C57 Anemone

It was not spring yet, Ning Yan could only buy a sack of lilac flowers from the spice shop.

Chemical tests say dull and dull, and interesting and interesting. The three of them stayed in the room for a whole day before they finally made three small bottles of Wind Oil Essence, and held the finished product in their hands, with a cold and pungent smell. Although the taste was not too good, the effects were obvious, with regards to the coarse Wind Oil Essence, Ning Yan was very satisfied, as she would not be afraid to tickle them with a single drop.

"Wake up, stop the itch and prevent the mosquitoes. Take it and use it." After throwing a bottle to Lu Hanzhang, Ning Yan closed the curtains in the small room.

"Thank you." He stuffed the small enamel bottle onto his waist and left the room with the curtain drawn.

Her black clothes fluttered in the wind, her long hair still carried the scent of lilac flowers. Looking at Lu Hanzhang's back, Ning Yan's mind slightly moved.

Lu Hanzhang returned to his room, picked up a pen and paper, wrote down the events of the day. After folding the paper slip, the carrier pigeon circled around the courtyard.

He placed the note under his pillow, not informing anyone about the Wind Essence Extract. Even if the Wind Essence Extract could bring a huge profit, who wouldn't feel a headache when they were outside? If they took this out, the imperial court's treasury would not be in complete chaos.

But... If there was nothing wrong with her body, he could only protect her well, but now, Lu Hanzhang shook his head and waited. He should have a plan.

As for what Lu Hanzhang was thinking, Ning Yan did not know at all, but as for the Wind Oil Essence, it would probably fall into the hands of the Mr Xue in the end.

As for the profits? The Mr Xue was more valuable than money.

After dripping a few drops of balsam essence onto her arms and ankles, Ning Yan began to make small clothes and pants.

Wearing this era's undergarment, Ning Yan would always have the feeling of having her chest droop. Towards this kind of feeling, Ning Yan really didn't like it.

Fortunately, her needlework level allowed her to work, but flexible fabrics were not easy to find. She walked around the town and found a fabric that was suitable for making small clothes.

After cutting the clothes, Ning Yan put on the small clothes she hadn't worn in a long time. The feeling of falling into nothingness disappeared, and her entire person gained a bit of vigor.

Lu Hanzhang, who lived closest to him, was the first to notice his change.

Although she had to be polite and not look down upon, as a high-ranking officer, her observation skills still needed to be trained. Staring at Ning Yan's beautiful figure, she suddenly felt her mouth going dry.

Seeing the man who was bathing beside the water jug, Ning Yan's eyes burned once again.

He was standing in the courtyard in broad daylight, taking a shower. What was he doing? Deliberately?

This is incredible …" In order to not be ravaged by the spicy eyes everyday, Ning Yan decided to make a few more small clothes so that she could wear them better.

With the experience of being dressed as a child, Ning Yan took out a needle and thread, and after almost an hour, she took out the male boxer pants and knocked on the door of Lu Hanzhang's room. Ning Yan threw the set of clothes in her hands onto the bed: "Wear this next time."

"What is it?" Pulling off the luggage, Lu Hanzhang took out the clothes. He gestured but Lu Hanzhang did not notice how the panties were worn.

Ning Yan looked at it and her face turned red. Could it be that she had to say it clearly?

"Sit." Seeing that Ning Yan was silent, Lu Hanzhang hooked his boxer pants and pointed at the round stool beside the table.

Ning Yan sat on the chair and looked at her springy black pants: "This is my clothes, you will know where I am wearing it."

"Clothes?" He swung the small pants in his hand, gestured around his body, but Lu Hanzhang still could not think of where he should wear it.

As for his lower body, Lu Hanzhang did not even make gestures, he never would have imagined that Ning Yan would make him such close-fitting clothes.

"Sure, I'll help you put on your clothes once." Since she didn't want to get married, Ning Yan didn't hope to find a man she liked in this era. If she really needed a body, she would just knock someone out and bring it home.

After he thought it through, Ning Yan's requirements for himself became a little more relaxed. He extended his hand and grabbed the small piece of cloth that was in Lu Hanzhang's hand.

"…" Lu Hanzhang's expression finally underwent a violent change. He reached out and grabbed Ning Yan's collar, wanting to throw him out. However, this was his son's mother, so throwing it out would definitely not do.

Regarding the hand that appeared on her collar, Ning Yan didn't mind.

After all, she had done something indecent and it was okay that she hadn't been beaten up.

Staring at Lu Hanzhang's powerful and harmonious democracy...

"What are you doing?" Lu Hanzhang reached out to pull his clothes, his expression a little unsightly.

"What's a man like you afraid of? Let go." Ning Yan said as she pushed the person onto the ground, planning to solve the problem using violence.

"I don't." Lu Hanzhang's face became more and more unsightly, as if he had thought of a bad situation, and his resistance became more and more intense.

After writing for a while in the study room, Ning Yu wanted to find Lu Hanzhang and go out to practice his fist arts. When he pushed open the door, the first thing he saw was his mother.

"Mom, what are all of you doing?"

Ning Yan released her hand and tidied her expression, revealing a gentle and playful look, she sat down beside Lu Hanzhang and asked: "I'm not doing anything, why are you here?"

He scratched the back of his head and said, "You guys continue." With that, he closed the door.

The room once again became a world of two people. Ning Yan pushed Lu Hanzhang away and threw the clothes on his body: "Wear it yourself."

He stood up and clapped his hands as he walked out of the room. Similarly, he did not forget to close the door.

There was only one person left in the room, Lu Hanzhang pulled open the hem of his clothes, looked at the rich and strong democracy and harmony on his body, and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. After meticulously condensing Qi, it was a long time before his body returned to its original state.

Ye Zichen picked up the clothes on the bed and changed … He felt that it was a bit strange, and he wasn't used to it.

Just as he was about to change it, he looked down at his long legs and touched them.

"..."

"..."

Ning Yan went back to her room and took a look at the cotton she had harvested. She was still a little unsatisfied with the lack of cotton. I'm afraid I won't be able to make more than a few sets of clothes.

There was a problem with the yield, but that was something she could not solve. She had already reached her limit in watering and applying fertilizer. If she wanted to harvest better, she could only improve the seeds.

Thus, the only way to increase production was to increase the amount of planting.

He stretched out his hand and picked out the cottonseed from the cotton ball. He put it into the leather bag alone. The seeds had to be kept. After next year, there would be more cotton.

Ning Yan hurriedly walked out, the Curly Hair had already grown quite a bit now, no matter how she fed the Tibetan Mastiff, it would always be wild, and it would not be good if it bit someone.

In the courtyard, Mrs. Qian was carrying a basket and hiding from the Curly Hair, her current state of mind was much better.

Seeing Ning Yan, she placed the basket on her body on the ground: "These are the bamboo sticks that have been carved out in the past few days." As the Mrs. Qian spoke, her face revealed a faint smile.

A basket of bamboo sticks could be exchanged for a silver coin. Although it wasn't much, it was enough for her to live with Wu Baoshi.

"Quite a bit. Don't work too hard."

"It's no trouble, I'm just getting there." Mrs. Qian shook her head. She really did not feel tired at all.

Slicing bamboo sticks was tiring. However, a pillar could be used to make a lot of sticks, and it could be used for several days at a time. Thus, Zhang Xuan didn't feel tired at all.

"Alright, just pay attention. Here is the money for these bamboo sticks!"

After Mrs. Qian received the money, the smile on her face became even wider.

After conversing with Ning Yan for a while, the Mrs. Qian rushed towards the fence enclosed yard. There were still many bamboo sticks in the courtyard that had yet to be sharpened, but they could not stay outside and talk. It was more important to earn money.

After sending off the Mrs. Qian, Ning Yan dragged the basket to the kitchen s. She planned to bring the bamboo sticks next time she went to the County City, since she wouldn't need to use the bamboo sticks she used in the kebab shop a second time.

After resting for another two days, Ning Yan headed towards the County City. This time, there was no ox-cart, so Ning Yan could only rely on her two legs.

However, it would be much easier to drive an oxcart.

Autumn harvest was a good thing, so Ning Yan naturally wouldn't force herself to borrow the oxcart with the village head's home, but … Humans were all inert creatures, but walking to the county town, Ning Yan felt that both of her legs were about to be crippled. As expected, a rich life could corrupt a person's fighting spirit.

The shop had already opened, the table was completely cleaned by Ah Wang, there was not even a little bit of water on it, the floor was also equally clean.

Eating in a clean shop would greatly improve his mood. He would no longer be satisfied with the Tang siblings, Ning Yan.

"I'm not busy right now, you take care of the shop, Ah Wang will follow me to the market to see if there are any carriages."

"Manager wants to buy a carriage?"

"Yes, I have a carriage."

"I know of a place that sells livestock, so the price is reasonable. If you trust me, you can come with me to take a look."

With regards to Ah Wang, Ning Yan naturally had some faith. She answered after a slight hesitation, "Alright."

After walking out of the shop, she first looked at the carriage mentioned by Ah Wang, other than some old ones, Ning Yan was fine with everything else. Since it was to buy more, Ning Yan naturally wanted something new.