Farmhouse Pastoral Notes

Chapter 227

"Qiu'er, stay here and go back after dinner, it's already noon..."

Yang Meijuan patted Gao Mingxuan, who had already fallen asleep in her arms, while lowering her voice, trying her best to persuade Chunqiu who was about to leave.

Chunqiu shook his head, "Auntie, there are still some things at home, I'll be back in a few days" Chunqiu was still concerned about the unpacked ointments at this time, and he was still in the mood to eat.

She came here today for two main purposes. One was to deliver ointment to Yang Meijuan. The ointment she had given to Yang Meijuan before had been used up. It just so happened that Chunqiu made some new ones, so she sent them over directly.The second is that Chunqiu wants to ask her aunt to help when the shop opens. After all, the effectiveness of the ointment still needs to be verified by real people, and if there are too many people, Chunqiu and Chunqiu will not be able to handle it.

"...Well then, go slowly by yourself." Yang Meijuan persuaded a few more words, but Chunqiu had made up her mind, so Yang Meijuan had no choice but to let go.

Listening to Yang Meijuan's caring instructions, Chunqiu was not impatient, but happy.

Leaving Yang Meijuan's house, Chunqiu avoided the sun overhead and hurried back along the shaded place under the wall.

Time flies, it's the end of July, and in a few days, her "Beauty Pavilion" will open. In order to ensure the supply of goods, both Chunqiu and her mother Yuan have been working overtime these days to make ointments, just in case When the time comes for the shop to open, it won't be enough to sell, because the two of them are so busy, even the business of the food shop in the front yard, Yuan Shi doesn't have extra thoughts to separate it out, and directly hands it all over to her father, Yang Weibo.

Anyway, the shop had hired a few guys before, and they came here in a hurry, and Yuan was worried that they would complain, so he specially increased the money for them, so not only did the guys not complain, but they all thanked them. The kindness of the proprietress.

Because of the top-secret nature of the ointment making technique, although the two are tired from busy work, Chunqiu still dare not hire someone to help. After all, anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is a big business. If someone steals it, Chunqiu has no place to cry. .

Therefore, the only ones who can count on the production of ointment are Yuan's Chunqiu, but fortunately there are not many ointments in the bottle, Chunqiu and the others can make a lot at a time, and the ointment made by the two can also be used in the upper store. .

Chunqiu returned to the shop, greeted Yang Wei at the counter, and then went directly into the backyard.

In order to make the ointment better, Yuan Shi deliberately vacated a grocery room from the backyard a few days ago. The things in this grocery room were specially designed by Chunqiu. The ointment that comes out is bottled.

Chunqiu pushed the door open and came in, suddenly a gust of hot air rushed towards his face, choking Chunqiu until his cheeks turned red and he coughed continuously.

"Cough cough cough...cough cough cough" Chunqiu bent over, slapped his chest, and coughed heart-piercingly.

After coughing, Chunqiu straightened up, and quickly shouted to the inside of the door curtain, "Mother, why don't you come to the window?"

Looking around, Chunqiu was curious, the room is so stuffy, can her mother bear it?
"Oh, this one, Qiu'er, let's open it." Her mother's voice came from behind the curtain, and it sounded a bit muffled.

The window was facing the stove, Chunqiu made a circle on purpose, pushed open the windows on both sides, a gust of warm wind blew directly, Chunqiu frowned, apparently not very satisfied with the effect, Chunqiu thought about it, and simply put the The door was also pushed open.

At the same time, the door and the windows were opened, and the stuffy heat in the room was swept away immediately.

Chunqiu nodded earnestly, then opened the curtain on the side and walked in.

At this time, Yuan Shi was soaking in sweat and working hard, and the sweat on his cheeks dripped down his chin to the ground beside him.

Chunqiu hastily pulled out a handkerchief from his bosom, walked to Yuan's side, and whispered, "Mother, take a rest first."

When Yuan heard the sound, she stopped what she was doing, took the handkerchief Chunqiu handed over, wiped it and said, "Huh? Qiu'er is back? What does aunt say?"

Chunqiu said with a smile, "It goes without saying, of course my aunt agreed."

"Hehe, Niu Niu is really good, it's really hot in this room, mother, go to the courtyard to rest." Yuan Shi praised, then turned and left the room.

Chunqiu looked back at the neat little jars in front of him, picked up the wooden box her father had made and packed them up. These were all prepared to be stored in a cool place. After all, the ancient technology was not good enough, so Chunqiu took a special rest. save.

While her mother was resting, Chunqiu made some more, put the milky white ointment into the jar little by little, and Chunqiu was sealing the bottle with a cork.

The bottle is small, about the size of Chunqiu's palm, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, and there are some beautiful stripes on the body of the bottle. These are specially made by Chunqiu porcelain merchants. This kind of porcelain bottle is not only beautiful in appearance, but also has many uses.

"Qiu'er, the petals are all brought here, where shall we put them?"

Looking at the basket full of petals of various colors, Yuan Shi felt a little worried.

"What? Mother, what are you talking about?" Chunqiu didn't hear what her mother said, thought it was her mother calling her something important, put down the porcelain bottle in her hand, and ran out of the house in a hurry.

Yuan Shi pointed to a basket full of petals, "What should I do with these petals? I'm afraid it will be destroyed tomorrow." Yuan Shi was a little worried when she spoke. She obviously didn't agree with saving them tomorrow, but if they were done today, I can't finish it, Yuan Shi is in a dilemma.

Chunqiu glanced at it, and said with a smile, "What's the matter, let's crush them first, and use the flower juice tomorrow." Although the crushed flower juice is not as good as fresh petals, but after all, put it in the ointment Not much, so it shouldn't be a big deal.

After listening to Chunqiu's words, Yuan shi lowered her head and thought for a while, and she had no choice but to do so.

Put the petals on the stone mill aside, Yuan Shi washed the small stone mill with clean water, then put the petals in and crushed them, Chunqiu brought back a few small jars from the kitchen to hold the flower juice, and the mother and daughter went to Riga petals were pushed and crushed by one person, and a basket of petals bottomed out in an instant.

Moved the jar containing the flower juice into the house and put it away, Chunqiu turned to talk to her mother about the bottle.

There are not many bottles left to hold the ointment, and Chunqiu still wants to order another batch, but this time what she wants is not the same as before, she wants to change it to the shape of flower petals.

Chunqiu briefly shared his thoughts with Yuan Shi, and Yuan Shi didn't have any objection, but the shop was about to open, and the newly customized batch of porcelain vases might not be used by then.

Chunqiu wasn't worried either, anyway, she planned to use this bottle later, and what she finished now is enough to open the shop.

After talking about the bottle, the family was ready to have dinner. The Yuan family was very busy these days, so naturally they were not in the mood to prepare delicious food. If it was hot today, Yuan family simply mixed a few cold dishes and finished the meal. Water, it tastes cool and delicious.

A simple meal together, the day is fleeting...

(End of this chapter)