Lin Wanbai went back with a basket of spices and saw Aunt Zhao changing into a coarse cloth dress and washing the dusty bamboo basket.

"How did you buy so many things?"

Aunt Zhao looked at her carrying a large bag and a small bag, walked over and took it, and said distressedly.

They don't have too much money to squander now, so how can they not be heartbroken when they see Lin Wanbai buying so many things.

Lin Wanbai went out this time and spent half of the silver that Lin Tianxu gave her.

She took a look at the fine beads of sweat on her forehead, and said with a smile: "These are all raw materials for making zuò balm, mother, we can't sit on the mountain." With the living signboard of the Lin family, he can always get me some business. ”

Hearing her say this, Aunt Zhao was stunned, and the hand that was originally stretched out also stayed in mid-air.

"Wan'er, you don't know how to make fragrances at all, so why ......"

Lin Wanbai interrupted her, curled the corners of her mouth and said with a sly smile: "Mother, who said I wouldn't." ”

Since she said so, and she also bought things, even if Aunt Zhao had a hundred doubts in her heart, she didn't ask anymore.

She thought that this was her daughter's heart disease, born in a family of incense, but she didn't know anything about incense, which made Lin Hongan even more evil.

Aunt Zhao only thinks that Lin Wanbai wants to prove herself, so even if she has words, she will press it in her heart and follow her to make trouble.

"Okay, Wan'er went to make it herself, I also bought some silk threads and came back, I haven't been a female celebrity for many years, and I don't know that the craftsmanship is a lot stranger."

Aunt Zhao didn't expect Lin Wanbai to really make money, but the mother and daughter always had to make up for the expenses, so she bought some silk handkerchiefs and silk threads, planning to embroider some beautiful handkerchiefs to see if she could get some money back to live.

Female red or something, Lin Wanbai can be said to know nothing, even if she breaks a hole and asks her to sew up, maybe it will be repaired.

Therefore, when Aunt Zhao said that the woman was popular, Lin Wanbai hid to the side very interestingly and tinkered with the method of making balm and sesame oil.

Fortunately, the perfume record is clearly written, the raw materials, the time consumed by the materials, the steps, etc., are clear, and it is simply an encyclopedia.

"Remove impurities and simmer for two hours until the color is clear and ......"

Lin Wanbai muttered silently in his mouth, then patiently stirred the raw honey with a long spoon, put in an appropriate amount of Suhe in order, and then used a stone mill to grind the rose petals, white aconite, clove skin, etc. out the juice, and slowly poured it into the boiling raw honey.

In order to prevent the bottom from scorching, Lin Wanbai sat in front of the stove, letting the tongue of fire roast her pretty face, and did not dare to leave lightly, and the long spoon kept stirring clockwise.

Sweat oozed from her forehead, and fine beads of sweat pooled into drops of sweat that swept across her face and dripped down her pointed chin. Sweat drips on the hot firewood and is evaporated in an instant.

Two hours, that's four hours.

Lin Wanbai's hands were so sore that he could barely lift them, and his good-looking pretty face was also steamed red and black by the tongue of fire.

Which lady doesn't cherish her appearance very much, not to mention being roasted by the tongue of fire, even when she goes out, she has to hold an oil-paper umbrella for them, for fear of tanning.

After two hours, the originally viscous raw honey slowly solidified, mixed with spices in equal proportions, exuding a rich aroma.

Even if it is the top perfume, Lin Wanbai feels that it is not as good as the pot of balm in front of him.

The wisdom of the ancients should not be underestimated.

Aunt Zhao was originally leaning under the begonia tree to be a female red, but after smelling the fragrance, she raised her head in surprise, and she didn't have time to sort out the needle and thread next to her hand, so she hurriedly ran to the stove room and saw Lin Wanbai smirking.

"Wan'er, this is ......"

Aunt Zhao has been married to the Lin family for so many years, although she doesn't know how to mix fragrance, but she knows a lot about it.

"Mother, do you think it's okay?"

Lin Wanbai smiled smugly, looked at Aunt Zhao and said. Although she really doesn't know how to mix perfumes, she wants to use this perfume to make a fortune, so that her mother can live a good life, and she will never be bullied by anyone again.

Aunt Zhao stepped forward, dipped a little with a small spoon, put it on the back of her hand and fainted, sniffed it again, and said in surprise: "Wan'er, how did you learn to make palace incense?" ”

Palace incense, as the name suggests, was used by the harem concubines of the Shanggong Palace at first, and later formed a trend, and the nobles and princes in the capital gradually used it. Because the preparation of zuò is very cumbersome, there are as many as 27 kinds of materials alone, and the dosage and boiling time of each one are different.

However, Lin Wanbai did it.

"Secret."

Lin Wanbai smiled proudly, some things are better not to say.

When Aunt Zhao heard her say this, she reached out and patted her head, and then said pityingly: "Go and wash your face, it's all a flower-faced cat, you girl is weird, and I don't know who she looks like." ”

Since Lin Wanbai didn't say it, Aunt Zhao didn't want to ask any more, her daughter accidentally fell into the pond, and it was a great blessing to be able to pick up a small life, and there was nothing else to ask for as a mother.

"Whatever you want."

Lin Wanbai walked to the well, turned up cool water, and washed his face before noticing the hot pain.

Aunt Zhao is a natural beauty embryo, Lin Wanbai has the true inheritance of Aunt Zhao and the blue is better than the blue, the fair and delicate skin can be broken by blowing, and it was roasted by the tongue of fire for two hours, which is simply a tyrannical thing.

But in Lin Wanbai's eyes, she felt that filling her stomach was more than a thousand times more important than her appearance.

In the evening, Aunt Zhao found a flat wooden box in the pile of dilapidated dust, the Lin family is a family of incense, this dilapidated house is also their outer courtyard, and some incense-making utensils are still stored here.

This is a wooden box two feet long and two feet wide and one inch high, Lin Wanbai poured the viscous balm on it and smoothed it, then put it in a cool place, and needed to sit still for a few days to let the incense settle and solidify into lumps.

Then cut it into small pieces for easy use.

Now that the balm has been made, the next topic to discuss is a different topic.

"Mother, how much does our piece of balm cost?"

Excluding the cost, each piece of balm is 270 yuan, which is 270 steamed buns.

Lin Wanbai didn't think that anyone would exchange two hundred and seventy steamed buns for a piece of balm.

Aunt Zhao put down the needle and thread, thought for a while and said: "The Lin family's palace incense is usually three taels of silver, and even so, it is difficult to find." ”

"But, will anyone buy us for three taels of silver?"

Lin Wanbai sighed in his heart, this Lin Hong's peace of mind is really black, and the price of a piece of balm has almost doubled tenfold.

"Nope."

"What about the cost price of 270 Wen?"

"It's hard, too."

Aunt Zhao shook her head, a small workshop like theirs has no reputation at all, who knows if it is good or not, let alone two hundred and seventy texts, even if it is seventy texts, it is very difficult.

It seems that no matter which dynasty it is, it is not difficult to start a business, but it is a difficult thing to sell.

Lin Wanbai held her cheeks, and suddenly an idea popped up in her mind, since her incense is not famous, then she will create fame, and the fragrance of wine is not afraid of deep alleys.

"Mother, we will give it away for free, but we have to pick someone to send it, there is Jiao'e in the house, leave your name and address, and you can get a piece of palace incense."

"Given away for nothing?"

This idea really surprised Aunt Zhao, they didn't have much silver left, so they had to give it away for nothing, wouldn't they wait to drink the northwest wind?