Feng Jin was truly speechless. Did this simple matter require him to teach it?
"No... I've never done this before, I can't bring myself to do it."
After all, he was a young master of the Ling mansion and held a respectable position in the capital. Doing this kind of work was worse than doing manual labor.
"What's not to do? Just go directly and shove it into their hands once you thicken your skin."
Feng Jin said patiently, even urging and chasing Ling Muzhu out: "Go quickly. You have to finish distributing them all today. If I find out you dared to throw the flyers away, you'll regret it."
Feng Jin made a gesture of killing, warning Ling Muzhu.
Ling Muzhu, alone and cradling a stack of flyers, didn't know where to go. Resigned, he walked forward.
"Sister-in-law, you're letting Ling Muzhu go by himself to distribute flyers. Can he handle this kind of public-facing task?"
Ling Wan's tone was filled with worry. After all, Ling Muzhu had always been pampered and spoiled; how could he do such things?
"If you don't try, you'll never know if you can do it."
Feng Jin's intention was to let Ling Muzhu go out and be tested. He couldn't always rely on the family's shelter to live.
"Don't worry about him. Open the doors and welcome our guests."
Today was the first day of business, and they had to make a good impression.
"I'll go open the door now." Ling Wan finished speaking and had a servant open the door. Immediately, a crowd surged in.
Cai Qing quickly organized everyone to line up and walk inside in an orderly fashion. If they hadn't been prepared in advance, it would have been chaos.
Feng Jin, holding a homemade megaphone, shouted from a high vantage point: "Esteemed guests, our medical hall is opening today. We will be offering free consultations for seven days, and all medicinal ingredients will be half price. Our medical hall is proud to launch the Qing Feng Yu Lu Paste. This medicine, when applied to wounds, heals them instantly and can also fade scars."
As his voice faded, several patients, led by Yun Niang, who had been treated by Feng Jin, came forward.
"These are patients who have used the Qing Feng Yu Lu Paste. The scars on their faces have been completely removed."
"Isn't that Aunt Li from our village next to them? Why is the scar on her face gone?"
"Look at the beautiful girl in the middle, doesn't she look like Yun Niang from our village?"
"Aunt Wang, what are you looking at? What do you mean looks like? That's Yun Niang! How did she become so beautiful?"
Yun Niang's ears were filled with the whispers and pointed remarks of others. Remembering what Feng Jin had taught her, she took a deep breath and stepped forward.
"I am Yun Niang, the Yun Niang who used to be the ugliest. It was all thanks to this lady who used the Qing Feng Yu Lu Paste to remove the scars on my face."
Yun Niang's words immediately caused a significant stir, and the crowd began to chatter.
"The scar is really gone! This is truly miraculous, an ugly woman turned into a beauty. I want a bottle of this medicine too, so my wife can get rid of the scar on her hand."
"I want one too..."
"I want a bottle too..."
In an instant, everyone began to snatch, and hundreds of bottles of Qing Feng Yu Lu Paste were swept away...
When Ling Mohan arrived at the medical hall, he was directly blocked by the crowd and had no chance to enter.
"Young General, your subordinate knows there's a back door. How about we enter through the back door?"
Ling Mohan glared unhappily at Lu Shi and said in a displeased tone, "Why didn't you say so earlier?"
He had to wait outside for so long before mentioning it. Wasn't that just asking for a scolding?
"Lead the way, we're going through the back door." Ling Mohan said in a deep voice and walked forward.
Feng Jin, who was incredibly busy, saw Ling Mohan and Lu Shi emerge from the back and immediately began assigning them tasks.
"Lu Shi, go help dispense medicine..."
Then, Feng Jin pulled Ling Mohan over: "You collect money here, and I'll go treat patients..."
It wasn't until the sky began to darken that the people gradually dispersed.
Feng Jin and the others collapsed onto chairs, utterly exhausted.
"What's wrong with you all?" Ling Muzhu returned after distributing the flyers and saw them all slumped in their seats.
Feng Jin lifted his eyelids and glanced at Ling Muzhu, who still looked energetic and refreshed. He had assigned him the easiest task, which was a miscalculation!
"Starting tomorrow, I will send some people to help manage the medical hall. You only need to look at the accounts at home and come here occasionally." Ling Mohan said in a deep voice.
The medical hall's affairs were so complex and laborious, along with the household matters, all falling on Feng Jin alone. Even an iron man couldn't endure it.
"No, the medical hall has just opened. I must be here to oversee it myself to feel at ease."
She had invested thousands of taels of silver. How could she just say she wouldn't manage it anymore?
If it really failed, wouldn't her money be wasted?
"I said no!" Ling Mohan's tone was very firm and left no room for negotiation.
Feng Jin's expression instantly darkened. Suppressing her anger, she knew she had to save Ling Mohan some face in front of so many people.
"That's enough for today. Let's return to the mansion."
Ling Mohan's face turned grim. He grabbed Feng Jin's hand and walked out. At the doorway, his steps paused, and he turned back to say: "You all stay and tidy up, and handle the aftermath."
His casual words completely extinguished the eager desire of the others to leave work, chilling them from head to toe.
...
Inside the carriage, Feng Jin, still upset, deliberately turned her head to look outside, refusing to speak to Ling Mohan.
Upon arriving at the Ling mansion, she walked forward at an extremely fast pace, leaving Ling Mohan far behind.
"Are you still angry?"
Ling Mohan, who had been lagging behind, suddenly stood behind her and said, startling Feng Jin into a scream. She patted her startled heart and gave Ling Mohan an annoyed look. He had scared her half to death in the middle of the night.
After calming down, Feng Jin said sourly, "How dare I be angry with the Young General? If you are displeased for a moment and divorce me, casting me out of the Ling family, I would truly have nowhere to turn."
"There have always been wives who wanted to divorce me; how would I dare to abandon my wife? I did this for your health. Please don't be angry with me anymore, alright?"
Ling Mohan stepped forward and took Feng Jin's fair and slender hands, speaking in a gentle tone. His deep eyes were filled with affection.
Feng Jin gazed at Ling Mohan dazedly, lost in his captivating appearance, completely forgetting that they were still arguing.
By the time Feng Jin came back to her senses, realizing she had just been infatuated, her face was filled with regret. She turned her head, grabbed her skirt, and sprinted towards her room.
Ling Mohan let out a soft laugh and stepped forward to follow, taking Feng Jin's hand, which dangled from her sleeve, and walking forward.
"Wife, you worked hard today. Your husband will give you a good massage tonight."
"You know how to massage?" Feng Jin asked incredulously.
"I didn't before, but I learned specifically for you."