The peasant girl wants to turn the sky: the black-bellied husband, come to farm

Chapter 1147
The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt. Qiao Xiaomai snorted and sat up straight. If Yang Wenxiao showed her intentions in this regard in the future, she would definitely ask the disciples of Liuli to stop her.

"The next time I see my great-grandmother's followers, I will tell her about this matter."

"The Supreme Emperor shouldn't go too far..." Tong Sanlang said hesitantly, because his own interests were at stake, he couldn't make up his mind.

"Well, weren't you thinking about soap before? Let's test him with soap, shall we?"

Qiao Mai tilted her head when she heard the words, "Soap?"

"Soap." Tong Sanlang nodded seriously.

The raw material of soap is lard, and ordinary people may be reluctant to part with it, but if the sales group is set as nobles, it will definitely sell for a good price.

This thing is a must for Qiao Mai, a person from later generations, but not for ordinary people. Ordinary people can use acacia, so like the high-priced things before, he clearly marked the price and bought it fairly. , If you can’t afford it, don’t use it.

Qiao Mai rolled his eyes, then nodded, "Okay."

Instead of being so anxious, it is better to attack first.

Shopkeeper Hong listened to their conversation, and asked in a daze, "What great-grandmother? What soap?"

Although he is Yu Ang's confidant, he doesn't know much about Liuli.

Qiao Maimai explained, "That day at the gate of the city, didn't Shen Chenghao say that your Majesty and the others were poisoned by some kind of hell flower?"

Shopkeeper Hong nodded repeatedly.

At that time, when Shen Chenghao started rebelling, the people watching the excitement ran away immediately, but the civil and military officials surrounded by the Imperial Forest Army could not run away, and were forced to listen to the whole audience.

The white-haired people sent the black-haired people out. Judging by Yang Wenxiao's expression at the time, this hell flower was not fabricated.

But after Shen Chenghao was wiped out and the Shen family was copied, people like Yang Wenxiao and Emperor Yong'an seemed to be okay. The trial that should be interrogated, the punishment that should be punished, and the one that should take over the Zuixian Tower are not at all like white The sender wants to send the black-haired person.

Everyone couldn't figure out the details, and they were stunned by the explosive crossbow that day, so such a shocking news was silent in the capital.

Shopkeeper Hong didn't go there that day, but after hearing about it afterwards, he was also wondering. Seeing that Qiao Maimai seemed to know the inside story, he hurriedly asked.

"Even the great-grandmother Sanlang and I are not ordinary people, and the disciples she taught are also not ordinary people. In the eyes of ordinary people, there is no cure for this flower of hell, but great-grandmother's apprentices can. It's kind of flimsy, if you ask her to speak, the Supreme Emperor might reduce our debts."

"Oh—" shopkeeper Hong dragged his voice out, suddenly realizing.

Master, master!

"As for soap, it's a thing for washing your face. It's made of lard, so it's called soap. It has the same ability as acacia. It's followed by a piece of soap. When combined, it's soap." Qiao Xiaomai said again.

"Oh——" shopkeeper Hong dragged his voice out again, suddenly realizing.

Then he gave Qiao Maizi a thumbs up, the young mistress in front of her is also an expert, an expert!
To clear shopkeeper Hong's doubts, Qiao Xiaomai and Tong Saburo left and returned to the palace.

It was still early in the evening, and the two entered the kitchen and started tinkering.

Soap, lard, lye, mix these two together in the correct proportion, and the final result is soap.

(End of this chapter)