I played as an assistant in ancient times

Shen Xiaoye made small talk: "Aunt, after we pick all the red flowers on the slope, there won't be enough to dye the cloth. What should we do?"

"You often say that the safflower has a flowering period of nearly a month, and there are still many buds below. We can pick another batch in a few days. If you want sumac now, talk to the Taoist priest and ask him to deliver it.

At worst, there are still flowers in the east courtyard that have not been picked yet." Huang continued to squeeze the juice without raising her head. She calculated that yesterday, a total of more than 20 families sent cloth for dyeing, adding up to more than 300 feet, which could earn 1,600 copper coins.

Adding the 150 from Liao and the 200 from Cui, they can earn 1,950 coins in just over ten days.

A strong laborer could only earn about 40 copper coins a day doing odd jobs. If the family could continue to have someone else dye the clothes for her, she and her three children could earn almost 4,000 coins a month, which was great.

However, Shen Xiaoye didn't know what her aunt was thinking. She squatted beside her and muttered, "This batch of sumac is really a good deal. My aunt doesn't have to risk cutting her hands. She just needs to cook it at home."

Huang looked up at her and said, "Don't you need money? Your uncle has to work as a escort for half a year to buy back 300 kilograms of Su wood that he has never seen before.

You can use the madder you grow, or go around the mountains to look for it, and the cost is basically negligible."

Shen Xiaoye turned around and sat back on the bench to argue: "Our own labor costs are also money. In the morning, in order to pick the dewy flowers in time, didn't you have to ask our relatives for help? They don't want wages, but our help in dyeing the shoe upper cloth is also a favor, right?

A foot of woolen blue shoe upper cloth dyed in the county cloth shop sells for three cents of silver, thirty cents, aunt."

"He earns thirty cents?" Huang grabbed another cloth bag of squeezing juice.

Shen Xiaoye: "That's not possible." She paused, and suddenly thought: "The young master of Yueji Cloth Shop seems to be a classmate of my fourth uncle. Do you think we can consign the dyed cloth to him for sale?"

Seeing that her aunt ignored her, she felt a little sullen and even felt the bench prick her butt when she sat down.

Huang smiled secretly, still busy with the work in her hands without saying a word. The little girl wrote a lot of words last night and copied two books without feeling tired at all.

Brother Geng would try to avoid being lazy whenever possible, but this girl is the opposite. You can't sit still, and sometimes she can just sit there and stare blankly.

After a while, she propped up her chin with her left hand, then used her right hand to look up at the sky, and then she said compassionately, "Your fourth uncle carved it. Oh, prepare the template."

"Okay, okay, I seemed to have forgotten some steps and actually overlooked the printing tools." Shen Xiaoye jumped up and ran towards the west wing.

The little black cat watched her go into Shen Changsui's room and look for something. "What are you looking for? I'm the best at finding things."

"You haven't seen it." Shen Xiaoye remembered that his uncle put it in the cabinet.

The little black cat jumped and said, "You don't know the kindness of a good cat.

Shen Xiaoye, you made a lot of money last night, can you really make back the money?"

Shen Xiaoye found the printing and dyeing patterns in the long bedding cabinet. She carefully opened the layers of cloth and said, "Those are called Shuhong and Huahuang, and they are pigments for painting.

If Taoist Master Hengxi takes it, he will probably be able to sell it."

Little Black Cat had a question: "Sell it to a monk?"

“Monks are wealthy, their incense is popular, and they are willing to make exquisite portraits.

Every year, many people bring back countless Buddha statues or Guanyin statues from Lingshan Temple.

All these portraits require paint." Shen Xiaoye checked the template and prepared to close the cabinet and leave.

Little Black Cat had something else to say, "If a monk can sell it, so can a Taoist priest. Why doesn't he buy it for the Taoist temple?"

Shen Xiaoye sincerely praised, "Good question! You should know that Taoist priests like to make elixirs, right?

Some of the things that are circulating in the world and used by people were accidentally made by them when they were making elixirs.

For example, mercury, lime, pigment, tofu, etc. "She felt that the little guy's brain was much better than that of a child of a few years old, and he would definitely understand, "The Taoist priest said that his Taixu Temple has always been planting medicinal herbs, and most of the disciples in the temple study medical theory and like to develop new drugs.

What does this mean? It means that they are good at hands-on work and can refine pigments by themselves.”

The little black cat stood up and asked, "Is that so?"

Shen Xiaoye was very sure: "That's right."

"What if the monk can also make elixirs?" The little black cat made a critical response.

Shen Xiaoye stood in front of the counter, thought for three seconds and then said, "They are too busy and have no time to make pills."

From what she had heard from others, Lingshan Temple was often visited by scholars and writers, wealthy officials and people stayed for a while, and ordinary people came to make wishes, and all of these people needed to be received.

If there are those who need to be liberated, the temple receptionist will lead a team to go there.

The only one in the temple who knew medical skills and was willing to go out to provide medical treatment was Master Jie Chen. As for other masters, she had never heard of them or seen them because she had never been inside the temple.

Before leaving the room, Shen Xiaoye said, "I'll take you there some other day, and you'll know."

"Originally I had a chance to go, but you got up a quarter of an hour late, so Shen Changsui didn't have the chance to take me there." The little black cat complained. It also wanted to go to the so-called sacred mountain to see if it was effective.

Shen Xiaoye retorted: "I didn't get up late, it was my uncle's first day of teaching, so he got up a quarter of an hour earlier.

Besides, you didn’t say you were going, and when your uncle came back from teaching for breakfast, you were taking a nap.”

The little black cat was speechless. It turned its butt to show her, muttering, "Is Lingshan fun? After the worship, can I feel the mystery of the flesh?"

However, it did not know that Shen Changsui and Shen Cungeng went into the back mountain from the small mountain path of Lingshan Temple to collect herbs, and did not go directly through the temple gate.

When he saw a large field of woad, he didn't even bother to appreciate the beautiful scenery of the mountain temple, but rushed in to start digging.

The entire body of woad can be used as raw material for making indigo, and is worth ten copper coins.

When Master Jiechen and Taoist Priest Hengxi arrived, they found that the uncle and nephew of the Shen family had dug up a cartload of grass.

"Friend Shen, there's no need to be so huge this time, right?

If you don’t build a tank right away, they will dry up.” Taoist Master Hengxi said slowly and had no intention of persuading people to leave.

When Shen Changsui saw Jie Chen, he felt embarrassed to continue digging, but he did not ask his nephew to stop. After all, they had paid two shares of the money, and after collecting the undyed cloth, they could simply prepare it and sell it to the clinic.

Hengxi saw it clearly, and Jiechen knew it even better, but he did not point it out. Instead, he said, "Donor Shen, someone is looking for you."

"Come here to find me?" Shen Changsui was quite puzzled. Who would have known that he would come here specifically to look for me?

Following the two men to the backyard of the temple, he saw Mr. Pan sitting in the pavilion. He hurriedly stepped forward and saluted as a disciple, "I didn't know you were here, I am sorry for being so inconsiderate."

"Haha, come and help me make tea." Mr. Pan said with a smile, "I was going to send ten men to Jiuli Village to look for you, but I heard that you were in this mountain."

He looked at the two people beside him again, "Do you two masters have time to drink together?"

"It's a pity to waste sir's good tea. We still have to make ointment for the abbot." Taoist Master Hengxi likes wine, and Jiechen is no less fond of it. The two of them retreated quickly, with extremely fast steps.

Shen Changsui went over to add charcoal to the red clay stove and said, "Sir, if you have anything to tell me, I will do my best to help you."