I'm reborn, so it's not too much to kill the one who traveled through the book, right?

"Aunt Rong, Aunt Rong, are you home?" The voice came in before Xiao Zhuzi entered the yard.

When Shen Rong heard Xiao Zhuzi calling her, she immediately came out of the kitchen, "Xiao Zhuzi, what's wrong?"

As soon as Xiao Zhuzi saw the person, he couldn't wait to say, "Aunt Rong, I know how to make the soap."

"Really? Come on, come inside and talk." Shen Rong pulled Xiao Zhuzi into the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Changsheng was squatting in front of the stove.

Shen Rong pulled Xiao Zhuzi to the stove and asked, "Is the soap really made? What does it look like?"

"Well! The scholar's wife cut the soap into pieces, which look quite nice, like solidified lard. But I also learned how to make it. It's very simple." Xiao Zhuzi puffed out his chest and said.

Shen Rong opened the wooden basin and asked, "Do you think the ash water has been filtered like this?"

The wooden basin contains filtered wood ash water, which is a bit gray, but also clear.

Xiao Zhuzi nodded and said, "I saw the scholar's wife add lard into the soup and stir it while cooking."

I have to say, Xiao Zhuzi arrived at the right time. He had just filtered the wood ash water and was thinking about how much oil to add!

"With lard?"

Yes, last time I heard Xiao Zhuzi tell her that Shen Yuan used vegetable oil and it failed.

"Then how much lard should be added to this much wood ash water?"

This question stumped Xiao Zhuzi. He scratched his head with a trace of regret on his face. He had just made a big promise, but he didn't expect to be slapped in the face so soon.

He frowned and thought for a long time, then gestured with his hands, "Well... this... I didn't see how much water was in the pot, but I remember she added a bowl of lard to the pot, and the paste that came out filled up this tall, big box."

Shen Rong frowned and pondered for a moment, wondering how big the box was that Xiao Zhuzi described. "Okay, now that you put it like that, I know roughly how much water to put in."

She looked at the two things and couldn't figure out why water and oil turned into a paste. Thinking of this, she asked casually, "Are there any other things added?"

Xiao Zhuzi looked into the pottery pot, and suddenly slapped his head, saying, "I remember that the scholar's wife burned the white stone with fire, and then scraped the ash off the white stone, added water, and then put it into this water."

quicklime?

Shen Rong thought of this immediately. There was one in the corner of the house.

Soon, Shen Rong gave Changsheng a palm-sized piece of quicklime to burn in the kitchen.

Burn the lime, estimate the amount and add water for later use.

After a busy period, Shen Rong finally prepared everything she needed.

Shen Rong thought that it was her first time making soap and she had no experience, so she only poured a small amount of the ash water into the pot and said, "Changsheng, light the fire."

"Oh." Changsheng added firewood into the pot upon hearing that.

It was Shen Rong’s first time making it, so she planned to try it little by little. She only added a bowl of water and a bowl of lime water to the pot, and finally slowly added lard.

After all the lard was added in, she kept stirring. After a quarter of an hour, Shen Rong's hands were sore, and the water in the pot became turbid but not paste.

Xiao Zhuzi looked at the pot, stood on tiptoe, took the wooden stick, and stirred it in the pot, saying, "Aunt Rong, that scholar's wife stirs very quickly. She stirred for a long time, almost an hour!"

Shen Rong pounded her arms, rested for a while, memorized Xiao Zhuzi's movements, then took the stick and started stirring quickly.

The fire in the kitchen never went out, and the water in the pot evaporated quickly, and it finally turned into what Xiao Zhuzi called a paste.

Maybe it’s because the wood ash was not filtered cleanly, the color is not very nice and looks a bit gray.

"Do they look alike?" Shen Rong asked Xiao Zhuzi.

Xiao Zhuzi nodded and shook his head, "The colors are not the same, but they are all blurred, so it should be correct, right?"

Shen Rong breathed a sigh of relief and packed it up in a bamboo tube to compact it.

The paste was like solidified lard and filled two bamboo tubes.

Shen Rong had never expected that putting a number of these things together would produce such changes. It was truly magical.

"Aunt Rong, this will harden in about three days. If it doesn't harden, it's not done."

Xiao Zhuzi looked at the paste in the bamboo tube. Although it was different from what the scholar's wife made, it should be pretty close.

Shen Rong looked at the bamboo tube, a trace of contemplation flashed across her face. She remembered that when Manager Zhang came to thank her last time, he mentioned the rouge shop in Qingshi Town.

"Xiao Zhuzi, when the stuff is ready, I'll write it down as a recipe and sell it to the rouge shop in town. That way you'll have money to buy medicine for your grandma in town."

If it really worked, then the little pillar helped her a lot.

She didn't plan to do this business in person. She felt that Shen Yuan knew more than this, so it was better not to expose herself.

Shen Rong felt that it was more appropriate to sell the house. After all, if the house was sold, Xiao Zhuzi would account for at least half of it.

Xiao Zhuzi's eyes suddenly lit up, "Really?"

He didn't expect that there would be a share for him. He looked at the two bamboo tubes with much more eagerness.

Shen Rong nodded. "But you can't let this slip out to anyone."

Xiao Zhuzi nodded, "Aunt Rong, don't worry, I won't tell anyone!"

"Changsheng doesn't say anything. Changsheng is hungry." Changsheng walked behind Shen Rong at some point. He looked at the things in the bamboo tube with curiosity.

Shen Rong looked up at the sky. It was already past noon. They had been busy for so long and had not yet had lunch.

A few days ago, she and Changsheng helped out at her mother's house, and they had three meals a day. After coming back this time, Shen Rong was worried that Changsheng would be hungry after eating two meals. Thinking that the family had enough money, she did not save on lunch. Shen Rong was already hungry after being so busy.

Changsheng wasn’t feeling much better, his stomach growled for a while.

When he first started to light the fire, he thought Sanniang was cooking.

It was not until Shen Rong scooped up the things, put them into a bamboo tube and covered it, that he realized they were not food.

Shen Rong was just about to say that she had been mixing porridge for a long time and her arms were sore that she wanted to take a break before cooking, but before she could open her mouth, a rumbling sound of intestines was heard in the kitchen.

She looked up and saw Changsheng holding his stomach and looking at her with a wronged expression!

Shen Rong pounded her arms, took away the old clay pot that she had just used to make soap on the stove, and put the iron pot she usually used for cooking on it.

Shen Rong didn't know whether the thing was poisonous or not, and was worried that using the pot she usually used for cooking to make soap would ruin a good pot, so she specially looked for an old ceramic pot.

In Taohua Village, not every household can afford an iron pot.

There were no wars in the Yong Dynasty in recent years, and the iron control was not very strict. Iron pots were popular in people's homes. However, the price of iron pots was not low, and not everyone could afford it.

There are only about ten households in Taohua Village that have iron pots.

Seeing Shen Rong was about to cook, Xiao Zhuzi thought that he had been out for a long time, so he said to the busy Shen Rong: "Aunt Rong, I have been out for a long time, I will go home first."

"Xiao Zhuzi, don't go yet. I'll make some pancakes and bring back two for your grandma later." Shentou glanced at Xiao Zhuzi.

Unexpectedly, when Xiao Zhuzi heard this, he walked away even faster.