Chapter 38 Pure Dew

Obviously, the good materials were placed in front of him, but he was still depressed. Lu Mengji was so happy that he threw the towel in his hand into the water, put on his clothes, and ran to the courtyard and stared at the big locust tree in the corner.

Although the locust flower has passed its blooming period, there is still a string of small white lanterns hanging on the high branches, and the fragrance of flowers is overflowing. If some locust flowers can be stored and refined in these days, it should not be a problem to make some masks, and even if pure essential oils cannot be extracted, the pure dew distilled when refining essential oils alone is a great wealth, but the biggest problem is that even if they are made into masks, others may not buy them, let alone now The production conditions and the production of skim masks are simply delusional.

Staring at the Huaishu in a daze for a long time, Lu Mengji's small calculations in his heart were pushed down one by one, and the hope that he finally ignited was gradually dashed. Thinking of the dim market prospects, Lu Mengji couldn't help sighing repeatedly.

"If you don't cook well, look at the old locust tree," Lin Daimo came back from the outside with a faint expression on his face, but his attitude towards Lu Mengji has obviously improved a lot. At least, his words seem to be a little more.

"Oh, you're back," Lu Mengji heard this and withdrew his eyes, but the essential oil, pure dew and mask in his mind were still hovering, and he was inevitably a little confused. He turned around and walked to the kitchen. "You wash your hands first, and I'll serve rice."

Lin Daimo finally showed his goodwill once, but got such a cold response. His heart was slightly smelly, and his face still faded. As soon as he entered the room, he saw the hot bath water, and hesitated for a moment and retreated to the courtyard.

"It's time to eat," Lu Mengjian took two bowls of steaming wild bean rice and put it on the table. When he saw Lin Daimo still standing outside the courtyard, he couldn't help but feel strange. As a result, he turned his face and saw the bath water he had forgotten to pour, and his face seemed to reflect a red glow. He lowered his head and silently brought the basin to the courtyard and cleaned it up.

This kind of reserved feeling made Lu Mengzhi feel that she herself seemed to live in the old society. Unexpectedly, Lu Mengji was originally open-minded enough, but after staying here for a few months, he had become an old-fashioned, which really made her unable to figure out.

Fortunately, Lin Daimo didn't mention it again. After eating, it was completely dark. One sat under the lamp and read a book, and the other took paper and pen to write and draw, but they were fine.

But soon, Lin Daimo couldn't calm down, threw the obviously yellow old book in his hand aside, pretended to take something and unintentionally passed behind Lu Mengjian, and glanced at the paper.

I saw many lines drawn horizontally and vertically on the paper, and a strange jar-like thing was drawn next to it. Lu Mengjian kept saying words while painting. Lin Daimo listened carefully for a while, but he was confused.

"Woman, what ghost charm are you writing?"

Lu Mengji was scared by the sudden sound behind him and almost drew a line into the sky. "Why do you always love ghosts and don't stand behind others? I don't know if it's very impolite to peek!"

"I'm the owner of this house. Can't I walk around my own house? I would like to ask, is it etiquette for you not to write poems and books on paper every day, write a five-year plan, and plan to change husband within five years? Lin Daimo raised his head arrogantly and looked at Lu Meng Jian with a angular chin.

From Lu Mengji's perspective, she only saw two big nostrils, which made her think of Erkang for no reason and laughed, "You, don't be full of moral scriptures. Besides, I just made some preparations for the future of the five-year plan. As for whether to change my husband, in the future Who would have expected it."

Seeing that Lin Daimo rolled his eyes and was about to walk away, Lu Mengji suddenly thought of the trouble he encountered during the day, so he grabbed him and said, "Oh, don't be angry. I still have something to ask you..."

Lin Daimo shook off the sleeves pulled by Lu Mengji, patted him twice with disgust, and said coldly, "What's the matter?"

"You used to be in business, didn't you?" Lu Mengjian abruptly swallowed the three words of Stoneji and saw that Lin Daimo's face was normal, so he was relieved.

"Yes, I studied business with my father for a few years before. Why did you suddenly ask this?"

Hearing Lin Daimo's words, Lu Mengji had confidence in his heart.

"I want to buy some exquisite small bottles in the city. It's better to sell them well and not too expensive. Do you know where to sell them in the city?"

"Small bottle?" Lin Daimo looked at Lu Mengji suspiciously and said, "What's the use of a small bottle? There are no valuable pills to keep at home."

"Do you remember the bowl of water at noon?" Lu Mengjie is inevitably a little angry now, but now the most important thing is to explain his purpose clearly.

"Well, so what?" Lin Daimo's eyebrows became tighter and tighter. He really couldn't figure out the woman in front of him. Could it be that she wanted to put those fragrant water in a small bottle, which was simply a violent thing.

"In fact, there is a layer of oil floating on the surface of the bowl of water, called essential oil, which is extracted from locust flowers. The reason why locust flowers are so fragrant is that these aromatic substances are distilled and extracted to become the fragrant water collected in the bowl, but because the density of essential oils is lighter than water, they will float on the water. What I really need is the thin layer floating on the water, but because these aromatic substances are easy to volatilize, they must be collected in a well-closed bottle. Lu Mengjian thought of the troublesome explanation given to Aunt Li in the morning, so he deliberately picked it up and simply told him.

Unexpectedly, Lin Daimo only understood Lu Mengji's intention as soon as he heard it. However, after many years of business, the first thing he thought of was not the meaning of collecting essential oils. Instead, he asked thoughtfully, "Have you ever thought about what to do in the future with so much energy and money?"

Lu Mengji naturally knew what he was referring to, "Today's initial idea is to sell it to those rich women."

"Oh, rich woman, do you think people will buy your account with a few bottles of fragrant essential oils? You think the way to do business is too simple!"

The little woman is ambitious.

Lin Daimo coldly looked at Lu Mengjian, who was obviously unwilling, and put out the burning flame in her heart with a cold sentence, but it was not easy.

"I'm just asking you about the small bottle. Why do you worry so much!" Lu Mengzhi tossing the brush in his hand, stood up, stared at Lin Daimo's eyes, and said solemnly word by word, "Yes, I want to win the favor of rich women in the city with these fragrant essential oils. I really don't understand it better than you. As a woman, I also know it's not easy, but since I'm willing to try , this is my freedom.

"I also hope that Mr. Lin will not interfere without authorization," Lu Mengji is much shorter than Lin Daimo. Even if he stands on the ground, he has to raise his head to see his eyes, but he does not lose momentum.

"Since it's your business, ask me what to do. Miss Lu likes freedom and likes to show her face, so please go ahead. Lin doesn't know about it. Please also ask Miss Lu not to affect Lin's life in the future. Lin Daimo immediately walked away, and the two finally eased, and now they became deadlocked again.

Lu Mengji blew out the lamp angrily and climbed to ** the cover all wrapped around him and leaned close to the wall. Lin Daimo finally touched the bedside in the dark. Because of his face, it was not good to grab the will directly from Lu Mengjie's hand, so he had to curl up and sleep aside with his clothes.

Deep night, Lu Mengji's mind became more and more awake. Listening to the breathing of the people next to him, he knew that he had not slept yet. The exposed arm was frozen for a while. Presumably there was no quilt, and the man was not happy, so he pretended to turn over and pushed the quilt to Lin Daimo's side.

Lin Daimo felt the temperature of the quilt behind him, but he did not move, allowing himself to be frozen all over. He finally avoided the murder of the Lin family and had lost hope for life. After the disaster, she only wanted to treat the people around her for the rest of her life, but she refused to accept her goodwill at all. At that moment, he completely lost confidence in the world. Since life is so gloomy, it is better to be poisoned in the dungeon than to live. Good to die.

After waiting for a long time, he saw that Lin Daimo was still covered with the cover of the cover. Although Lu Mengjian was a little repulsive, he couldn't bear it. He reached out and gently pulled the cover to Lin Daimo's body. Unexpectedly, with a stroke of his hand, he pushed the cover aside.

Lu Mengzhi was unhappy, and his stubborn temper broke out again, and he put on the cover again. Lin Daimo was not convinced. The two went back and forth like this, dissipating some of the hard-won heat into the air.

Touching the cold quilt, Lu Mengji finally couldn't help getting angry, "What's wrong with you? I give you a quilt, but you don't appreciate it, but you don't like it when you say a few words. Why do you have to be so angry? It's freezing at night. Can your disaster-sick body withstand the toss? If you have a cold and fever, you still have to take care of it!"

Lin Daimo stopped and lay there quietly at Lu Mengzhen's quilt. Hearing the sound of the people around him sleeping, tears finally couldn't help sliding down from the corners of his eyes. This was the third time he had cried since he remembered.

When he was seven years old, he was scared to death by Lin Daiyue with a mouse. He sat on the ground and cried loudly. After that, he had a high fever and stayed in bed for three days. His father sat in front of the bed sadly, his eyes were red. He watched his son sobbing, as if his heart was about to break. Since then, Lin Daimo has warned himself to be a real man and never make his father sad again. In this way, I never shed tears until my father passed away.

Only today, he only felt that his despair was ashes. His former relatives forced him into a desperate situation step by step. The more he recalled, the more he became, and he could no longer stand it...

"You're awake."