Yu An'an was an aromatherapist in her last life, and when she first started doing this business, she didn't have much money, so she could only buy large barrels of essential oils from the official website of the International Aromatherapy Association and sell them in small packages. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In addition, skin care products are customized for different customers' skin conditions, and some finished products are also sold, such as facial oils and facial cleansers with various effects.

Because she is more professional and only uses high-quality essential oils, she has more and more repeat customers, and the number of orders is getting bigger and bigger, so she set up a studio, and later contacted foreign essential oil production bases by herself, and finally established her own domestic essential oil brand.

What she is best at is aromatherapy, and the first thing that comes to mind when it comes to making money is aromatherapy, but at this stage, all the knowledge of aromatherapy is useless.

Because although aromatherapy originated from herbal medicine, the real development was in the West, which led to many essential oils and base oils of raw materials that are not available in China.

She didn't know what dynasty it was, or if it wasn't the earth at all, but in such a place similar to ancient China, there was no reason for Western plants to grow.

There are some materials that must be available here, but how to solve the extraction method. Even the simplest cold pressing method was a problem for her.

Forget it, if you want to develop the ancient aromatherapy industry, the difficulty is not a little bit, this is something that can only be tossed after you have money.

However, Heiya thinks that even if she doesn't do her old job, with her own knowledge reserves and entrepreneurial experience, it shouldn't be a problem for her family to have enough food and clothing.

After thinking about it for a long time, the black girl fell asleep again in a daze, and didn't wake up until the sun had set for a long time and it was dark.

When I first woke up, I was still a little confused, thinking that I was Yu An'an, but when I heard the sound of talking outside, I realized that I was already a black girl.

The black girl is actually not black, she has seen it in the afternoon, although the hands are a little black, but the arms are still quite white, that is, they are very thin, and the lack of nutrition causes the skin to be yellow. If you raise it well and grow more meat, it is estimated that it can be whiter.

Hearing a sound in the room, Xiaoshan estimated that the eldest sister should also wake up, so he pushed open the door and walked in. It was dark, and there was no light in the room, and in the hazy moonlight, she could only see Xiaoshan's blurred face.

"Is the eldest sister feeling better? I've got something delicious for you. "Xiaoshan used to call himself Heiya, and since Xiaoya was born, he has called her the eldest sister.

"Brother......" The black girl hesitated and squirmed, although she was very well adapted, but she was still a little unaccustomed to calling a child who was more than ten years younger than herself.

Xiaoshan regarded Heiya's hesitation as weakness, and said distressedly, "Hey, the eldest sister is sick and looks weak." This is the steamed bun I got during the day, and I will bring it back for you to eat. Xiaoshan took out half a steamed bun from his arms and stuffed it into the black girl's hand.

He can do very little work in the town, he is young and thin, and most bosses will not hire him, but Xiaoshanzui has a sweet eye, helping others to carry things and run errands, and leading the way for passers-by can also get a few pennies a day.

Sometimes when he meets a generous person, he will take care of his meal, today this steamed bun is he helped the family who just moved to the town to clean the house owner's house to him, he is not willing to eat, take it back to his younger brothers and sisters.

When she woke up, she drank egg noodle soup, and after a while, she digested it, and the ensuing hunger made her feel scratchy

Heiya pinched the steamed buns in her hand, remembered the sweet taste of the white-flour steamed buns, and felt that her hungry stomach began to hurt, but thinking of the thin river, Heiya silently handed out the steamed buns.

"I'm not hungry, I'll keep it for Xiaohe to eat."

"I left half for him, eldest sister, you are just sick, eat some good supplements." Xiaoshan touched his head and smiled happily. For him, he feels very happy to be able to take care of his family and watch his younger siblings eat something good.

It's a pity that he doesn't have such good luck every time, and many times he can't get the money back for a day, and it is a good harvest for him to have three or five Wen a day.

The black girl broke a small piece and stuffed it into her mouth and chewed it slowly, and the secreted saliva amylase gave the steamed bun a sweet fragrance. A small bite of steamed buns made the black girl cry when she ate it, and there was bran in it, and one didn't pay attention to the throat and coughed up the tears.

In my previous life, I never thought it was delicious to just eat steamed buns, but now I am about to cough into a dog and still endure not coughing up the steamed buns in my mouth. Human adaptability is incomparably stronger. (Dog: Did I provoke you?) ）

"Eldest sister, don't eat in a hurry, let's drink some water first." Xiaoshan hurriedly picked up the bowl of the kang head and handed it over.

Heiya took it and took two sips, "Brother, you eat it too." "I broke a piece of steamed bun and stuffed it into Xiaoshan's mouth, but it was a thirteen-year-old child, it was the time when I could eat, I couldn't eat enough every day and I had to run for my family, and I wanted to take it home to my younger siblings when I got some good food.

"I'll just taste it, my eldest sister will eat more, I will help the family work today, but I am generous, I got a full seven pennies, I bought two catties of corn and came back, my mother just boiled thick rice porridge, I will bring you a bowl." Xiaohe tasted the sweet taste in his mouth and went out with a smile.

Heiya put away the steamed buns, planning to save them for Xiaoya Xiaohe to eat tomorrow, she will drink some corn porridge herself, as long as she can fill her stomach.

The so-called thick is just a bowl of rice at the bottom, after drinking porridge, the little girl climbed on the kang, pulled the black girl and muttered for a long time before falling asleep in a daze, the hill lay on the other side of the kang, chatting softly with the black girl.

"Eldest sister, it would be nice if we could get so much money every day, in addition to us eating, we can also spare some money to buy some white rice and white noodles for Xiaohe, I heard that white rice is cooked porridge to be fragrant, and it is thick and rotten, Xiaohe must like it, but it is too expensive, and it costs more than ten wen per catty."

The village where her family is located should belong to the north of the Central Plains, the staple food is only corn, wheat and sorghum, and rice is only produced in the south.

In fact, she herself prefers to drink millet porridge, whether it is ordinary millet or glutinous millet (in ancient times, it was called millet and millet, basically called corn), and the thick boiled ones are delicious, but for people who eat corn all year round, they are more eager for rice.

"When you have money in the future, I will make you white rice and dry rice to eat, and then buy two catties of pork and pour it on the rice, which is delicious." Heiya used to like to cook, the best thing to do is braised pork, cut the tight and good pork belly into three centimeters of large pieces and blanch the blood in the water, pour a little oil into the wok, put the rock sugar in it and boil it over low heat, wait until the sugar water becomes red and begins to bubble a little bit, pour the meat pieces into it and stir-fry back and forth to color, then add cooking wine, light soy sauce, peppercorns, star anise and green onions, stir-fry a few times and pour it into the casserole, add boiling water to submerge the meat pieces and simmer over low heat, three hours later, the juice will be reduced on high heat, and the braised pork will be ready when the juice becomes viscous.

Thinking of the taste of braised pork, Heiya felt hungry again after drinking a bowl of porridge.