In the book, the princess of the fallen country saved the country by eating melons

[The last time I celebrated Chinese New Year was at the border. It was bitterly cold there, and there weren’t so many silk decorations for the New Year.

All the soldiers just got together to have a reunion dinner, and the New Year was considered celebrated.

I don’t know how the soldiers will celebrate the New Year this year.]

Concubine Rong gently touched Mo Sheng's soft hair.

In fact, the New Year alone is not so lively, there is also the emperor's birthday festival.

Envoys from various countries would come to congratulate, and generals stationed at the border would also change their posts and return to Beijing to reunite with their families at this time.

This size is naturally grand.

Suddenly, she thought of something, and there was a hint of anticipation in her eyes.

"Sheng'er, have you prepared the gift for your father's birthday? The gift for your mother is already prepared."

When Mo Sheng heard this, he turned his head mechanically.

His face was expressionless, and his eyes were full of resentment.

[That's too much, mother. Will you die if you don't prick my heart for a day?

How come a 36c mouth always says 0c words?

"Mother, what have you prepared?"

Concubine Rong squatted down and looked at Mo Sheng at eye level, and spoke in a light tone.

"Don't tell you."

Mo Sheng: “…………”

[Hehehe~ What has changed my mother's personality? Why has her temper become more abnormal?]

Concubine Rong stood up and smiled slightly when she heard this.

Silly child, this is the joint effort of you and your third brother.

Not even one less.

Mo Sheng didn't care when she saw that her mother ignored her.

Let's turn to another issue.

[What gift should I give? It’s so difficult]

System: [My little master, didn’t you have a lot of business activities to give gifts for in your previous life?

Also, you must have a lot of birthday parties to attend. You have so much experience, but you still can't figure out what gift to give?]

Mo Sheng felt a little cold and turned back into the house.

[Xiao Ba, I had a whole team of secretaries in my previous life. If you need to give any gifts, just leave it to them. They will naturally help me prepare everything.

Not now.

Besides, even if I do have one, I have to prepare the gifts myself. The emperor is not my father in my previous life.

Just do it casually.]

Concubine Rong stood behind her, looking at her lovingly.

Her children are very cute except when they cause her trouble.

System: [What should I give to your father? Your father has everything.

Besides, all the gold, silver and treasures you have now were given to you by your father.]

Mo Sheng thought about it again and again. Her father was not short of money, but the national treasury was short of money.

How to make money to fill the national treasury was a headache for her father.

The milk tea recipe I gave out last time is definitely not enough.

What should we do?

We can only find new products, products that are related to people’s daily lives and can be used by both high-ranking officials and ordinary people.

Then the money will come quickly, right?

And everyone is willing.

Mo Sheng remembered that there was a company under the group he managed in his previous life that specialized in daily chemical products.

She thought carefully about the annual report submitted by the company.

I found that cleaning products are always the top-selling products.

Many cleaning products require chemical blending, which is definitely not possible under current conditions.

We can only start with the simplest one.

Mo Sheng's eyes lit up. It was time for her to give something to her father.

Soap.

It can be made into soap by simple derivatization.

The production of these two things does not bring huge profits.

But there is definitely no problem in maintaining the basic operation of Beiyun.

Besides, the Minister of Revenue is the biggest profiteer in Beiyun, and he will definitely maximize the profits of these things.

Mo Sheng made up his mind.

After making up her mind, she gave her father a recipe for making soap and some other things.

[Xiao Ba, I will write a recipe. You put it in a book and we will give it to Father.]

Xiao Ba didn't understand the purpose of his master doing this.

System: [Young Master, can't your father read minds? He won't say anything if you take it out, why bother with that?]

[He knew, but the court officials didn't, and it was annoying for the court officials to ask him.

To avoid subsequent troubles, it is better to just make a book for him.]

Xiao Ba suddenly understood.

It turned out to be the case.

Mo Sheng walked to her mini desk and slowly drew out the recipe.

That’s right, in order to prevent Mo Sheng from missing any classes, our Emperor asked the Shanggong Bureau to tailor-make a small table for her.

Ancient method of making soap.

1. Burn the shells and grind them into powder.

2. Wood ash (burn the straw into ash, boil it into pulp, and filter out the alkaline water with gauze)

3. Pour shell powder into alkaline water, stir evenly, filter again, and let it settle for later use.

4. Refining lard and cutting fat into pieces.

5. Coarse salt (crushed into fine salt)

6. Pour the alkaline water into the lard at room temperature and add fine salt.

7. Stir evenly (stir until it becomes a white paste)

8. Put it into a bamboo tube to cool and set.

9. After shaping, cut into pieces and air-dry for a month to allow for full saponification.

Note: You can also add various flowers or spices to make soap.

(This requires repeated trials to achieve the best balance)

Uses of this product: cleaning, decontamination, sterilization, lubrication, and antipruritic.

After Mo Sheng finished writing, he checked it carefully and looked at it with satisfaction.

[Xiao Ba, I've finished writing it. Please fix it.]

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ba glanced at Mo Sheng's handwriting with disdain.

This word is really hard to describe.

System: [My little master, your handwriting really looks like a ghost painting]

Mo Sheng: ………Her fame was ruined because of just a few words.

Besides, she is still a child, so it is normal that she can't write well.

She said confidently.

[Isn’t this more reason to prove that it is an ancient book?]

Xiaoba's furry face wrinkled.

Is she sure that her father can't recognize her handwriting?

Xiaoba inserted this thing into a reasonable book, and also inserted several derivatives that are consistent with its principle.

This also makes Mo Sheng's reason tenable.

System: [My little master, the book is complete for you.]

Mo Sheng went to find some rare treasures and packed them together with the books.

Liu Qile and a group of palace maids watched her busying around, feeling a little overwhelmed and wanted to go forward to help.

But Mo Sheng refused and insisted to come in person.

After Mo Sheng thought of a birthday gift for her father, she could finally have fun.

【What a ghost】

[It’s already the countdown to the New Year, why do I still need to study?]

Mo Sheng looked at Liu Qile eagerly.

"Sister Liu, take a rest."

Liu Qile looked at her pretending to be cute face and remained unmoved.

After facing Mo Sheng's face for a long time, she became immune to it.

"No, Your Highness. His Majesty said that you can't just play all day long."

Although Princess Zhaoyang was much weaker than a normal child, she was very smart.