The Prodigal Son of Zhenguan

Li Fu has never regretted his impure concentration of nitpicking.

You know, there are thresholds for being a nitpicking person. You have to be reasonable and have something to say. Otherwise, what is the difference between you and a low-level, uneducated, short-sighted troll who has no brains and only cares about venting?

Li Fu looked at the pot of sticky and indescribable things.

What digestive enzymes, what active ingredients.

The active ingredients in the advertisements of laundry detergent and laundry liquid are also active ingredients.

There is also some homemade soap from farmers, which is pure and natural and green and does not hurt your hands. On the contrary, it has the effects of reducing swelling and relieving pain, anti-inflammatory and sterilization, preventing and treating chapped skin, and stopping dandruff and itching.

I don’t know if it’s true or not.

Anyway, it’s quite exaggerated.

“Stir... alkaline water, add alkaline water.” Li Fu said.

The people in the kitchen hurriedly did it.

The paste in the pot became more and more viscous, and it couldn’t even be stirred later.

“My dear, this, we don’t have enough strength, this can’t be stirred.” The people in the kitchen were sweating.

Li Fu stepped forward, not disdaining the things in the basin, and poked it with his hand.

It's a bit like that.

"Find a mold, put it in and press it down, and put it in a cool place to dry." Li Fu reminded, "I'll come back to see it tomorrow."

After air-drying, it should be the prototype of pancreas, right?

Let's see the effect first.

If the method is correct, the pancreas will be made.

The subsequent formula can be improved.

Don't worry about the raw materials. Now pigs are slaughtered every day in the village. After this thing is made, the pancreas of a pig can be made into pancreas, which is enough for a family to use for a year.

And not only pig pancreas can be made, but also pancreas of other animals.

If you want to do this business, you can set up a workshop in the village to produce it.

Of course, the pancreas produced in the workshop is definitely different from the thing in the basin in front of you.

The formula needs to be improved.

Let's see if there are other peculiar smells after air-drying.

If the odor is too strong, then it is obvious that this thing cannot be sold.

If the odor is not very serious, adding some spices can cover it up.

Then this business can still be done.

It was also the first time that Li Fu was tempted to rely on a theory that he could not remember clearly to practice, so he was unsure.

Fortunately, he was a dignified King of Jingyang, rich, able to withstand failure, and able to provide raw materials.

Lao Zhao led the rewarded servant to the account office.

"He Da, you are so lucky, let the gentleman give you such a generous reward."

Hearing this, He Da scratched his head.

"Well, I don't know why they gave so much, but don't worry, butler Zhao, I know the rules, and I will definitely give 70% of it when the time comes..."

"Get lost." Old Zhao said unhappily: "What rules? Where does the Jingyang Palace come from? Since it is a reward from the young master, it is yours. Keep it honestly. It is yours, and no one else can take it away. We don't have such rules in our palace, understand?"

"Yes, yes, yes." He Da nodded like pounding garlic.

Then, Old Zhao said to He Da earnestly.

"Boy, if the young master's thing is really successful, you are also lucky. Your good days are still to come. If things succeed, you will be rich." Old Zhao sighed.

"Ah?" He Da was confused.

What is he rich for? No, if he has ten strings of money, he will be rich.

This is ten thousand coins, rich, really rich.

"He Da, do you want to be a steward?" asked Old Zhao.

"Zhao, housekeeper Zhao, Uncle Zhao, why do you say that?" He Da asked in confusion.

Old Zhao smiled mysteriously.

"You will know in the future." Old Zhao said: "You are lucky, but I cannot deny that you have other advantages. If you cultivate them, you will become a great man in the future."

When He Da heard this, could it be that this is what housekeeper Zhao said about prosperity?

"Housekeeper Zhao, no, Uncle Zhao." He Da knelt on the ground directly: "Please give me some advice, Uncle Zhao, I will repay you. In the future, I will definitely serve you tea and water. When you come, I will do my best to serve you."

"Hurry up, how can you behave like this." Housekeeper Zhao pulled He Da up.

"This is just my guess, but if there is a chance in the future, I will mention it in front of my husband. I will still follow my husband's opinion. You kid, don't do trouble after you have money, improve yourself, otherwise you won't be able to grasp the opportunity when it's given to you, understand?

Also, you have been in the mansion for quite a while. When we hire people in the mansion, we still look at their character and ability. Don't do those stupid things when you have money. Be self-disciplined and return to propriety. Otherwise, let alone improvement, it will be difficult to keep your current wealth. Don't be self-centered.You will ruin your future, understand?"

"Yes, yes, I understand." He Da responded repeatedly.

Listen to housekeeper Zhao and work hard for your future.

The next morning, after Li Fu woke up, he was still thinking about the pancreas.

Why not think about making money?

What? King of Jingyang? Prince's tutor?

Politics?

How much money can you make honestly?

What?

You can't make money honestly?

Then think about it.

Li Fu came to the kitchen yard and saw that the pancreas cut into rectangular pieces were placed in a row in the shade at the bottom of the wall.

Go up to it and pick up a piece.

Pinch it, the texture is still a little soft, maybe it hasn't been dried enough.

"My dear." The cook in the kitchen hurried over to salute Li Fu.

"Do you have dirty clothes?" Li Fu looked at the cook and asked.

"Ah? "The cook didn't react for a moment.

"Do you have dirty clothes? A dirty apron is fine, the kind with oil and dust on it, the kind that hasn't been washed." Li Fu asked.

"Yes, I do." The cook said thoughtfully.

"Then why are you standing there? Take it out."

Li Fu's clothes basically won't get dirty to a certain extent. In the hot summer, he wears one set a day, or two sets a day, and Xiao Tao takes them to wash after changing them.

So Li Fu's clothes are always clean.

Unless he encounters something outside.

For example, assassination, assassination, assassination, etc.

You're almost dead, so what's wrong with hiding in a mess? It's better to have dirty clothes than to die.

"No, no, even if I have the courage of the sky, I dare not let you give me..."

"You wish." Li Fu interrupted directly: "Come on your own, try these things, don't worry, if the clothes are washed badly, I will ask someone to make new ones for you. "

"Yes, yes, yes." The cook's attitude took a 180-degree turn, and he went to look for his dirty clothes and apron with his teeth bared.

Li Fu asked the kitchen servants to prepare a wooden basin for washing clothes and fetch water from the well.