She became rich after being dressed as a group pet

Chapter 449 Seven Sons White

Based on what the people from Gujiao Mountain said, Jiang Zhimian made a rough estimate.

The number stored in Xianfeng Bank must be at least nine digits.

If there were Forbes rankings in ancient times, her master must be in the top ten.

"Anyway, I'm not interested in money. If you like it, you can take it and spend it." The man from Gujiao waved his hand indifferently.

After a pause, he added, "I still have to save a little, otherwise what will I do if I can't afford these skin care products of yours?"

Jiang Zhimian returned the token to him righteously.

"Master, you should keep your money for yourself. I also earn money myself."

Although he did not earn as much as the people in Gujiao Mountain, it was his own business after all.

Besides, if this business grows bigger in the future, the money will not be small.

"Then I can't buy your things?" The Gujiao mountain man was very disappointed.

I can't take a bath, what a pity.

Jiang Zhimian said, "If the master does me a favor, I'll give you a box of new products later on. It's very useful. It's whitening and skin care. It's all natural and non-irritating. Anyone who uses it will say yes."

People in Gujiao Mountain may not necessarily believe what others say.

But from the mouth of his lover, he trusts him 100%.

Immediately nodded, "Yes, please, help if you help. It's agreed, I want a box of new products, and I can't miss it."

Jiang Zhimian nodded again, promising to do what he said.

Then, he took out the things he bought from the herb shop and handed them to the Gujiao Mountain Man.

"Master, take a look first, what are these?"

The Gujiao mountain man took the package of medicinal materials, opened it, and just sniffed it with the tip of his nose, and he already knew the ingredients in it.

"Atractylodes macrocephala, Angelica dahurica, Baiji, Bai Fuling, Baishao, Baifuzi, Baishui."

The seven flavors of medicinal materials, the people of Gujiao Mountain are absolutely right.

People who use poison have a keen sense of smell, not for bragging.

"That's right," Jiang Zhimian nodded, "These seven medicinal herbs are my latest product, called Qizibai."

Qizibai mask is a traditional Chinese medicine mask, but it has not yet appeared in the Jin Kingdom.

"Using medicine for other purposes has also appeared. Many traditional Chinese medicines for treating acne and dark spots can be applied to the face after decoction."

But he also admired Jiang Zhimian's ingenuity.

"The seven medicines all have a white character, no wonder it's called Qizibai, Mianmian, how did you think of it?"

Jiang Zhimian pursed his lips and smiled, but did not answer.

I thought to myself, if I tell you that this is me directly taking advantage of others, will you believe it?
Jiang Zhimian has already shown the materials of the new product to the people of Gujiao Mountain.

Next, he said his request.

Originally thought that the Gujiao Mountain people would hesitate, but he nodded and agreed directly.

"Master, aren't you too kind?" Jiang Zhimian was very pleasantly surprised.

The man from Gujiao waved his hand, "I know why you are looking for me. It's just that no one knows me. In addition, my cheeks are clean and flawless, which will make them believe that the things are good. This favor is not to help you sell goods, but to help you Vent your anger, I believe your original intention is not here."

Jiang Zhimian nodded and admitted, "I want to use this to draw out the mastermind behind the scenes."

"The apprentice wants me to help, of course I will, but this Seven Sons White Mask, you have to give me some more." The people from Gujiao Mountain also have requests.

Jiang Zhimian laughed, "Of course, master, don't worry, it's enough!"

After discussing this matter, Jiang Zhimian went to purchase a large amount of Qizibai raw materials and sent them back to the small workshop for everyone to work overtime to grind them into powder.

In order to prevent anyone from smelling the ingredients inside, Jiang Zhimian also specially added honey and refined milk, which successfully covered up the taste of the medicinal materials.

Even if people from Gujiao Mountain go to smell it, it will take some effort to barely recognize it.

If you were someone else, you would have no clue.

After the goods were ready, Jiang Zhimian was ready to go to Pingnan County again.

But before that, she also went to the bandit village to meet Lian Yun.

Last time she gave Lian Yun a little more time to think about going back to Northern Qi, and she should have thought about it by now, so she should ask her for an answer.

When we went, Lian Yun was sitting on the wall of the stockade with his head in a daze, while Rou Rou was lazily lying on the corner of the wall, flapping his ears subconsciously.

The sunlight slanted, stretching Lian Yun's figure very long, reflected on the tiles behind him, looking a bit bleak.

"Your injury is almost healed? You can actually go up the wall." Jiang Zhimian asked aloud.

Lian Yun turned her head, pointed to the ladder next to her, and said calmly under the mask, "Don't worry, I listen to you very much."

If she brute force herself to the wall, she will only tear the wound. She is not stupid.

When Rourou heard Jiang Zhimian's voice, he was very happy, got up from the ground, and rushed towards her.

It was clear that I hadn't seen him for a few days, but Flesh had grown up again, the stripes on his body were very shiny, and the hair all over his body was soft, like a giant plush toy.

"Fatty." Jiang Zhimian licked the top of his head with his tongue, and the ingots were scattered directly on the temples, and the hairpins fell directly to the ground.

In this regard, tigers are the same as cats, with barbs on their tongues, so when licking his hair, Jiang Zhimian's hairstyle was directly messed up.

Jiang Zhimian couldn't help being angry and funny, holding Rourou with one hand and wanting to lick her mouth again, and holding her messy hair with the other.

"Okay, stop messing around."

Rourou couldn't understand this, and thought he was playing with him, the more he stopped, the more he wanted to come forward.

Lian Yun slowly descended the ladder, and whistled at Rourou, and Rourou immediately became honest.

Not only was he honest, but he even ran to sit down in front of her, staring at her eagerly with his two big eyes.

Before Jiang Zhimian could speak, she explained to herself, "Don't get me wrong, it's not tamed, but every time I ask him to eat, he will blow the whistle. After a long time, when he hears the whistle, he thinks it's time to eat .”

Jiang Zhimian nodded, "Oh oh oh."

Sure enough, foodie knows no borders or races.

Jiang Zhimian put the hairpin in his mouth and bit it, raised his hands up, trying to comb back the scattered ingots.

Unfortunately, the workmanship is not good, and there is no bronze mirror in front of me, so I have tried for a long time but still can't get it done.

Just when she was discouraged and was about to untie everything and tie it into a braid, Lian Yun stepped forward.

"Let me help you. When I was a child, my mother taught me how to comb the temples of ingots. I still have some impressions." Lian Yun said.

Jiang Zhimian didn't refuse, "Okay, then go sit in your room and comb."

It is a good choice to discuss while combing your hair.

The two moved to the room.

Facing a bronze mirror, Lian Yun began to get busy.

She has been on the battlefield all year round, and she has almost forgotten about grooming and grooming. Now she is also crossing the river by feeling the stones, and her movements are very slow.

Although slow, every step is still very meticulous.

"Your mother must have been very careful when teaching you, that's why you memorized it for so many years." Jiang Zhimian said.

Hearing this, Lian Yun's eyes dimmed, "Yeah, I'm really careful..."

(End of this chapter)