Jiang Zhimian made up the picture in his head.

Brunette...... Well, savages can't be savages anymore.

"Dad, it's not for black hair, it's for moisturizing and moisturizing, it's good for the skin." Jiang Zhimian explained simply.

Jiang Nu sighed, "Then I'll move these to the small shed for you, and when your second aunt comes back from the field, I'll pick them up for you." ”

"Dad, that's called Jiang's small workshop." Jiang Zhimian corrected it seriously.

Although it is only a small makeshift shed now, the name cannot be broken.

In the future, Jiang's small workshop will become Jiang's large workshop.

Then, open Jiang's skin care store, form a national chain, and sell to neighboring countries!

Will the day when you become rich be far away?

Hearing this, Jiang Nu smiled innocently, scratched his head and said, "Dad doesn't have any brains, he always can't remember these, but fortunately, you have inherited your mother's intelligence, and you can choose a name so well, and you can come up with so many ways to make money." ”

At this point, he suddenly choked up a little, "If only your mother were still here, she would be very happy if she knew that you were so powerful." ”

"My mother has a spirit in the sky, and she must be happy for me now." Jiang Zhimian reached out and patted him on the back, "When we deliver this batch of goods, let's buy something to worship my mother." ”

Even if she has no impression of the original owner's mother, but in the end, she has become Jiang Zhimian now, so she should do her filial piety for Jiang Zhimian.

Jiang Nu hurriedly agreed, and walked away with the back basket.

And Jiang Zhimian stood in place, but there was a slight doubt in his heart.

She has been here for so long, and everyone has heard the story, but she doesn't know much about this "mother".

I only know that her name is Song Yuejian, and she is a maid who fled here, and she has a lot of ink in her stomach.

Take Liu Qiaoer's two sons, for example.

Zhaowen and Gufu are both names taken by Song Yuejian.

Especially Gufu, borrowed from the famous general of the Yue Kingdom, Da Sima, Linggufu.

A maid knows so many things, so it can be seen that the place to stay is not too bad.

But if it's not bad, how can you flee?

Could it be that like Chi Mohan, he was also persecuted by others, so he was forced to hide in such a small mountain village?

Thinking wildly, there was already a shouting in the small workshop not far away.

Jiang Zhimian had to put away his thoughts and walked over.

As soon as I arrived at the shed, I saw Liu Qiaoer secretly poking and poking He Shou Wu into his pocket.

"Second aunt, take out the things." Jiang Zhimian stretched out his hand to her helplessly.

There are so many He Shou Wu, and there will be waste in the processing process at that time, and the parts that can be made into finished products are pitiful.

I really can't stand Liu Qiaoer's stealing and crutching.

But Liu Qiao'er pretended to be confused, "What, what are you taking?" ”

"Second aunt, I know you want to use He Shou Wu to treat your white hair, but the raw He Shou Wu is poisonous, if you eat it casually, you will die." Jiang Zhimian lowered his voice and deliberately said the last sentence very seriously.

And when she heard that someone was going to die, Liu Qiaoer was so frightened that she hurriedly took He Shouwu out.

"I ...... I won't die if I touch it, right? Liu Qiao'er asked in a panic.

Jiang Zhimian took He Shou Wu and threw it back into the back basket, his eyes were very serious, "I won't die, but there is a place where it will turn black." ”

"Huh? Is it hair? Liu Qiaoer was stunned.

Jiang Zhimian solemnly told her, "It's conscience." ”

Second aunt, you started with the raw materials of the small family workshop, and your conscience was greatly blackened!