After dressing as a widow

If there was anything Lin Zhen couldn't get used to here, it was taking a shower and going to the toilet.

The former is too troublesome, and he has to boil water, and there is no convenient container. It has been more than a year, and he still uses a basin or a wooden bucket, and has never soaked in the bath once.

the latter……

Forget it.

The power of dry toilets is beyond what ordinary people can imagine. Lin Zhen mustered up his courage every time he went to use it.

He closed the door of the main room in the middle, found a set of clean clothes and trousers from the cabinet, and neatly threw the sweat-stained and sticky clothes into the basket of dirty clothes, twisted the handkerchief and wiped it several times face, and covered his face with a veil emitting a little heat.

"Well... so comfortable..."

Lin Zhen sat on a short stool, tilting his head up in enjoyment.

Without the cover of the coarse cloth clothes, his white skin was exposed.

With a slender neck and a thin back, the chest protrudes forward because of the leaning back, and the waist, abdomen and buttocks are concaved into a curved bow.

The little heat on the veil had almost dissipated, so he took it off and put it in the mixed water, and lazily turned around on the stool, revealing a fleshy and round tun that didn't match his thin waist and back. ...

After taking a bath for half an hour, Lin Zhen felt clean after rubbing until his skin was red. After changing his clothes, he came out and washed his hair with the rest of the water. Gu Shuanzi asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Gu Shuanzi looked at him, frowning slightly: "Uncle Lin, your hair is still wet."

"Just let it dry." Lin Zhen had just poured out the bath water just now. At this moment, his whole body was refreshed, as if he had lost more than ten catties.

He fiddled with his hair, "I saw some flour when I boiled the water just now, let's cook a bowl of noodles, cooking takes too much time."

"By the way, where are the pillars and stones? Why didn't you see them?" Lin Zhen shook his head because his hair was really thick, thinking that if it grows longer, it will be even more difficult to take care of, and it would be better to cut it shorter.

Just don't let Lin Xiaoyao and the others see it, otherwise you will definitely talk about the importance of your hair, and your body, hair and skin are dependent on your parents, and they must not be damaged.

Gu Shuanzi said: "The pillar is in the house, and he never came out except for breakfast in the morning. Shishi just ran around the yard a few times and said he was going to sleep."

After hearing what he said, Lin Zhen frowned. Although he was busy these days, he had been paying attention to Lin Zhuzi, and felt that it was not good for Lin Zhuzi to continue like this.

Lin Zhen turned around to take a look, but Gu Shuanzi stopped him: "You should sit still."

"Zhu Ziyuan felt sorry for you, the better you treat him, the more restless he will be."

"..." I have to admit that what Gu Shuanzi said is correct. For a sensitive person like Lin Zhuzi, going by himself at this time would be like adding to his burden.

He said to Gu Shuanzi: "You are about the same age, talk to him more when playing with him, don't let him get stuck in it all the time."

"I will."

After all the things in hand were done, Lin Zhen was free, just waiting for news from Lin Xiaoyao.

In the evening, wearing the clothes he just changed after taking a shower today, he lay down on the bed and sorted things out from the beginning.

Malatang, Malatang mixed noodles, and cold noodles are to be made. Originally, he wanted to think about two similar foods, but for the business of adding milk tea, these three are almost enough, and he can't chew too much.

Malatang, Malatang mixed noodles and cold noodles can be made by Xiaoyao with children. The original sour plum soup is also no problem, just boil it in advance and scoop it out.

Only milk tea requires him to do it himself.

"Hmm..." Lin Zhen turned over, looked at the roof, and wondered how to sell milk tea.

According to his previous thinking, milk tea should be a higher-end product than Malatang, not only the packaging must keep up, but also the way of selling it.

But the cost of using porcelain is too high, and there are no cheap alternatives such as glass and plastic...

The weather started to heat up. At night, if you don't open the windows, it's hot and sweaty, but when you open the windows, there are moths, insects and ants, which is even more unbearable for Lin Zhen.

The two legs that had slipped out of the trouser legs had just been put on the bed for a while, and they were warmed by the bed. Lin Zhen, who couldn't figure it out, changed his legs to a place that was not warmed by his body heat, thinking, someday. See if there is a bamboo mat, it must be cooler than a bed made of cloth.

!!!

Bamboo mat.

bamboo.

Lin Zhen suddenly got up from the bed and sat cross-legged on the bed. How could he have forgotten the bamboo he had used for so long. Bamboo tubes are good natural things to hold things. If they are used to hold milk tea, they should be finely made.

And if bamboo tubes are used, the sales method can also be solved, blind box.

When making bamboo tubes, leave a section under the nodes, and put something that will arouse everyone's interest, not only delicious, but also fun.

The more Lin Zhen thought about it, the more thoughts came to his mind, so he simply sat up and took out his own booklet, and sketched on it.

Soon, a three-dimensional bamboo tube appeared on the top. According to Lin Zhen's design, the upper half of the bamboo tube for milk tea does not need to be too high.

Then came the design on the bamboo tube. Lin Zhen unconsciously squeezed the charcoal pencil in his hand, and finally decided on two styles.

One is a bamboo cup with plum blossoms engraved with a specific image of plum blossoms in a few strokes, and the other is engraved with several swords and the back of a person who is only a little better than a stickman.

Lin Zhen plans to come up with a complete set. The blind box of the Plum Blossom Cup is made up of fragments of stories related to plum blossoms, and the Sword Cup is a fragment of a story suitable for men to read.

People who buy milk tea will randomly get fragments of these two stories. As for whether these fragments are repeated, it all depends on luck, and if you collect all ten cups, you can exchange for a cup of milk tea.

Lin Zhen looked at the gradually perfected plan in the pamphlet, and couldn't help but pat himself on the head. After selling mala tang for more than a year, he almost forgot that he was also a person who had received many years of cultural education.

However, such over-packaged milk tea has naturally gone far away from most people, and has completely become the hands of the high-consumer crowd in the town.

In this era, there are not many people who can afford to read and read, and most of them are children of rich families.

Once things are figured out, the rest will go much smoother. Lin Zhen listed the things to do in the next few days.

Once I went to Shi Niangzi in Wayao Village to order a batch of bamboo cups that met my requirements, and took them to Carpenter Ma to see if he could make the shape I wanted. If he couldn't, I would come to the town to find a craftsman again.

The second is to write out the two stories of making blind boxes. It doesn't need to be finished, just have an attractive beginning.

The third is to find someone to copy two stories. Since milk tea cups are relatively expensive items, the unit price is expensive, and there will not be too many people who buy them, so there is no need to copy too many copies. Dozens of copies are enough.His chicken feet must be bad, he even thinks it's ugly.

Just finished working today, and only took a break for a few hours, Lin Zhen found a lot of things to do for himself. Although he could get by at a little bit, he still likes to toss about.

When I am old, I want to toss and toss, but I can't toss and toss, so I will do more toss and toss now.

In the next few days, Lin Zhen and Lin Xiaoyao were so busy that they didn’t even touch the ground. The goat’s milk had already been ordered. Due to the long distance, it was difficult to deliver. Depending on the sales volume of milk tea, decide on the time and amount of milk delivery as appropriate.

Then Lin Zhen made a special trip to Shi Niangzi's house in Wayao Village, and asked his couple to cut the bamboo tubes into the shape they wanted and transport them to Carpenter Ma.

Carpenter Ma also looked at Lin Zhen's drawings, and after listening to his description, he said: "It can be done, as long as you scrape off a layer of green skin on the bamboo tube, and bake it on the fire for a while, it will have a good effect. "

Then he said: "The picture you drew is not difficult, it doesn't waste effort."

However, it is difficult to place the small paper rolls in the blind box under the bamboo cup. If you seal it, you can only use thin wood or bamboo slices, but that is not conducive to opening, and it is not convenient at all.

In the end, Lin Zhen scratched his head, and simply used oiled paper, ginger oiled paper, cut it into just the right shape, and pasted it on the bottom, but this is a job that requires careful work, and the sticking is crooked and unsightly.

There is also the matter of transcribing stories.

Wearing an apron, Lin Zhen boiled the water and sugar completely in the stove, then poured in the cassava flour that he bought a few days ago, and poured it out until it was almost stirred, and said to Lin Xiaoyao next to him, "Rub it while it's hot. Little Maruko, as big as the tip of your little finger will do."

When Lin Xiaoyao heard the words, he acted immediately, and Gu Shuanzi, Lin Zhuzi, and Lin Shitou also surrounded him to help.

Under the eaves, Mrs. Chen, who was pasting oil paper, saw that they were so busy, and said, "Brother Lin, why don't I come over and rub it with you."

"You don't need auntie, just keep busy with the work at hand," Lin Zhen said in a hearty voice, his palms were slightly red from being burned by the meatballs, "Xiao Yan hasn't come yet?"

"Not yet—" Mrs. Chen was about to speak when she saw Zhong Yan coming in with a stack of papers, and immediately said to Lin Zhen, "Here we are."

Lin Zhen, who was rubbing pearls, heard that Zhong Yan was coming, even put down the ball in his hand, and walked out quickly.

Zhong Yan, who had been walking under the sun for a while, although his face was sweating, still looked indifferent to everything, he nodded to Lin Zhen: "Uncle Lin, the other two classmates copied "Mei Niang" and " Immortal Journey has been brought."

That's right, Lin Zhen suppressed those two stories, the one with the plum blossom cup is called "Mei Niang", and the one with the sword cup is called "Xiantu".

After writing the story, he thought for a while, and took this job to find Zhong Yan. Zhong Yan was already a scholar, and copying the story was no problem.

And Lin Zhen still remembers now that Zhong Yan heard about his intentions and agreed to transcribe and get the expressions of the two short stories.

A rare trace of doubt appeared in those indifferent eyes, the story is a good one, why is it written so...roughly...

Looking at his expression, Lin Zhen rubbed his nose. He was studying vernacular Chinese and couldn't hold back classical Chinese. In the eyes of Zhong Yan, a 12-year-old genius who passed the examination as a scholar, it was rough.

Then Zhong Yan polished it up for him, and the current version is Zhong Yan's polished version. Lin Zhen saw it and gave him a thumbs up on the spot.