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Tang Zhaozong had to run away in embarrassment this time, although Tang Zhangwei didn't want to kill him.

However, Tang Zhaozong brought huge losses to those Zhangxiong people.

At first, the Zhangxiong people welcomed the emperor because of Tang Zhaozong, who brought barley noodles and butter tea.

Unfortunately, Tang Zhangwei didn't want Tang Zhaozong's army to grow stronger, so when Tang Zhangwei found out that Tang Zhaozong had organized a relatively large cavalry, he quickly brought a large number of artillery and other troops.

Bai Cunxiao's light cavalry and heavy cavalry, Wei Youji's musket team, these people helped Tang Zhangwei eliminate the cavalry loyal to Tang Zhaozong in their own way.

At the same time, Tang Zhangwei killed all those who dared to support Tang Zhaozong, and exterminated many Zhangxiong and Tubo tribes.

He mixes the flowers into the grease from morning till night without complaint, and hardly feels tired while stirring, for he is constantly attracted by the processes that take place under his eyes and under his nose, the rapid withering of the flowers and the absorption of their fragrances. Learning this method, he felt that it was more valuable than gold.

, but just pour flowers as light as feathers, and take care of the fire, sometimes because of the heat. , also walked away to have a drink, but Tang Zhangwei didn't complain.

The finished product is very small. One still fills exactly three vials of liquid! In addition to these three small bottles of essence, the fragrance of thousands of flowers is gone! But their value, in Grasse's case, is already equivalent to a fortune. I don't know how many times its value will increase! When Mrs. Chen Sisi saw these small bottles, her eyes showed good feelings, and she caressed them with her eyes. As she took them and tucked them tightly with a perfectly ground glass stopper, she held her breath lest she blow away the priceless scent. In order to prevent the smallest atoms from escaping away as vapor after the stopper, she sealed the stoppers with molten wax, turned them upside down and put them into a fish-membrane sac, which was fastened to the neck of the neck. According to the orders of Chen Sisi, who is much more experienced, without Chen Sisi, he is nothing, and the women rely on this spear style, and they get along quite harmoniously.

Then autumn and winter came. The workshop is getting cleaner. The fragrance of the flowers was kept in the basement in bottles of acacia and perfume, and if Madame did not want to separate the balsam of one kind or another, or to have a bag of spices distilled, there was not much to do. Olives are still available, and there are several full baskets every week. They squeeze the pure oil out of the olives and send the rest to the oil mills. As for wine, Tang distilled a portion of it into alcohol and then distilled it.

Chen Sisi became more and more rare to show up for business, and was busy changing her clothes for her to wear after the one-year mourning period expired. For several days, Tang Zhangwei often only got the scene from the maid at noon, and got bread and olives at night, but he didn't see anyone except the maid. He barely goes out. His participation in group activities, especially regular gatherings and parades of buddies, was so frequent that his presence or absence did not attract attention. He had no friends or acquaintances, but he took care to avoid being seen as arrogant or lonely as possible. He makes the other guys think that his social interaction is dull and has little to gain. He was a master at spreading idleness and presenting himself as a clumsy idiot—never excessively, of course, lest others make fun of him, or make him a victim of a rude joke, and succeed in making people think he was utterly boring. He was never bothered, and that's all he hoped for.

His time was spent in the workshop. He told Chen Sisi that the perfume he made, although it was very economical to use. It's also run out. He designs a new perfume. But this time he was no longer satisfied with hastily blending materials, barely fitting his basic scent of imitation of man, but had the ambition of obtaining the scent of one man, or rather, the scent of many.

One sent to the outside world. If he had such a smell, he could go to the people with great joy. This perfume is enough to indicate a person's presence in terms of smell, and at the same time is unobtrusive so that it does not bother anyone. Tang Zhangwei originally had no smell, but now no matter where he appears, there will always be a little smell of this perfume, whether it is in Chen Sisi's house or sometimes walking in the city, the smell of this perfume is very suitable.

On some occasions, a low smell is of course an indication of disadvantage. If he is instructed by Chen Sisi to go out to take care of things, or wants to buy some mirage or a few mirages for himself from a vendor, it may happen that because he is not noticed, he is either completely ignored and received by no one, or they see him but do not serve him properly, or they forget about him while serving. For this reason, he had prepared himself a perfume with a somewhat strong smell and a slight smell of sweat, which smelled of it made him look rude and made people think that he had to hurry, that he had urgent business to do. He used fresh duck eggs and fermented flour to make the greased linen contain a fragrance that mimicked the smell of Chen Sisi's sperm, and he succeeded in attracting a certain degree of attention.

Another perfume in his treasury gives off a sympathetic scent that proves effective among middle-aged and older women. The scent smells quite like thin milk and clean cork. Tang Zhangwei used this

The realm is not disturbed and its essence is not exposed. Protected by these different scents, Tang Zhangwei devotes all his energy to his passionate pursuit of reality: the sensitive pursuit of fragrances. Since he had a grand goal, and more than a year to go, he not only acted with great enthusiasm, but also very systematically and systematically sharpened his weapons and perfected his technique,

At that time, a simple distillation method failed, and today it is successful due to the wonderful adsorption power of the oil. For days, Mr. Tang applied cow's fat to the brass spherical doorknob, and he liked its cool, musty smell. You see, when he scraped the grease off and examined it, he could smell the spherical doorknob, which was very small but clear. Even after rinsing with alcohol, the smell remained, very soft, distant, obscured by the mist of alcohol, which could probably only be smelled by Tang Zhangwei's Trane nose in the world—but it was there, that is, at least in principle, it could be mastered.

(End of chapter)

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