When Aunt Zhao was a girl, her family was not wealthy, and she had no maids to serve by her side, so she had to do everything by herself.

Therefore, even if you live in a broken house now, you won't stare at you because you don't understand anything.

Lin Wanbai is even more of a female man, and she bent her sleeves and planned to do a big job, but was hurriedly stopped by Aunt Zhao.

"What does my daughter's family look like when I roll up my sleeves?"

She whispered to Lin Wanbai, her daughter seemed to be a different person since she fell into the lotus pond, her personality was very aggressive, and she didn't have the gentleness of her daughter's family at all.

"Mother, I can cook, let me come."

Lin Wanbai stuck out his tongue and smiled, this wide water cloud sleeve is really not suitable for housework, anyway, it is not everyone's best now, hurry up Ming'er to change into some convenient clothes.

"You can also cook?"

Aunt Zhao looked at Lin Wanbai with some surprise, as far as she knew, although the two of them had no status in the Lin Mansion, her daughter had never passed through the stove room, how could she cook.

The furnishings of the stove room are also extremely simple, as soon as you enter the door is a large stove with two pots, and the round hole below is used to add firewood. It is impossible for their orphans and widows to cut firewood in the mountains, and if they want to cook rice and make fires in the future, they will have to buy firewood.

It's another big expense.

"But I'm not going to light a fire."

Lin Wanbai smiled embarrassedly, she looked at the dry firewood piled up behind the stove room and the fire sickle placed on the stove, and suddenly she missed the gas stove a little.

Aunt Zhao listened, covered her mouth and laughed softly, shook her head dotingly and said, "You can't even burn the fire, how can you cook?" ”

Fortunately, Aunt Zhao will do these things, although she has not done it for more than ten years, but she will not forget it.

Lin Wanbai picked vegetables on the side, then burned the iron pot, put in a small piece of solidified lard, and looked at the condiments, which were really simple.

A small clay pot of coarse salt, a handful of dried spicy seeds, and some peppercorn powder and soy sauce.

She flipped the big shovel, and the movements were still counted, Lin Wanbai looked at Aunt Zhao who was sitting by the stove and constantly adding firewood, thought for a while and asked: "Mother, we must always find a way to make money, otherwise we will sit on the empty mountain." ”

Aunt Zhao was stunned for a moment when she heard Lin Wanbai say this, she hadn't thought about this question, but what orphans and widows could do, they couldn't do physical work, and they didn't have the capital to do business in the pan shop, and they couldn't even sell gadgets in the market.

Lin Hongan has already kicked them out, and it is impossible to go back and ask for money.

"Wan'er, don't worry, my mother will find a way."

Although Aunt Zhao actually didn't have any way at all, she still smiled softly and comforted Lin Wanbai, if she couldn't give her daughter a good life, she wouldn't be worthy of letting her daughter call her mother.

"Isn't the Lin family a family of perfumers, why don't we also go back to our old business and help people make and sell incense, how about it?"

Lin Wanbai asked tentatively, the name of the Lin family is a living signboard, as long as it is said, it is a guarantee of quality, such a good thing, don't do it in vain.

However, Aunt Zhao looked at her blankly, as if she didn't know what Lin Wanbai was talking about, holding dry firewood in her hand, and forgetting to throw it in.

"Wan'er, what do you say, how can you make fragrances?"

Lin Wanbai was holding a plate and serving vegetables, and when she heard Aunt Zhao say this, she almost slipped her hands.

"I don't know how to perfume?"

Lin Wanbai lowered her head and looked at Aunt Zhao, she knew that Aunt Zhao was not lying, and her daughter, who had been raised by her side for more than ten years, didn't know that she could make fragrances.

It's so weird.

Lin Wanbai touched the perfume record hidden in his arms, this is the manuscript of the owner of this body, and the recipe usage is clearly written on it, but Aunt Zhao doesn't know at all?

Aunt Zhao saw Lin Wanbai's preoccupied appearance, and the smile in her eyes was much lighter.

Although the Lin family has been blending perfume for generations, but perfumery is about talent, and the blending process must be compared, even if it is a slight difference, the final product will be thousands of miles apart.

The most famous perfumer of the Lin family is Lin Wanbai's grandfather, and according to legend, the incense he blended can bewitch people's hearts, just like the miraculous effect of reaching the realm of Taixu.

But after her grandfather, no one can reach this situation, as far as Aunt Zhao knows, several children have been exposed to perfume since childhood, among which the highest attainment is Lin Manlu.

That's why in the small gatherings of various boudoir girls, although Lin Manlu is not Hou Gui's daughter, she is also the object of everyone's favor. Who doesn't want to get a bottle of balm or sesame oil in Lin Manlu's hands.

Among the children, Lin Wanbai's attainments are the worst, and it can be said that he doesn't know anything, which makes Lin Hongan, who hated her in the first place, even more disgusted with her.

"Wan'er, even if she is a hunter's child, she may not be able to walk through the poplar in a hundred steps, and even if she is a fisherman's child, she may not be able to walk in the waves; Mother doesn't ask you to compare with Lu'er, with your mother here, she will never let you worry about the family. ”

Aunt Zhao thought that Lin Wanbai still cared about the fact that she couldn't make fragrances, so she carefully comforted her, even if Lin Wanbai couldn't, in her heart, she was still the most precious daughter.

"Really?"

Lin Wanbai's eyes were a little flustered, it seemed that the water in the Lin family's tank was deep.

"Mother, I've fried the food, can you try the taste?"

She gathered her mind, picked up a crisp and tender green vegetable, and sent it to Aunt Zhao's mouth.

Aunt Zhao tasted it and said in surprise: "I thought you were just joking, but I didn't expect you to stir-fry a few times, it would be so delicious." ”

"It's not just a random speculation."

When Lin Wanbai heard this, he jumped up, a little dissatisfied.

"Okay, let's Wan'er grow up, go and light the lamp oil and start the meal."

Aunt Zhao doesn't play tricks with her, she hasn't mentioned the matter of perfume in front of her for many years, why did she suddenly mention it again, which made Aunt Zhao a little worried.

Her daughter has no talent for perfumery.

It's night.

Aunt Zhao went to bed early, the ancients had no entertainment, basically the sunrise and sunset rested, and when the lights came on, it should be time to rest.

The two of them had their own thoughts, and after saying goodnight, Aunt Zhao went back to the room to rest, Lin Wanbai couldn't sleep, and sat down next to the well with her clothes on.

She took out the perfume from her bosom and flipped through it roughly in the moonlight.

Aunt Zhao said that she didn't know how to make fragrances, so what is going on with this fragrance book, the strangeness in it seems that it is not simple.

Suddenly, a bold idea popped up.

In order to survive, she must earn money, and don't everyone in the Lin family think that she can't make perfumes, if she sells sesame oil and balm for a living now, she will definitely attract attention, and even if she doesn't move, someone will naturally come to the door.

Lin Wanbai is a person who makes decisions on the spot, and he will do what he decides immediately, and he will never hesitate to procrastinate.

So when she woke up the next morning, she made a fire with difficulty, boiled porridge, changed into Lisuo's clothes, tied her hair with the hairband that Aunt Zhao bought for her at will, and went out.

Since you want to make incense, you must buy spices and come back to mix them yourself.

Fortunately, the dilapidated house is not far from the market, so I asked for directions when I saw people, and I also found a shop to buy spices.

Last night, she asked Aunt Zhao to teach her to recognize money, one tael of gold is equal to eight taels of silver, and one tael of silver can be exchanged for huàn consistent money, and consistent money has a thousand Wen.

I can buy a big steamed bun for a penny.

In this way, the bag of broken silver that Lin Tianxu gave her is really a courtesy and friendship.