At Aunt Brown's request, a complex mixer with ten agitators was born, the "linkage agitator", which allowed Aunt Brown to rotate all ten agitators at the same time by simply shaking a rope-driven crank wheel on the device.

Aunt Brown was pleased, and she begged Jialan to add a larger potion crucible, so that she could make more ointment at once, and even the work of shaking the rocker wheel was given to poor old Brown by Aunt Brown, and she herself only had to take care of the heat.

It was just a simple tool change, but the output of "Remley's Potion Workshop", a small family-style potion workshop, suddenly increased several times.

Ten hot stoves filled almost the entire courtyard, and the overflowing heat almost set the wooden huts in the small courtyard on fire, and the ground that was originally a little damp was now not damp at all, but cracked.

It was not yet summer, but old Lem was shirtless early, desperately pouring cold water like an old dog that was struggling to breathe.

Aunt Brown, dressed with flax shoulders that exposed her chubby arms with white flowers, walked around the hot stoves, then poured a spoonful of cold water over her head from the small pool in the courtyard, and then inspected her territory in high spirits.

Ten oversized potion crucibles that can hold 25 kilograms of ointment can produce 2,500 bottles of [microviolet cream] per hour, and six batches a day are a full 15,000 bottles.

The old dwarf Justin had now closed his pottery shop, sending four of his men to the courtyard to help, while he himself squatted in the pottery workshop, urging them to hurry up and fire the small clay vases used to hold the ointment.

The buying and selling of 15,000 small pottery vases a day is definitely a big business, although the unit price of each pottery vase has dropped again and again, from the original one copper dan to the current copper dan five, but there are also 30 gold talan transactions in a day.

With that pottery shop, can you have such a high turnover in a day?

Didn't you?

So why do you still open a pottery shop?

Old Justin now only hoped that the trade would last long, although 20 of the 30 gold talans he earned a day would have to be delivered to a dozen or so pottery workshops, and the rest would be used to order crates from the carpentry shop, pay for the carriage shop, and so on.

However, with an income of no less than 10 quintalan a day, old Justin and his four men gave up the pottery shop, signed a contract, and joined the "Remley Apothecary" as the head of purchasing and sales.

The Brown family's "Lymley's Apothecary Workshop" has expanded many times in just seven days, although the production of potions is still in this small courtyard, but the courtyards of several neighbors around have been rented by Aunt Brown as warehouses.

In the surrounding courtyards, the wooden boxes of 100 bottles and boxes of potions piled up have almost all been stacked beyond the courtyard walls, and the owners of these courtyards have also been hired by Aunt Brown to sign a confidentiality contract and use them as workers in various processes, such as porters.

Jialan is basically no longer in charge of the affairs of "Remley's Apothecary", except for the sixteen hours of sleep every day, the remaining eight hours are mostly used for meditation, and the change between the seven days in the small courtyard of the Brown family made him realize that this change actually came from his own "whims" of "creativity".

With the mental power restored by a long sleep, he has the ability to start meditating, slowly shortening the duration of sleep, and while meditating, he also gradually begins to learn and master the "legacy" left by that exotic "friend".

Although I don't know whether the huge and vast exotic knowledge system left by the exotic soul of the Dao is some kind of intentional "conspiracy" or just a kind of "gift", in short, Jialan found that her behavior has been unconsciously affected by the exotic soul and has begun to undergo some kind of unpredictable mutation.

However, Jialan could not stop this mutation, because the vast and vast foreign knowledge system was like a double poisonous wine, and the strong temptation/temptation it produced on him was not at all something that he, a [polymath] with an obsessive desire for unknown knowledge, could resist.

He was like a thirsty traveler in the desert, knowing that this cup of wine contained poison, but he couldn't help but want to drink it.

The foreign knowledge that was completely different from the arcane knowledge he had mastered was called "science" by the foreign friend who had annihilated himself, and gradually began to slowly infect his own soul and memory as he analyzed it slightly.

The process of this infection was very slow, but Jia Lan was very frightened to wonder if the foreign soul was planning to use this method to expel his soul and achieve the purpose of resurrection.

For a spellcaster, the unknown does not mean "fear", on the contrary, the unknown symbolizes "temptation/bewilderment".

Jialan felt that since he couldn't resist this temptation, he could only delay the speed of infection and mutation as much as possible when he figured out whether the alien knowledge system was harmful to him.

It's a pity that even though he tries to restrain himself from analyzing the exotic knowledge, his uncontrolled mind often unconsciously comes up with all sorts of strange thoughts and ideas, such as the simple production tools he designed and manufactured these days.

Jialan knew very well that those tools were just the simplest and crudest things in the foreign knowledge system in his mind, and they were not even the so-called "science" of foreign knowledge at all.

However, just such a small slight change in the processing tool and production process has subverted the pharmaceutical configuration mode known to Jialan, which is so terrifying that Jialan can't even imagine what kind of terrifying changes it will cause to this world if the complete so-called "technology" appears in this world!

Although he had let go of the management of "Remley's Potion Workshop", put himself in a bystander perspective, and even deliberately stopped putting into practice the various ideas that appeared in his mind, the development of things still began to tilt in a direction that he could not predict!

He felt as if he had unleashed an incredible exotic devil, which was frantically devouring the original "laws" of this world and strengthening himself.