Song Yaoyao was tired for a day, but he soon fell asleep.

In the dream, she returned to the laboratory where she worked, and there was no one in the laboratory of the University.

Song Yaoyao walked around, thinking where did these little cubs go, they even dared to be absent from work, and they didn't want the full attendance award.

I walked to the material room and picked up a bottle, which was jojoba oil, a common ingredient in lipstick.

Song Yaoyao looked at the bottle and sighed, the materials that used to be ordinary in the laboratory are now hard to find, and there is no market.

Holding the bottle and continuing to shop, Song Yaoyao saw butylparaben again, which is a preservative, which was not available in ancient times.

Song Yaoyao then walked down the next row of shelves, just turned a corner, his feet slipped, and the whole person fell backwards, but he didn't fall on the floor, but kept falling like weightlessness.

Song Yaoyao said "ah", woke up, the sky had just been white, it was still early, Mao Mao was lying on the bed and sleeping sweetly.

Song Yaoyao sighed and planned to lie down and sleep, but was armed by something.

Song Yaoyao picked it up and saw that it was the bottle of jojoba oil he had just taken in the laboratory.

Now Song Yaoyao couldn't sleep anymore, she rubbed her eyes and made sure that she wasn't dreaming.

Did God let her take the laboratory through it?

Song Yaoyao hurriedly lay down, contemplated, and sure enough, he appeared in the laboratory again the next moment, and Song Yaoyao was already pleasantly surprised and didn't know what to say.

She is now in the core area of the laboratory, the scientific research area, full of all kinds of experimental equipment.

Song Yaoyao was worried about all kinds of materials in his heart, ran directly to the material room, walked to the place where he fell just now, and found that there was another bottle of jojoba oil in the empty place on the original shelf, which was exactly the same as the bottle that Song Yaoyao took away.

It's still infinitely recycled!

Song Yaoyao was excited, raised his feet and walked to the warehouse, the things in the material room are all bottled for experimentation, the bottle body can't contain many things, and most of the raw materials are still stored in the warehouse.

When I arrived at the warehouse, there were barrels and boxes everywhere, and the experimental materials were well preserved.

Song Yaoyao felt that she was about to be carried away by the surprise.

After calming down, thinking of the things he had discussed with the boss of Hong Lim Pavilion, he went to the material room to get preservatives, softeners, petroleum jelly, and vitamin E, and then left the laboratory.

It was already bright outside, and Song Mu and Dongmei had already started to fetch water and cook.

Song Yaoyao found a cloth bag and packed the things he took from the laboratory and went into the kitchen.

Dongmei was scooping a spoonful of corn to cook porridge, and when she saw Song Yaoyao coming in, she said, "Sister-in-law, don't buy such good rice in the future, there is still rice at home, sister-in-law should save this money." ”

Song Yaoyao was speechless, this rice was not bought for food, but he didn't say anything, to see how the rouge oil he soaked was colored.

Song Yaoyao thought that although she had a laboratory and could make better incense powder and rouge, she could only go to the laboratory alone, and it was impossible for her to achieve mass production alone.

Therefore, she plans to make an improved version of cosmetics according to the level of cosmetics production in this era, adding modern advanced materials.

Dongmei was curious, so she also leaned over to take a look and asked, "Sister-in-law, what is this?" ”

Song Yaoyao naturally didn't hide it, and replied generously: "Rouge oil, for rouge." ”

Dongmei's eyes widened and she asked in surprise, "Sister-in-law, do you still make rouge?" ”

Rural peasant women like them are already satisfied if their family can be fed and clothed, and rouge is something that is unthinkable, and I heard that only young ladies in the city can use it.

"Well, I've read it in the book, I thought about it myself, and I want to try it, if it is done, it will also be an entry."

Dongmei nodded, she knew that Song Yaoniang was literate, and the Song family used to be a well-off family, and her father-in-law went to private school for a few years when he was young.

The father-in-law taught Song Rong, but he didn't like to learn, and he didn't have the talent to read, and he only knew how to read after two years of study, but he couldn't write well, but Song Miaoniang was a little talented in reading.

One of the reasons why she didn't dislike the Song family and was willing to marry was that the Song family was literate for both men and women, and she didn't want her future children to be blind with their eyes open.

Dongmei smiled and said flatteringly: "My sister-in-law has read a book, and she is much better than us who don't know a single big word." ”

Song Yaoyao also respects this sister-in-law very much in her heart, although she only gets along for two or three days, she can see that this sister-in-law is sensible, open-minded, and a person worthy of fellowship.

"If I can make it, I will give my sister-in-law a box, and when the time comes, I will dress up and show my brother, and I will definitely look him in the eye."

Dongmei blushed and said with shame: "What are the old husbands and wives dressing, it is better to exchange some silver to subsidize the family." ”

Song Yaoyao smiled and didn't say anything.

The rouge oil needs to be soaked for about ten days before it can really be colored, and Song Yaoyao is not in a hurry and begins to prepare to make powder.

Originally, she planned to use good corn to make flour, but now that she has a laboratory, she naturally doesn't want to waste another month making rice flour.

After eating, she continued to peel the flower seeds in a hurry, and it was not until the sun went down that the flower seeds were all peeled.

In the dead of night, when everyone was asleep, Song Yaoyao quietly got up and took the flower seeds and lay back on the bed.

She was a little apprehensive in her heart, she had only tried to take things from the inside out before, and the first time she tried to bring things inside, she didn't know if she could succeed.

When she calmed down, entered the laboratory, and saw that she was still carrying the cloth bag containing flower seeds in her hand, she breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards the crusher.

Whether the powder quality of the gouache is fine enough or not depends largely on whether the powder is broken enough, and Song Yaoyao has limited labor, so he directly used a crusher.

Song Yaoyao bought two catties of purple jasmine seeds, and after peeling them, less than half of them remained, and after they were broken, there were only more than eight taels left.

Song Yaoyao poured the flower seed powder into the mixer, then added talcum powder, kaolin and coloring pigments to mix evenly, mixed out the color suitable for cold white skin, and then added preservatives, isopropyl myristate, magnesium stearate, liquid paraffin, lanolin, jasmine essential oil, crushed the powder again, and then sifted, mixed with water and into a powder slurry, and then pressed into the porcelain box brought.

Song Yaoyao originally wanted to use the powder injection technology to make powder, and the powder made in this way was smoother and more delicate, but when he thought that when he was popularized and sold in large quantities in the future, he couldn't let himself press them one by one in the laboratory, so he still used the traditional powder pressing process.

I found a weight about the size of a compact, wrapped it in gauze, and compacted it little by little.

Then I made a powder cake for warm yellow skin, cold white skin, and cold yellow skin.

When he came out of the laboratory, it was already the middle of the moon, and Song Yaoyao spread out the finished powder cake and hung it on the table and fell asleep.

When I woke up the next day, I saw Mao Mao around the table looking at the powder.

Song Yaoyao was afraid that he would stain the powder, so he quickly asked him to put it down and pushed Mao Mao out.

Song Yaoyao looked at it, these powders were almost dry in one night, and the noodles were quite flat, although they were far inferior to the porcelain pressed out by the flour press, but they were still in the past.

It is estimated that it will be completely dry after another day.