"How about we'll do that when we get back?" Song Qian told Wang Niangzi about his plan, and the other party nodded in agreement. The two hit it off, bought something and turned back.

Wang Wu, who was waiting for the two of them here, saw that the people had not come back for so long, and thought that something had happened, so he wanted to go to look for them, and he didn't want to see the two of them coming from not far away as soon as he got off the carriage.

"I thought something was wrong, I just wanted to go to you." Wang Wu ran over and took the basket in the hands of Wang Niangzi and Song Qian, and put it on the carriage very easily, but his eyes did not take his eyes off Wang Niangzi.

Why did you still eat dog food in ancient times, Song Qian thought to himself.

"Today is a big gathering, so there are more people than usual. Do you have anything else to buy? If not, let's go back, for the hour is getting late, and we have to hurry up to make the ointment." Song Qian actually wanted to realize his and Mrs. Wang's plan as soon as possible, so he secretly urged.

So the three of them got into the carriage and returned to the shop.

At this time, Huo Wei was very anxious because he didn't see any trace of Fang Zi up and down the shop. But because Song Qian and the others had already returned, he could only endure the impatience in his heart, pretending to have just finished the work and greeted the three of them and said, "Shopkeeper, you are back."

"Come back, come and help me carry the spices to the backyard." Wang Wu responded casually, and then took the basket on the carriage to the backyard with Huo Wei and put it away.

And Wang Niangzi went to prepare things to make balm, which made Huo Wei suddenly interested, thinking that since he couldn't find the recipe, he could write it down if he saw the two of them do it.

"Slow down, don't spill the spices." Wang Wu saw Huo Wei's sudden movements getting up quickly, and hurriedly asked worriedly.

In desperation, Huo Wei had no choice but to help Wang Wu move things while observing the progress of Wang Niangzi and Song Qian.

Fortunately, when they were ready, he also hurriedly moved everything in.

Because Fang Zi was exclusive, Wang Wu closed the door of the backyard tightly, and called Huo Wei out: "Huo Wei, you go first......

Song Qian and Wang Niangzi glanced at each other and interrupted Wang Wu's words, "The steps of production are complicated and require a lot of people. Huo Wei has a lot of strength, he is stronger than me and Wang Niangzi, why don't you let him stay and work? You can do more of that, and you'll be able to prepare for it."

After listening to Song Qian's words, Wang Wu agreed after thinking about it again and said, "Okay, then Huo Wei will stay and help me for you." But remember, Fang Zi can't be passed on, remember?"

This complied with Huo Wei's wishes, and at this time, he was lamenting that he was favored by God, so he replied without hearing anything clearly, and said, "That's natural, please rest assured that the shopkeeper is at ease." What do you need me to do now?"

Wang Wu was afraid of delaying the hour, so he didn't give any more instructions, and directly ordered Huo Wei to do the work.

And Song Qian and Wang Niangzi also followed.

The previous steps are just foreshadowing, similar to the steps of making other balms, and the most important thing is the recipe of the fragrance. So Huo Wei couldn't wait, and finally waited for the preparation of spices.

When Wang Wu was about to start, Wang Niangzi suddenly remembered something, it turned out that she had forgotten to prepare a raw material that she needed later, and wanted Wang Wu to find it.

And Wang Wu looked at the spices that had already begun to be prepared and hesitated, Song Qian took the opportunity to speak, "Brother Wang, you can go with confidence, Wang Niangzi and I both know what to prepare, just let us do it." Go find it quickly, don't waste time."

Song Qian's words were reasonable, Wang Wu handed over the matter to the two of them, and he went to the warehouse to rummage in a hurry.

Huo Wei stared at the two intently, for fear of missing something.

It was precisely because Song Qian and Wang Niangzi knew his mind that they did not say anything to debunk it, in case they startled the snake. Instead, he pretended to be sophisticated in formulating the "improved formula" that had been discussed, that is, adjusting the previous spice dosage and one or two spices.

But only the two of them knew about it.

Huo Wei, who was calculated, was still in the dark at this time, thinking that the two of them were making a well-known balm, and he didn't suspect anything, but wrote down everything very carefully.

Wang Wu finally found it

When they returned, Song Qian and Wang Niangzi had already carried out the next step of grinding. Looking at the spices that were close to powder, Wang Wu didn't find anything and proceeded directly to the next step.

Song Qian and Wang Niangzi were very happy to see that the plan was successfully achieved.

But there's another problem.

Mrs. Wang took Song Qian to the room and asked worriedly, "Then these balms can't be sold to the people, isn't that too much waste of raw materials and energy?"

Song Qian had already thought about this place, patted Wang Niangzi on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, when I go back tonight, I will have someone make some balms to replace these, and I will ensure that there will be no problems."

When Wang Niangzi heard these words, she was relieved, and thanked Song Qian: "Song Niangzi is still bothering you about this matter, you see that you are so concerned about the affairs of my family, I have been blessed in my previous life to meet you."

"Mrs. Wang is polite, there is no trouble. Okay, let's go out quickly, so as not to make Huo Wei suspicious."

When the two returned to the courtyard, the production of the balm had come to an end, and Huo Wei was still staring at it seriously and refused to let go of any details.

"It would be nice to let it dry overnight." Wang Wu wiped the sweat from his forehead and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It was already night.

"Song Niangzi, stay and finish eating before leaving." Wang Niangzi hurriedly spoke when she saw Song Qian preparing to leave.

"No need, there are still people waiting for me at home." Song Qianwan refused, and then made a color with Wang Niangzi, so that if there was anything, she would tell herself in time, so as not to be too late for anything.

Wang Niangzi nodded understandingly, and then sent Song Qian into the carriage, and only went back after seeing her leave.

Huo Wei had already gone back to his room, wrote down every step he had memorized, and was ready to hand over the recipe to Jia Cheng's people after the third watch, so that he could get the silver and leave the place.

Even when Wang Niangzi cooked the meal, he didn't come out.

Finally came to the third watch, Huo Wei followed the last sneaky came to the alley, and sure enough, he saw the people at this joint.

This time, he triumphantly handed the recipe to his subordinates and said, "I wasted a lot of effort to get this, so the master can be satisfied, right?"

After opening it and glancing at it, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, and he replied, "That's right, my lord has been looking forward to this thing day and night."

"Then the master should give me the two hundred taels of silver that he promised me before, right?" Huo Wei hurriedly stretched out his hand, for fear that they would regret it.

The subordinate gave three heavy money bags to Huo Wei and said, "When did you not count what the master said? I'm telling you, don't tell anyone about this, and you can leave Sulou Town as soon as you take the money, do you know?"

Since they all have two hundred silver taels, who will still be here? Huo Wei thought to himself, and put away the money bag like a baby.

But he didn't notice the yin owl that flashed under his eyes.

He happily prepared to leave overnight, not wanting to be stabbed in the chest with a knife from behind before he could get out of the alley, and then fell to the ground.

"What are you? Do you dare to negotiate terms with the master?" The servant walked over, said in a disdainful tone, and then leaned over and picked up the money bag. At the same time, the secret guards under his orders dragged away the dying Huo Wei, as for where he ended, it's hard to say.

The servant straightened up the folds on his clothes as if nothing had happened, and then walked out of the alley, and got into the carriage with an indifferent expression. The night was dark and the wind was high, and the word "Jia" on the carriage was extremely weird.

In the ancestral hall of Jia's mansion, Jia Cheng held a Buddhist bead and asked him to close his eyes and recite words. Hearing the door behind him being pushed open, he said with some dissatisfaction, "Didn't I say that you can't come in without my permission?"

After hearing this, the subordinate knelt on the ground and pleaded, "The lord forgives the sin, it is a small one without rules. But this time I came here with good news for you."

Hearing this, Jia Cheng's frowning brows relaxed. He opened his eyes and got up, came to his servant, and asked, "What good news?"

The subordinate hurriedly presented the recipe written by Huo Wei to Jia Cheng and said, "It was Huo Wei who brought the balm from the Wang family

Son."

Jia Cheng showed a satisfied look, but quickly became serious again.

"What about Huo Wei?"

His subordinates understood what he meant, and said, "The person has been dealt with, and the lord can rest assured that the dead will not be able to open their mouths."

"You haven't been with me in vain for so many years. Then order to go down, and open a shop opposite the Wang family tomorrow according to this house, so that they can open their eyes and see, even after so many years, they are still defeated by the Jia family."

After taking the recipe handed by Jia Cheng, the subordinate showed a sly smile and greeted Jia Cheng and said, "That's nature, what are they? How can you be compared to you, sir?"

Jia Cheng, who was praised, smiled happily at this time.

"I'll leave the shop to you, don't let me down."

The subordinate who got the reward didn't want to be happier at this time, he turned around and left after he got down, he couldn't let Jia Cheng down, so he had to plan early.

Jia Cheng turned to look at the tablet on the ancestral hall, and the female fraud flashed in his eyes.

The moonlight outside seemed even whiter.

At the same time, in Song Qian's yard.

"Song Niangzi, what is this?" Changfeng watched Song Qian busy making balm, and asked curiously while laying his hands on the side.

He Yujin, who also came to help, explained to Song Qian: "This thing is called balm, do you know the Wang family balm that has been prevalent in the town recently? That's it."

"That's what I did, if Mrs. Song likes me to buy it for you, why do you have to do it yourself?"

Although it is said that Song Qian is ingenious and can do anything. But you don't have to do everything yourself, and you have to try such a complicated process.

"That recipe was given to the Wang family and his wife." Song Qian's words that were not trivial or serious suddenly shocked Changfeng and He Yujin.

"It's a long story, thank you both for your help. Hurry up so that you can rest sooner, and there will be work to be done tomorrow."

Just when Song Qian was busy, Ji Changye, who heard the movement, walked out of the room, was very surprised to see this scene, and walked to Song Qian's side, rolled up his sleeves and wanted to help Song Qian do it together.

"Lord, stop quickly." Song Qian and Changfeng both stopped when they saw it.

Ji Changye said disapprerovingly, "It's okay. It's also good to move your muscles and bones, like Song Niangzi said, it can be faster if you have one more person to help, and everyone can rest earlier, right?"

"But Lord Wang, how can you do such a thing with your noble status?" Changfeng still disagreed.

He Yujin on the side frowned when he heard it, thinking that he was also a prince, although he couldn't be on an equal footing with Ji Changye, who was the regent, but he was also a noble status, how could Changfeng still let him help with peace of mind? Don't stop it?

"It's okay, you don't have to worry. Here, I don't have the identity of a prince, let alone that I took the initiative to help Song Niangzi." Ji Changye also looked at Song Qian when he spoke, and his eyes were very sincere.