him, Zhou Qingfeng really couldn't make so much money, and even if he did, he wouldn't be able to keep it. But when it saw the big boxes being pushed over, Flat Hair let out a few squeaks and pushed three-quarters of them back.
"Little Zhou, your ability to make money is really good. But this time, you earned it by selling medicine. I didn't do anything, so I only took a thousand taels of silver. I know you have a lot of people now, and just eating and drinking costs a lot of money. Also, your future will definitely be better than the present. The remaining three thousand taels of silver is to buy you a favor on behalf of my Miss. "
Seeing Flat Hair push back another three thousand taels of silver, Old Man Sun and the others breathed a sigh of relief. Zhou Qingfeng looked at the heavy boxes and didn't pretend to push them back and forth. He said straightforwardly, "Right now, I really have expanded my business too much, and I'm really short of money. Consider this three thousand taels of silver as a loan from me. I'll remember this favor. "
Since everyone was so reasonable, the matter was resolved satisfactorily.
After Flat Hair took a thousand taels of silver, he asked Zhou Qingfeng, "What are you going to do next?"
"Before, I didn't have enough money, so I had to stop recruiting people. But now, I have money and medicine, so I still want to recruit more people. At least one thousand, maybe even two thousand. With these people, I want to get the position of Fu Shun City's Patrol Inspector, and then I can do something big. "
Patrol Inspector. Just from the name, one could tell that it was an official in charge of road inspection. This position could control a group of people, set up sentries at road checkpoints to collect taxes, and bring people to patrol. It was really a good official position. In ancient times, there was a very annoying thing about officials, and that was that they couldn't leave their jurisdiction at will. They couldn't even leave the city at will.
Zhou Qingfeng wanted power, but he also wanted to run around, so the Patrol Inspector was his only choice.
Flat Hair nodded and said, "Okay, I'll help you get this official position."
Zhou Qingfeng smiled knowingly. Jin Ge, who was the errand boy, suddenly knocked on the door and reported, "Young Master, there's a Wang Kai Wong Yuanwai coming, and he wants to see you."
"What …?" Zhou Qingfeng was very surprised, and the others were also puzzled.
Jin Ge continued, "That Wong Yuanwai said that no one would spend five thousand taels of silver to buy Young Master to show off his skills. He wants to cry out for Young Master. Today, he specially came to show Young Master, and let everyone look at Young Master in a different light. "
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