"Jin'er, I like him, I don't see him for a day, I really envy you for not understanding this taste." Shen Youchu hugged Ji Jin's arm and smiled contentedly: "I also hope that you will never understand this kind of taste." ”

“……”

Ji Jin felt that Yu Chu seemed to have said something, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed like he hadn't said anything.

That's it.

"I don't know when Ning Gongzi will be free, I still want to ask him how to give words." Ji Jin thought of the six poems made by Ning Gongzi, and he couldn't help but feel excited.

Shen Youchu tilted his head and asked puzzledly, "Aren't poems and words almost the same?" ”

"It's different, poetry pays more attention to rhyme and style, but words can better express a person's emotions and experiences, and a person's poetic style can be imitated, but the style of words is like experience and mood, different people have different views and different expressions."

Mr. Xu called Ning Gongzi a poet immortal.

But she felt that Ning Gongzi was more like the dragon head in the word.

Poetry can be imitated, but the majestic and delicate and gentle brushstrokes are always unique.

"That's it...... There are so many exquisiteness in poetry...... I see......"

Ji Jin couldn't help but laugh when he saw that Shen Youchu still seemed to understand after listening to her.

"That's it, I won't tell you this, to put it bluntly, I want to ask Ning Gongzi for advice on how to accurately express my mind through lyrics."

"It's good to say it directly, why do you still have lyrics?" Shen Youchu's rhetorical question made Ji Jin's cheeks flush.

Why?

Ji Jin's eyebrows lowered, looking at her best friend in this life.

Probably so that he can express his yearning for the poet, and he doesn't want to lose the friend in front of him, so he can only place his affection in the poems.

"Sincerely, you have something on your mind."

"That's why I want to ask Ning Gongzi for advice and express my heartfelt lyrics."

"You can tell me, we're good friends, why do you just want to talk to him?"

“……”

Ji Jinxiu frowned slightly, and was about to explain, when Mei Xiang excitedly waved a jade plaque and rushed into the room.

"Miss, Ning Gongzi has sent a message and said, let you go to the Ping An Medical Center tomorrow morning to do a favor."

Shen Youchu didn't have time to be happy, and when he heard that he didn't go to see the perfume but to help, he was startled: "Help?" What trouble did Ning Gongzi have? Could it be that the Ye Liu family was provoked by Ning Gongzi because of the scandal, and they wanted to take revenge on Ning Gongzi? ”

"I know that the pair of dogs and men have bad stomachs, Juxiang! What's going on? ”

Ju Xiang flashed out, calmly glanced at the young lady who rolled up her sleeves and was eager to fight with the Ye Liu family, and spit out two words in her mouth.

"Lack of money."

"What?!"

"Ning Gongzi is short of money for making perfumes, and he wants to ask Miss for help, and Miss Ming has to bring more silver tickets."

Ju Xiang glanced at the elated Mei Xiang fiercely.

Let Miss find out that Ning Gongzi eats soft rice, is this something to be happy about?

In other words, she gave Ning Gongzi's guards a few silver tickets on the spot and sent them away, so as not to make Miss sad.

When Shen Youchu heard the news, he was really surprised.

Then, she slammed the table and laughed, "Ahhhhh Ning Gongzi was finally willing to ask me for money, which showed that he regarded me as his own! ”

“……”

“……”

Ju Xiang and Mei Xiang knew that their lover's eyes were shih h Tzu, but they didn't expect the young lady to be so irrational.

"Mei Xiang, why are you still stunned, go to the island and pack all the silver tickets, and send them to Ning Gongzi tomorrow morning!"

"But miss, what if Ning Gongzi didn't ask you for money?" Mei Xiang knew that this matter was so complicated, and she should have caught the black boy who was passing the word and asked him to say a few more words.

It's just the words "help tomorrow morning", so let her count the silver votes and count the night?

That's just the case.

"Whether it's or not, while Ning Gongzi doesn't regret it, go quickly."

Shen Youchu sent the reluctant Mei Xiang away, humming a small tune happily.

Suddenly realizing that there was another person present who also valued Ning Gongzi, and looked towards Ji Jin.

I saw Ji Jin standing on the spot as if he was petrified, his red lips were slightly open, and he hadn't closed them for a long time, obviously wanting to say something but being embarrassed to say it.

"Jin'er, you don't think that poets don't eat or drink like immortals, do you? Ning Gongzi asked me for money, and his status and image in your mind collapsed all of a sudden? ”

Ji Jin subconsciously nodded and shook his head, and said stiffly: "I said that I am only interested in the poems he made. ”

She was a little disappointed.

But it's not that I'm disappointed that Ning Wuxian can't deal with difficulties, in life, everyone has difficulties.

She was disappointed.

Ning Wuxian should have known that Youchu was very good to him, but he still had to take advantage of this and pretend to ask Youchu for money.

He didn't say anything, he just asked for help, but Youchu would never turn a blind eye to the help he offered.

"Youchu, tomorrow I will go with you to see Ning Wuxian, if he dares to bully you, even if he is a poet, I will ...... To ......"

Ji Jin was stuck all of a sudden.

Shen Youchu knew that she wasn't talking, but she didn't think about whether to beat or scold, and she also knew that Jin'er was worried that she would be deceived by a bad man, so she jumped up and hugged Ji Jin, and rubbed her chest with satisfaction.

"Jin'er, you are too good to me, don't worry, Ning Gongzi is measured, and he will only make an IOU if I give money, and then, when he can't afford it, I can just let him make a personal promise."

"You don't know, I've been waiting for this kind of opportunity."

Ji Jin saw that she was not joking, and suddenly felt a little sympathy for Ning Gongzi.

That's it.

She still has to think about it, see you tomorrow, how to talk to Ning Gongzi normally, don't be shy.

Early morning.

When the sunlight shone through the green and red peaches and turned into mottled highlights on Ning Wuxian's face, he opened his eyes and looked at the porcelain vase soaked in the bamboo tube first.

Intact.

Pull out the cork of the porcelain vase and sniff it.

The fragrance is a little stronger than last night, if it weren't for the fact that this bottle of perfume was made to taste more fragrant according to Shen Youchu's preferences, it would be available for takeaway at this time.

"Chrysanthemums and plum blossoms should still reduce the fragrance concentration and add less plant essential oils."

Ning Wuxian took the bamboo tube back to the room where the perfume was made, found a shady corner and placed it, and then changed the recipe recorded in the past two days.

The alcohol has already been prepared in the jar, and the amount is just enough to make a thousand bottles of perfume, and the plant essential oil extracts which kind of flowers depends on the next situation procurement.

The rest of the process is to mix them according to the successful proportioning method, then stir, rest, shake, and let stand again to achieve a certain clarity and richness, and then sell them.

"A porcelain bottle contains three taels of perfume, and I sell it for fifty taels of silver a bottle, no one has an opinion."

Since ancient times, it has been rare and expensive.

Those who control the means of production at the top have the right to set prices for the things they produce.

Ning Wuxian felt that at this price, he was still too kind to compare the peach blossom drunk of Ye's incense shop, one or two incense and one hundred taels of silver.

No way, who calls him a businessman of conscience.

Assign the things that need to be done in each process, and leave the scale of deployment to yourself.

The next step is to raise funds to buy various raw materials and officially put them into production.

"Xiao Yunfei, did you deliver the letter you sent last night?"

Ning Wuxian opened the door, seeing that the sun was rising, Shen Youchu had not yet come, and he couldn't help but be anxious about today's production plan.

Yun Fei saw that his son, who had no skin and no face, was still urging him, and pursed his mouth, "Send it." ”

As for whether he would come, Yun Fei didn't force it at the time, for the sake of Childe's future, he hoped that Miss Shen could help, but he didn't want Miss Shen to give Childe money.

When he was in a dilemma, the sound of horses' hooves sounded.

A carriage with two horses coming from the opposite direction of the island in the middle of the lake.

Before he could stop, the curtain of the car was opened, and a pink figure jumped down, picked up his skirt and ran towards Ning Wuxian.

"Young Master Ning, come and take a look at these silver tickets I brought!"