Honghui is reborn in Legend of Zhen Huan, I will protect my mother

When I opened it, I found that it was indeed soap, but the soap was a little yellow and looked more like soap from later generations.

Honghui leaned over and smelled it: "It smells so good, did Uncle Jiu put flower juice in it?"

Yinzhen nodded and explained, "When brewing, I added a little jasmine juice. Jasmine is elegant and rich. This soap is not like the tribute. It is pure white and fragrant."

Honghui had never seen with his own eyes the soap that the West presented to the Imperial Palace as tribute, but he had seen soap made in later generations. He thought that the soap of today must be very different from that of later generations.

He twisted it with his hands, asked someone to fetch a basin of water, and tried it himself.

"The foam is fine and the cleaning power is good. There will be a lingering fragrance on your hands after washing. Even if it is not as good as the tribute, it is much better than the bath beans and soaps we use now! Uncle Jiu, why not add a little milk, will it make it whiter? And besides lard, you can try other fats."

Yinzhen also tried it, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "You are right. Uncle Jiu will ask the craftsmen to try it more. If our soap can catch up with the tribute, let's see what the missionaries have to say."

In fact, the soap can be sold now, but he is a little unwilling to accept it. Why should the Qing Dynasty lag behind the West? And the cost of this soap is not high, it is not worthy of the name of tribute. The West uses it as a tribute, which is fooling the emperor and the entire Qing Dynasty!

The more Yinzhen saw, the heavier his mood became. Just like soap, it was so mysterious. He didn't know what tricks the Westerners were playing now?

He walked out of the Fourth Prince's Mansion with heavy steps, rode his horse back to his own mansion, but he did not notice that a doorman from the Eighth Prince's Mansion, not far away from him, came out to peek.

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Front yard study.

Yinzhen was absent-mindedly flipping through official documents when he heard Su Peisheng come in and report that the eldest prince had arrived.

He put down the document in his hand and said loudly: "Let him in."

Honghui greeted his father as usual, then stood up and waited for his father to ask questions.

"Has your uncle returned?"

"My dear father, Uncle Nine left his son's study half a quarter of an hour ago, and he is estimated to have left the house by now. He asked his son to come and say goodbye to you..."

Yinzhen snorted coldly, his words seemed to carry a sting: "It sounds nice, but he just doesn't take me, his brother, seriously! Honghui, you can just have a normal relationship with your uncle, but you must not learn his nonsense!"

"..." Honghui did not make excuses for Uncle Jiu. After all, this was the fact.

"Okay, let's not talk about him anymore! What's the important matter that your uncle came here for today?" The eldest son is still young, what if he was deceived by the eighth and ninth uncles? Thinking of this, Yinzhen couldn't help but ask.

Ama's worrying nature is still the same as always! Honghui walked forward and placed a small square box on the desk.

"This is the soap developed by Uncle Jiu. He gave one to his son to try. Father, you can take a look at it too. It is much better than the soap and bath beans we have nowadays."

Yinzhen was puzzled for a moment, tried it once and gave up. He didn't need to worry about the ninth brother's business!

"That's not bad. Your uncle Jiu has some good points..." But the soap business cannot be managed by Lao Jiu alone. If he doesn't pay a little bit to the emperor, he will be punished!

Yinzhen did not say the rest of the words. There were some things he could say in front of his eldest son, but there were some things he could not! He knew that his eldest son could understand them, but he did not want to damage the dignity of himself and his father in his eldest son's heart.

However, Lao Jiu's incident was a perfect shield. With the soap in front, the honeycomb coal looked inconspicuous.

Thinking of this, Yinzhen came up with an idea.

"Honghui, my father wants to let you, the emperor, take care of the honeycomb briquettes. Our family doesn't do honeycomb briquettes business. Do you have any objection?"

"Father, you have the final say. I have no objection." Honghui fully agreed with his father's decision. The process of deposing the crown prince hasn't even begun. The Fourth Prince's Mansion can't stand the turmoil, nor can it withstand too much glory.

He took out the banknotes from his purse and said, "Father, these two thousand taels of banknotes are given to you by your son as a filial gift..."

Yinzhen interrupted his eldest son and said, "No need, just ask your mother to keep it. I don't need your little money. I appreciate your kindness!"

All right! If you don't want it, then don't do it!

Honghui quietly put the two thousand taels of silver note into his pocket and returned to Haitangyuan, giving his mother a little surprise.

A month and a half later, a new shop called Yurongchun opened in the capital. This shop specialized in selling all kinds of soaps, including rose soap, jasmine soap, lily soap, etc. There were also soaps with a mixture of various floral scents, which gave the well-informed people in the capital a great shock.

Among them, the Yurong soap made with milk and some medicinal herbs is the most famous, and even a poem about it has been passed down.

"The delicate skin glows like jade and is as white as ice and snow!" This is what the Jade Face Soap is all about.

Yurong Soap is hard to come by. The dignitaries in Beijing are all eager to buy it, and they are willing to pay high prices to buy it. However, the shopkeeper of Yurongchun did not give face to any dignitaries, and only said, "Yurong Soap is still being produced. Please wait."

Although the shopkeeper of Yurongchun was so ungrateful, the powerful people in the capital did not dare to act presumptuously, because they knew that the boss behind Yurongchun was the current Ninth Prince!

The Ninth Prince is the youngest son of the favorite concubine, and the Eighth Prince and the Tenth Prince are standing behind him. Others cannot afford to offend them easily. Even the mother's family of the current crown prince, Hesheli, dare not be too rampant, because the Ninth Prince is fearless and he really dares to overturn the table.

There is no Yurongzao anywhere else, but it can be found in Haitangyuan!

On the eve of the Golden Award Festival, Uncle Jiu sent six pieces of Yurong soap and a dozen pieces of colorful flower soaps. Only after the Golden Award Festival did Yurongchun start selling soaps.

At the gold award ceremony, Uncle Jiu brought a box of soaps of all kinds to Huang Mafa, and Honghui was also present at the banquet.

He watched as Huang Mafa and Uncle Jiu sang the same tune. It was just a gold award banquet that promoted the soap highly, and then there came the scene of Yurongchun soap being in high demand.

He is truly worthy of being Uncle Nine, and he lives up to the title of "God of Wealth of the Qing Dynasty"! His business skills are amazing to Honghui.

I just don't know why the emperor agreed to help Uncle Jiu set up the stage? Did Uncle Jiu give him a lot of share like last time?

Later, Honghui found out that Uncle Jiu gave 70% of the profits to Huang Mafa and only kept 30% for himself.

No wonder! No wonder the Emperor didn't reprimand Uncle Nine for competing with the people for profit!