Feng Jin was truly speechless. Did this simple matter require his teaching?
"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, a respectable figure in the capital. Having him do this kind of work was worse than doing manual labor.
"What's there to not do? You just go straight there, thicken your skin and hand it to them."
Feng Jin said patiently, driving Ling Muzhu out with nudges and shoves. "Hurry up and go. All of them must be distributed today. If I find out you dared to throw the flyers away, be careful for your life."
Feng Jin made a gesture of killing, warning Ling Muzhu.
Ling Muzhu, alone and forlorn, hugged a stack of flyers, not knowing where to go. Resigned, he walked forward.
"Eldest sister-in-law, you're letting Ling Muzhu go distribute flyers himself. Can he handle something so conspicuous?"
Ling Wan's tone was tinged with worry, as 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 experience things. He couldn't always rely on the family's protection to live.
"Stop worrying about him, let's open the doors and welcome guests."
Today was the first day of business, and they had to make an impression.
"I'll go open the doors now." Ling Wan then had the servant open the door, and a dense crowd surged in.
Cai Qing quickly directed everyone to queue up and walk inside in an orderly fashion. If they hadn't been prepared in advance, it would have turned into chaos.
Feng Jin, holding a self-made megaphone, shouted from a high vantage point, "Everyone, our medical hall is opening today. We are offering free consultations for seven days, and all medicinal ingredients are half price. Our medical hall is proudly launching the Qingfeng Yulu Paste. This medicine, when applied to wounds, heals them instantly and can also fade scars."
As his voice fell, Yun Niang, who had been treated by Feng Jin, along with several others, came forward one by one.
"These are patients who have used the Qingfeng Yulu Paste. The scars on their faces have been completely removed."
"Isn't that Aunt Li from our village standing there? Why are the scars on her face gone?"
"Look at the beautiful girl in the middle, why does she look so much like Yun Niang from our village?"
"Aunt Wang, what are you talking about? What do you mean 'like'? That's Yun Niang. How did she become so beautiful?"
Yun Niang's ears were filled with the whispers and pointing of others. She recalled Feng Jin's teachings and took a deep breath before stepping forward.
"I am Yun Niang, the formerly ugliest Yun Niang. It was all thanks to this lady using Qingfeng Yulu Paste to help me remove the scars on my face."
Yun Niang's words immediately caused quite a stir, and the crowd began to chatter.
"The scars are really gone, this is truly miraculous, an ugly duckling turned into a beautiful woman. I want a bottle of this medicine too, so my wife can have the scar on her hand removed."
"I want one too..."
"I want a bottle too..."
In an instant, the crowd began a frenzied rush, and hundreds of bottles of Qingfeng Yulu Paste were swept clean...
When Ling Mohan arrived at the medical hall, he was directly blocked by the crowd outside, with no chance to enter.
"Young General, your subordinate knows there's a back door. How about we go through the back door?"
Ling Mohan glared at Lu Shi unhappily, his tone unfriendly. "Why didn't you say so earlier?"
He had to stand outside for so long before being told, it was asking for a scolding.
"Lead the way, let's use the back door," Ling Mohan said in a deep voice, striding forward.
Feng Jin, who was extremely busy, saw Ling Mohan and Lu Shi emerging from the back and immediately started assigning them tasks.
"Lu Shi, go help dispense medicine..."
Then, Feng Jin pulled Ling Mohan over. "You collect the money here, and I'll go treat patients..."
It wasn't until dusk that people gradually dispersed.
Feng Jin and the others were so tired they collapsed onto their chairs.
"What's wrong with you all?" Ling Muzhu returned after distributing the flyers and saw them all slumped over.
Feng Jin lifted his eyelids to glance at Ling Muzhu, who still looked refreshed. He had assigned him the easiest task, which was a miscalculation!
"From tomorrow onwards, I will send people to help manage the medical hall. You only need to check the accounts at home and come over occasionally." Ling Mohan said in a deep voice.
The affairs of the medical hall were so cumbersome and labor-intensive, coupled with the matters at home, all of it fell 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 at all times to feel at ease."
She had invested thousands of taels of silver into it. How could she just stop managing it?
If it failed, wouldn't her money be wasted?
"I said no!" Ling Mohan's tone was very firm, brook no argument.
Feng Jin's face instantly darkened. She suppressed the anger in her heart. With so many people watching, she had to save Ling Mohan some face, some dignity.
"That's all for today, let's return to the mansion."
Ling Mohan's face was grim. He grabbed Feng Jin's hand and walked out. At the doorway, he paused for a moment, turned around, and said, "You all stay behind to clean up and handle the remaining matters."
With that casually spoken sentence, the eager anticipation of the others to finish work and leave was extinguished, leaving them feeling cold from head to toe.
...
Inside the carriage, Feng Jin, sulking, deliberately turned her head to look out the window, refusing to speak to Ling Mohan.
Upon reaching the Ling Mansion, she walked forward at a brisk pace, leaving Ling Mohan far behind.
"Still angry?"
Ling Mohan, who had been falling behind, suddenly stood behind her and said, startling Feng Jin into a gasp. She patted her startled heart and gave Ling Mohan a glare. It was late at night, and people shouldn't scare people to death.
Calming her emotions, Feng Jin said sourly, "How dare I be angry with the Young General? If you were displeased for a moment and divorced me, casting me out of the Ling family, I would truly have nowhere to turn."
"It's always my wife who wants a separation. How could I possibly divorce my wife? I'm doing this for your health. Please don't be angry with me anymore, alright?"
Ling Mohan stepped forward, taking Feng Jin's fair and slender hands, his tone gentle, his deep eyes filled with affection.
Feng Jin gazed at Ling Mohan dazedly, lost in his stunning beauty, completely forgetting that they were having a spat.
When Feng Jin came back to her senses, realizing she had just succumbed to lust, her face was full of regret. She turned her head, pulled her skirt, and dashed towards her room.
Ling Mohan let out a soft laugh and stepped forward to follow, taking Feng Jin's hand, which hung from her sleeve, and walked forward.
"Wife, you've worked hard today. Your husband will give you a good massage tonight."
"You know how to massage?" Feng Jin asked doubtfully.
"I didn't before, but I learned specifically for you."