The whole village is suffering from tuberculosis, but I have 10,000 acres of top-quality medicinal f

"You are getting bolder and bolder. Stay and reflect. I will let you out when I get home tomorrow morning."

"Mom! Don't leave! Please, give it back to me, please..."

The girl slapped the door panel and cried sadly, but she still couldn't get back any sympathy from the other party.

It was completely dark, and there wasn't even an oil lamp lit in the main room.

Ning Xiaomei slowly squatted down, curled up, and hugged herself tightly.

The scent of camellia still lingered on her fingertips, lingering for a long time, the last comfort in this lonely night.

I don’t know how long it took, but a gentle call suddenly came from my ears.

"Ning Xiaomei, Xiaomei."

She opened her eyes in a daze, and through the crack in the door, she saw a face with a faint silvery white reflection.

The rain has stopped, and the moon has climbed up, spreading the afterglow all over the ground.

The man's honest face was full of anxiety and worry.

When she realized who the other party was, Ning Xiaomei suddenly woke up with a fright.

"Brother Aniu? Why are you here?! You, why are you at my house..."

A Niu didn't explain, or couldn't explain, he just stuttered and asked: "Are you hungry?"

"...not hungry."

"Is it cold? I'll give you some..."

There was no way to tuck in the quilt, and he slumped his shoulders in frustration.

No one spoke, and the atmosphere suddenly became silent. Just when Ning Xiaomei thought that the other party had left, something with a green light was handed through the crack in the door.

She was stunned, stretched out her hand blankly, and took the small porcelain jar.

The body of the can still carries the man's body temperature, and it is still a little warm when rubbed against the cold palms.

"This is...this is my share. I can't use it, so...so I give it to you."

Aniu racked his brains to think of reasons, fearing that the girl would refuse.

"I, I don't like the smell, I can't keep it at home, you, you..."

"Thank you." Ning Xiaomei interrupted the man's clumsy words, laughed with tears in her eyes, and thanked her softly.

"No, no, it's okay...I, I..."

As he spoke, A Niu was at a loss for words again. He was about to run away when he heard a soft voice: "Brother A Niu, can you chat with me for a while?"

"Okay, okay!"

A locked door, two young men and women.

Under the pale moonlight, they told each other the few interesting things in their lives.

At this moment, they all silently hoped that the night would be longer.

I was so busy that the moon hung high in the sky, and I finally sorted out the remaining things.

The utility room was occupied by Azhi, and the room where he lived was not allowed to put it there. He burned a charcoal brazier, and the hydrosol would easily deteriorate if it was too warm.

So they all were tightly sealed and placed behind the firewood pile, and some hay was pulled out to cover them.

Other things are more casual, as long as they are clean.

Duan Qingqiu took inventory and found that there were four barrels of hydrosol left. One barrel was used today and about one or two hundred jars were made, so the remaining jars should be enough.

She plans to sell it first, and then mix and fill it after the sales are almost complete.

I still have to mainly eat roasted pears and two other medicinal foods. The facial cream is just incidental, not urgent.

She even thought that if the sales were not very good, she would wait until the Chinese New Year to find time to make all the rest. After spring came, she would find some rouge and gouache shops to sell on consignment.

It's not that I don't have confidence in the cream I make, but for people of this dynasty, medicated diet and cosmeceuticals are two different things. If they are sold together, they may be a bit incompetent.

Preparing for the worst in everything is also one of her life philosophies.

After washing his hands and face with hot water, Duan Qingqiu took out a bottle, applied it carefully, smelled the scent of camellia in the air, and squinted his eyes comfortably.

After enjoying it for a while, she dug out two more cans.

First, I went to Xiaodong's room to give him a can and told him that it was tasteless and he could use it without any worries.

The younger brother opened his mouth, his face full of grievance: "Sister, you are too bad for not telling me earlier." Then he muttered in a low voice, "Actually, it can have a bit of flavor, as long as it doesn't smell like flowers."

"You are so beautiful that you want me to make a special order for you!"

She hit her brother on the forehead and ran away feeling a little guilty.

After walking out of the door, I walked to the utility room.

He knocked on the door, took out another can and threw it in.

Ah Zhi raised his hand to take it, pursed his lips, and was about to say something, but heard the other party lower his voice and said: "Don't let that guy Xiaodong know, this spice is precious, I only bought a little bit, he is a child." I don't know anything about my family and am used to joining in the fun. If he finds out and takes it away, I won't care."

After the figure left, he opened the lid, and a long-lost scent of incense came to him.

Ah Zhi narrowed his eyes, and a voice vaguely floated in his mind.

"This is the incense of agarwood. It can calm the mind and promote qi. You have to learn to get used to it."

He scraped a little and applied it on his hands, and was immediately surrounded by the light fragrance. He felt that the impetuousness in his heart seemed to have really calmed down a lot.

With this aroma, I fell into a good sleep.

The next day, the sky cleared up and people who had been bored at home all day came out for a walk early.

The gourmets came to buy roasted pears as usual and found a row of small porcelain jars placed in front of Duan Qingqiu's car, and they all looked curious.

But since there were several flowers painted on the jar, the elders consciously did not ask any more questions.

So after the morning market, I couldn't sell a single can.

Yuqin and Xiaodong were a little anxious, but Duan Qingqiu was still there, comforting them and saying that when the sun rises and the ladies and ladies come to shop, the sales will officially start.

Sure enough, at the end of the morning, a group of women stepped forward.

There were cousins ​​who introduced us, there were also people who exchanged handkerchiefs and made appointments to drink Yuzhu soup, and there were also young women who brought their younger members of the family...

Women these days give birth early. She is about thirty years old, and her daughter is already twelve or thirteen years old. They are well-maintained by wealthy people, and they look like sisters when they stand together.

When I met someone with a kind-hearted personality, he didn't show off any airs of elders. He talked and laughed with the little girls, and was very playful both inside and outside of his words.

After paying for the pear soup, a gentle-looking woman pointed at the row of small porcelain jars and asked, "What are these?"

Duan Qingqiu saw that the crowd had almost gathered, and everyone was chattering. He was not in a hurry to leave, so he picked up a jar, opened it directly, and introduced with a smile: "This is a new product launched by my family, flower dew cream."

"Flower dew? Flower dew?"

"Frost? Is it smeared on your face?"

Questions were asked one after another. Duan Qingqiu motioned for everyone to stretch out their hands, and then used a bamboo piece to scoop out the milky white paste, leaving a bean-sized dot on the back of each person's hand in turn.

This alone is enough to amaze everyone.

"smell good!"

"It smells better than the powder I use!"

“It’s so fragrant and you won’t feel tired after smelling it!”

It seems that women of all ages cannot resist the high-end fragrance of camellia.