Chapter Fifty-One: Recruiting People

  Ning Xi was speechless, when suddenly Ning De Rong's eyes widened in shock and he exclaimed: "You can't be... You can't possibly know what these things are, can you?"

  Ning Xianbi's heart suddenly started racing with a "thud, thud, thud" as she really didn't know how to explain this to Ning Derong. Although in this life she had already made up her mind to make good use of the Golden Finger, but a seven-year-old little girl could recognize Western pharmaceutical tools and use them to produce antibiotics and other Western medicines? Wasn't this something only a magical being could do? The Golden Finger wasn't supposed to work like this, was it?

  At this thought, Ning Xianbi's wildly excited mood slowly calmed down. She knew that even if she got her hands on these things now, she absolutely couldn't use them immediately and had to make thorough preparations first.

  Just as he was thinking of a reason to deceive Ning De Rong, the old man muttered: "It's not right, even if you can recognize this thing, a seven-year-old girl, can she make medicine with it? What are you so happy about?"

  Ning Feng's mood was no longer as excited as before, and after calming down, his mind slowly cleared up. Upon hearing this, he smiled and said: "What did Third Grandfather say? This thing is actually used for medicine? Isn't that a joke? Where can it be used for medicine? Won't it break with just a light touch? Can it be used to pound medicine or grind medicine?"

  Ning De laughed and said: "I also say that, since you don't recognize this thing, what's the point of being so excited?"

  Ning Xianbi smiled and said, "This isn't just suddenly seeing so many strange and bizarre things, or transparent glass, my heart is already filled with surprise. However, Third Master, you say this is something from the Western world used to make medicine, how do they use these things to make medicine?"

  Ning De Rong scratched his head, shook it and said: "Who knows? Looking at this thing, it's just not solid. It can be seen that those foreigners' medicine is also unreliable. No wonder they are all tall and big, with yellow hair and blue eyes. If they don't look like monsters, how can their bodies be strong? Their bodies are weak, and those people on the other side of the ocean don't have our ancestors' medical skills passed down to them. The medical skills they came up with themselves are also unreliable, so they can only wait for death."

  Ning didn't know what kind of feeling it was in her heart, with her modern identity, she was very clear about the difference between Western medicine and traditional Chinese medicine. Although traditional Chinese medicine is profound and subtle, it has to be admitted that Western medicine's surgery and pharmaceutical aspects are indeed better than traditional Chinese medicine.

  It's not necessary to argue about this now, otherwise she would really be out of her mind. Suddenly, Ning De Rong asked her if she wanted this set of things or not. Ning Xian Bi struggled in her heart: If she accepted it, it was something Shen Qian Shan had sent over; but if she didn't accept it, who knows whether she could find a complete set of equipment like this again in the future? It would be fine if she could find one, but what if she couldn't? She wouldn't have to worry about making Western medicine herself, but what if she needed to make some in the future?

  For a moment, she was struggling in her heart, and suddenly Ning De Rong said: "If you want it, don't hesitate, is this little thing worth thinking about for half a day? Alright, you can take it back, Third Grandfather is old and not interested in these things. If there's an opportunity, I'll dig out a few Western medical books, maybe you can take a look. You're still young, in the future when you have nothing to do, maybe you can study those foreigners' pharmaceutical techniques."

  At the mention of this, Ning Feng's heart started racing again. At this moment, she finally made up her mind to keep this set of things. In her previous life, Shen Qianshan owed her too much, and in this life, even if she took this set of things from him, there was nothing to be ashamed of.

  Thinking so in her mind, she still felt a bit uneasy. Suddenly, footsteps were heard outside the courtyard, followed by Bi Song's voice saying: "Old Master, Madame has sent Young Master to deliver gifts to you."

  "Older male cousin?"

  Ning Feng couldn't help but stand up, and before long, Jiang Jing and several young servants walked in, first presenting various gifts, then smiling at Ning De Rong: "My mother heard from my cousin that Old Master likes to eat pastries, so she specially selected a few soft and sweet ones to present. These can't be delayed, they must be eaten within two days."

  Ning De hurriedly thanked him and said a few words to Jiang Jing, who then turned to Ning Xianbi and said: "The old lady has set up a banquet, let's go together with my cousin."

  Ning Xian nodded slightly, and then the brother and sister bid farewell to Ning De Rong together and headed towards Ning Xin's courtyard.

  Time flies like an arrow; in the blink of an eye, two years have passed.

  Ning Xianbi was already nine years old, but her height was not shorter than Ning Xianyue, who was one year older than her. On the contrary, she was slightly taller, so much so that Old Lady Jiang and Ning Xianmei would often tease her when they saw her, asking if she had taken some kind of medicine from Ning Derong to grow so quickly.

  Two years passed quickly, but nothing was different. She went to school, did needlework and embroidery, and spent her free time in Xinglin Garden. As she grew up slowly, she couldn't come to Xinglin Garden often. However, seeing his daughter happy, Ning Shibuo built three neat rooms in the backyard of Baizhao Courtyard, which would be a place for his daughter to store medicinal materials and read medical books. Although it hasn't been put into use yet, everything is tidy.

  Yu's aunt still lives next to the White Peony Courtyard, but Jiang Jing has already moved out of the Second Gate. Originally, she was supposed to live in Xinglin Garden, but because she is allergic to some medicinal materials, she only lives in a courtyard next to Ning Shi Bo's study.

  Although only twelve years old, he is becoming more and more steady like a young adult. Unfortunately, he doesn't like reading books very much, but he's very interested in business. Every time Ning Shibei mentions it, he can't help but shake his head and sigh, but there's nothing he can do about it, so he just lets him wander around outside every day.

  Fortunately, this child never causes trouble and is only familiar with the situation of shops in Beijing. It seems that he wants to follow in his father's footsteps. Thinking that his aunt will have to rely on this son in the future, although she cannot bring glory to her ancestors, if she can do business well, the mother and daughter will also have a reliance. Ning Shibei let him go.

  On this day, the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and Madame Qu, Madame Yuan, and Madame Yu are discussing the Mid-Autumn Festival gifts and family banquet with Old Lady Jiang. The girls are quietly sitting below, chatting among themselves about Shen Qianshan.

  "I heard that Third Young Master has also gone to the battlefield with the army this time. My goodness, how old is he? How can Lord Shen bear to part with him?" The one who spoke was precisely Ning Xianyue. In recent days, the most widely spread news in the capital was that Shen Taishou's only son, Shen Qianshan, had followed the army to rush to the border to provide reinforcements. Therefore, even the boudoir of the Marquis' manor had received the news.

  Ning Che Yu is already married, and now his new wife is also standing behind Madame Qu. Ning Che Shou and Ning Che An left after paying their respects because of their age, so the only one left in the room was Ning Che Bao. When he heard his sisters discussing Shen Qian Shan, he came over to join in: "That's right, everyone says that the border troops have been defeated and retreated three hundred miles, and the Tartars are getting more and more arrogant. Everyone says that this battle is going to be tough to fight, but Qian Shan has gone anyway, which really makes one worry."