She became rich after being dressed as a group pet

Chapter 62

Jiang Zhimian made up the picture.

Black hair all over the face... well, the savage can't be more savage.

"Father, it's not for black hair, it's for moisturizing, it's good for the skin." Jiang Zhimian simply explained.

Jiang Nu said, "Then I'll move these to the shed for you, and when your second aunt comes back from the field, I'll pick them up for you."

"Father, that's Jiang's small workshop." Jiang Zhimian corrected seriously.

Although it is just a small temporary shed, the name cannot be broken.

In the future, Jiang's small workshop will become Jiang's big workshop.

Then, open Jiang's skin care shop, make it into a national chain, and sell it to neighboring countries!
Will the day when I become rich be far behind?
Hearing this, Jiang Nu smiled naively, scratched his head and said, "Father has no brains, and can't always remember these things. Fortunately, you have inherited your mother's intelligence. It is so good to choose any name, and you can come up with such a name." A way to make more money."

Having said that, I suddenly choked up a little, "It would be great if your mother was still here. If she knows you are so good, she must be very happy."

"Mother is alive, she must be happy for me now." Jiang Zhimian reached out to pat him on the back, "After we deliver the goods, let's buy something to worship mother."

Even if she has no impression of the original owner's mother, after all, she has become Jiang Zhimian now, so she should do her filial piety for Jiang Zhimian.

Jiang Nu quickly agreed, and walked away with the basket.

But Jiang Zhimian stood where he was, feeling a little puzzled in his heart.

She has been here for so long, and everyone has heard the story, but they don't know much about this "mother".

All I know is that her name is Song Yuejian, she is a maid who fled here, and she has a lot of ink in her stomach.

Take Liu Qiaoer's two sons as an example.

Zhaowen and Gufu were both named by Song Yuejian.

Especially Gufu, who borrowed Ling Gufu, the famous general of the Yue Kingdom, Da Sima.

A servant girl who knows so many things, it can be seen that the place to stay is not too bad.

But since it wasn't bad, how could he escape?
Could it be that like Chi Mohan, he was persecuted and forced to hide in this small mountain village?
Thinking wildly, shouts have already been heard from the small workshop not far away.

Jiang Zhimian had no choice but to put away his thoughts and walked over.

As soon as she got to the shed, she saw Liu Qiaoer secretly stuffing Polygonum multiflorum in her pocket.

"Second aunt, take out the things." Jiang Zhimian reached out to her helplessly.

There are only so many Polygonum multiflorum, and it will be wasted in the process of processing, and the part that can be made into finished products is pitifully small.

I really can't stand Liu Qiaoer stealing the crutches.

But Liu Qiaoer pretended to be confused, "What, what are you taking?"

"Second Aunt, I know you want to use Polygonum multiflorum to cure your gray hair, but the raw Polygonum multiflorum is poisonous, if you eat it casually, you will die." Jiang Zhimian lowered his voice, intentionally speaking the last sentence very seriously.

And when she heard that someone was going to die, Liu Qiaoer was so frightened that she quickly took out Polygonum multiflorum.

"I... I won't die if I touch it, right?" Liu Qiaoer asked in a panic.

Jiang Zhimian took the Polygonum multiflorum and threw it back into the basket with serious eyes, "It won't die, but there is a place that will turn black."

"Ah? Is it hair?" Liu Qiaoer was stunned.

Jiang Zhimian told her solemnly, "It's conscience."

Second Aunt, you have a very dark conscience when you start with the raw materials of the small family workshop!

(End of this chapter)