Great Song

In the past few days, Han Miao has been quite busy. Apart from paying respects to his grandmother, he hardly stays at home.Either inspecting several shops in West Korea to check and rectify the accounts, or entertaining other wealthy businessmen and officials, pretending to take action.

These actions were, of course, to make Han Lin and the others more vigilant, and to set their sights on Anyang, or even the farther borders.The more serious you are, the easier it is to fall into the pit.

It was also because of these mundane things that he forgot about the little Taoist leader who had just been invited back to the house, until the servant Anping came to the door.

"Daoist Zhen said that you want to make toothpaste?" Han Miao was shocked when he heard the news.Isn't he an alchemist?Why do you suddenly have to make toothpaste?

Anping hurriedly said: "When I met the old lady, I suddenly mentioned it. The Taoist priest doesn't seem to like the tooth powder in the house, so he wants to make toothpaste. He also ordered some mint and fresh tea, er, and two fat pigs..."

The mint and tea leaves are normal, but the "fat pig" is confusing.Han Miao couldn't help asking, "Does he want to eat pork?"

Han Miao knew a little about the temperament of the Taoist leader.Pork is extremely cheap, and the Han family never eats it, and only mutton or chicken and duck are served to distinguished guests, but what if the Taoist priest lived in poverty in his early years and fell in love with eating pork?Temporarily greedy, but also love and reason.

Anping quickly shook his head: "The old lady also asked, but the Taoist priest denied it, and only said it was for alchemy."

How does pork make alchemy?Even though he was mature and steady, Han Miao couldn't help feeling a little curious. After thinking about it, he put down the account book in his hand, got up and said, "Let me go and have a look."

Anping was originally a servant serving Han Miao, and he knew his master's temperament very well, so he immediately followed him out.The two left the study room and walked for about a quarter of an hour before arriving at the remote courtyard.As a result, before entering the door, an extremely strong smell of meat wafted out from the courtyard.

Anping: "..."

Han Miao: "..."

Almost laughed out of anger, Han Miao glared at the servant beside him, this smell, what is it if it is not pork?You talk so much, but are you still hungry after all?

Shaking his head, Han Miao stepped into the small courtyard, and said to the maid who came up to him, "Where is Mr. Zhen Daoist?"

The little girl also had a strange expression: "The Taoist priest said that good pork should not be spoiled, so he insisted on cooking it himself."

This yard is specially equipped with a cook and a small stove, just in case the trail leader will be hungry.But if you cook by yourself, you still have to stew pork, no one can think of it.

Han Miao didn't say much, and went straight to the small kitchen in the anteroom, and saw the little Taoist priest was dusty again, wearing an old shirt, standing by the small stove, concentrating on the casserole on it.That focus is not much worse than alchemy.

With a restrained expression on his face, Han Miao said with a smile: "The Taoist priest wants to eat pork? Why do you need to do such a clumsy job yourself, just order it."

Zhen Qiong was waiting eagerly for the braised pork to be cooked, but the sudden appearance of Han Guanren, whom he had not seen for several days, really surprised him.With a dry cough, Zhen Qiong swallowed her saliva: "It's not for eating, or...uh, a little leftovers from alchemy, it's not easy to waste..."

Who would treat pork as scraps?Han Miao nodded with a half-smile: "I didn't expect that pork can be used as medicine. Are two pigs enough?"

"Enough, enough!" Zhen Qiong nodded hurriedly, suddenly seemed to remember something, and put on a flattering smile again, "I just want to make toothpaste, pork is not enough, and a new utensil is needed. I I have drawn the blueprint, and I am looking for someone to send it to you..."

As he spoke, he took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and handed it over.

There are still drawings?Han Miao was a little surprised, took a look, and saw an urn-shaped utensil drawn on the picture. It seemed that two jars of different sizes were buckled together.There is a partition in the middle of the two cans, and the upside-down upper can has two openings, which are arranged on the left and right.On the left is a long, thin tube, and on the right is shorter.

"What is this?" Han Miao raised his eyebrows before seeing such a structure.

"It's a distiller for brewing floral dew. It's best to use copper. If it doesn't work, iron can do it." Afraid that the other party would not agree, Zhen Qiong said very carefully, "To put peppermint oil or tea oil in toothpaste, you have to use this thing."

dew!Han Miao was startled, and immediately asked: "Is it the flower dew like rose water?"

Zhen Qiong had no idea what rose water was, and nodded vaguely: "It's similar."

Maritime merchants bring back all kinds of scented flower dew from outside the region every year. Is it actually made of this thing?He said it was "similar", but how similar is it to the real flower dew?Han Miao's heart was twitching, but his expression remained unchanged, he only smiled and said, "That's easy to say, I'll send someone to bring it to you as soon as possible."

Hearing this, Zhen Qiong breathed a sigh of relief.She has been living in Han Mansion for several days. Although the master Han Daguan said that he can provide him with various utensils and medicinal materials, Zhen Qiong knows in her heart that it is because the other party does not know how much money alchemy costs!Seven or eight alchemy furnaces, and a few sets of glass dishes, can make a Taoist temple tighten its belt.If I ask for a new Bailaiguan stove at every turn, I am afraid that I will be sent back to Changchun Temple.

It is precisely because of this that he used the unique secret technique taught by his master in the past: applying for project approval.

Those responsible for paying must be made aware that they are going to do something extremely useful and novel, but lack the necessary utensils and materials.As long as the description of this thing can be fancy, someone will naturally throw a lot of money and let them practice.Take this opportunity to bring in what you want, without showing the mountains or revealing the water, it is the most appropriate!

For example, the toothpaste he told Mrs. Han this time must contain glycerin and essential oils if he wants to make it.Glycerin can be extracted from lard, while essential oil needs a distiller.With a still, pure water and alcohol can be made by yourself, and maybe you can try rectification.As for the glycerin, it can be used to store mercury at any rate, and it can be painted on hands in winter, which is not a waste of effort.

It's all right now, this project has been properly approved.Boss, a still made of copper will cost a lot of money, right?This is not his extravagance and waste, it is purely for the old lady's toothpaste!

Thinking of being able to use this hand repeatedly in the future, Zhen Qiong's face burst into laughter, and she reassured rather doglegly: "Don't worry, Guan Han, I will be able to make toothpaste as soon as possible! Ah, that's right."

As if he remembered something, he didn't care about the casserole on the stove, and ran out the door in a hurry. After a while, he ran back with a clay pot in his arms, and handed the pot to Han Miao: "This is the casserole that I just refined. Yes, I want someone to send it to you."

That flattering expression was like a puppy waiting for praise.Coupled with a face that was supposed to be fairy-like, it was surprisingly pleasing.

"It's us who are making offerings to the Taoist priest, how can we accept the gift again?" Han Miao was amused in his heart, but he stretched out his hand involuntarily and took the jar.

"Hey, anyway, it's borrowing flowers to offer Buddha. I saw that you like sweets, and I happened to have some in the house, so I made some..." Zhen Qiong just wanted to express her "heart", but the man opposite was suddenly startled, and suddenly opened the candy bar. Lids for clay pots.

"It's really..." Han Miao was speechless.In front of him was a whole jar of sugar, white as snow and grains like sand, wasn't it the new sugar he saw that day?

It's only been a few days, how could he have produced such a big can and generously gave it to himself? !

Rao is Han Miao, who is well-informed and knowledgeable, so he is speechless at the moment.Soon, the shock faded, and a smile appeared on his face.Han Miao put the lid back on seemingly casually, handed the jar of treasures to the boy next to him, stepped forward, held Zhen Qiong's arm affectionately, and said with a smile: "This great gift really makes me happy! Mr. Han also has some questions that he wants to ask the chief, can he come into the house and talk about it?"

Wait, it's just a can of sugar, no need?Zhen Qiong had never been so close to a man before, her wrists were starting to feel numb, she wanted to pull her hand but couldn't pull it back, she couldn't help but said anxiously: "The braised pork in my pot is still not ready..."

"It's okay, just let the servants watch." Han Miao didn't allow him to break free, and dragged him to the living room.

The author has something to say: Daoist Zhen: The project was approved (≧▽≦)/

Han Miao: (smiling)