Back at the northern base, Fang Ru's life quickly returned to calm.

Or is her peace never broken?

Due to the face of the Ning family and the Qin family, her business was affected, and most of the orders came from some small families. However, with the help of her cousin Feng Mao, she quickly investigated the details behind these families, and found that they were more or less related to the Ning family and the Qin family, and a few of them even got the instructions of these two families, either explicitly or covertly to woo her. On several occasions, the representative of the family who came to negotiate a business asked her directly or implicitly if she could make a potion that enhanced the Ability Level.

The intent is clear.

However, this made Fang Ru, who had already put the ability enhancement potion on the agenda, retreated. She's made potions that replenish her abilities and stamina, and the market demand is huge, enough to feed herself. Adding another ability enhancement potion is not an official announcement of what the research institute is doing?

The institute has not taken a stand, there has been no action, but when someone tries to replace them, it is strange that they do not jump.

Blocking people's wealth is like killing parents, this truth Fang Ru understands.

Besides, she is only one person, and although the common people (mainly from Area E) have been developed to collect raw materials for her and rough process them, but when it comes to the refining stage, she can only do it herself. What's the use of having so many industrial lines.

Ah, I really want to recruit employees!

"Thou shalt use me."

The pot said. Fang Ru hadn't used him to refine medicine for a long time. She built forty stoves on the second floor, lined up in two rows, each with two stoves. When refining medicine, eighty pots were turned on together, and the scene was spectacular.

The stove is all charcoal-fired. Although air conditioning was installed, the heat of the forty stoves was not covered. The sun was drying outside, the stove was drying in the house, and she had to run back and forth to check, and after a while, she would sweat profusely.

I don't know, I thought this was the back kitchen of a canteen, but why is there only one cook?

Oh yes, there's an oversized medicine pot in her space. While taking care of eighty pots, she also had to go to the space from time to time to take a look.

And the body of his pot has been put aside, and the accumulated dust can be used to grow flowers.

"Pot. Are you really shaking M? Fang Ru shook off a handful of sweat. Asked in surprise.

Have you forgotten how you yelled when you were put on the stove?

The pot pouted. Aren't I tired of seeing you? Besides, with so much charcoal, what should I do if I get charcoal one day?

"And even if you use so many pots, the efficiency is not as good as mine, ah no. One pot. "The pot stays in the wood. Raise your head proudly. His pot body had been tempered by her own hands. It sealed his soul again, and all kinds of raw materials could be fused better and faster, and the speed and efficiency of absorbing the essence of heaven and earth were also higher. The speed at which the potion is refined is beyond the reach of ordinary medicine pots.

Fang Ru already knew about this. Why don't you use him?

Fang Ru glared at him, didn't speak, and continued to take care of the potion.

"Hey. Okay? ”

Fang Ru was busy there, but he was sitting here to collect ashes, and he felt very guilty.

Fang Ru finished a lap, returned to the starting point, grabbed the kettle and poured it violently.

Then, without waiting for the pot to open again, it disappeared from the front of the pot with a swish, and went to the space to check the oversized medicine pot.

To the pot, space is equivalent to divine consciousness, and everything that happens inside cannot escape his eyes. But although he can see and take out or eat the things in the space, he can't change the position of the objects in the space.

So seeing Fang Ru standing by the cauldron, struggling to stir the thick medicinal juice in the pot with a wooden stick that was a head taller than her, but she couldn't help, the pot was really a little unpleasant.

"Whew."

Fang Ru put down the stirring stick, took a deep breath of the aroma of the potion, and rolled his eyes refreshed—seriously, only Fang Ru would think that this taste was aroma.

Anyway, the pot can see the situation in the space in all directions without dead ends, so it is the pot that she turns in whichever direction she turns.

"You're shaking M. Aren't I shaking S? ”

After finishing speaking, Fang Ru's face suddenly became a little hot.

In the past, Fang Ru liked to see the pot being put on the stove by her, and she was super dissatisfied and couldn't kill her. But recently, the more Fang Ru thought about it, the more uneasy she felt.

What if the so-called quarrel with her is not a quarrel? What if he shouted that it hurts, not exaggerating, or even the opposite?

It seems that I have done something terrible unconsciously......

Fang Ru suddenly couldn't stay in the space anymore. There are pot eyes everywhere here. She fled out of the space, turned and rushed towards the eighty pots.

As a result, he didn't run two steps before he was grabbed by the wrist by the pot.

The pot has a lot of strength. Fang Ru was suddenly dragged down and fell into the arms of the pot.

The wood was very hard, and Fang Ru couldn't help but snort. But after staying in the alchemy room for so long, it was very warm to be roasted by the fire next to it.

However, even if you rule out the fact that the body is wood, the movement of the pot is still clumsy.

"I'm sorry, my ......," the pot was in a hurry, "that, it didn't hurt you, did it?" ”

"It's fine." Fang Ru pretended to be a man, although her shoulders were already blue, "That, is there something wrong with you?" ”

"It's, in fact, there is no ......"

Then what are you dragging me for?

Seeing the confusion on Fang Ru's face, the pot became even more embarrassed.

He just saw Fang Ru running away from him and subconsciously stretched out his hand. It hurt her.

Fang Ru was wearing a vest and shorts, and she couldn't stop the bruise on her shoulders at all.

When did I start thinking about trapping her! What qualifications do you have......

"Pot?" Fang Ru stretched out his finger and shook it in front of the pot, "Use me to summon spirits?" ”

The pot looked at Fang Ru in a daze, as if he had just woken up. Although in Fang Ru's opinion, his face was hazy.

What the hell happened to him?

Fang Ru couldn't figure it out. But intuitively, she felt that this was not a good time to get to the bottom of it, so she raised her smile and playfully poked the wooden head of the pot: "You can rest assured, it will definitely be useful to you in the future." I'm going to fatten you up and slaughter you~"

“…… Then I'll have to eat less in the future. ”

The pot had a bitter taste and smiled.

Fang Ru: hey, hey, hey.

"That's right. You can ask your second aunt for help. The pot said.

"Found." Fang Ru was a little helpless, "But it's just a little favor on the periphery." ”

She didn't dare to mention too much business to her second aunt. As soon as I met with my second aunt a lot, she always introduced her to her in a different way. Second, what if she accidentally discovers the true body of the pot?

But you don't need to let the pot know about this.

The bitter taste that had just dissipated a little bit returned to the mouth of the pot.

But he didn't want to bring it up again to make Fang Ru depressed. So change the subject: "However, why do you call her the second aunt?" She is obviously the eldest daughter. (To be continued......)