Serial 79: send away Xuan Yuanhao, making soap in the cloud, ready to do business and families to get rich

In the clouds, the figure of Xuanyuan Hao gradually faded away, and she had no doubt about the ability of Xuanyuan Hao. He had the charm of a military commander who had climbed high and raised his arms. As soon as his command came out, thousands of troops would be willing to take the risk of Yashi stone and fight courageously for him.

Just thinking that he was sixteen years old, he would shoulder the important task of revenging the country and avenging himself, and would live a life of adding blood to the edge of the knife. In modern times, children of his age, or middle school students, learn happily under the care of their parents. On the other hand, he carries a heavy burden that does not belong to his age, and life is too cruel to him.

Xiongguan is really like iron, and now he is taking a step from the beginning.

On a winter night, the boat-like moon ripples in the dark blue sky, and Shili Village, shrouded in darkness, seems to be sleeping, looking particularly quiet.

In the Yang family's hut, the wooden door was gently closed, the candle was still glowing yellow, and the clouds were not yet asleep, busily busy making soap.

Based on her memories of high school chemistry in a previous life, she once made handmade soap in the laboratory. In ancient times, it was very inconvenient to wash clothes because there was no detergent such as washing powder. In order to solve this problem, based on the memory of a previous life, she prepared the tools for making soap and did the experiment again. She rolled up her high sleeves, put the acacia seeds soaked in water into a large iron mold, and repeatedly beat them with a polished white stick until the acacia was broken to pieces, and then tripped with a certain proportion of soda ash. When she finished the work, it was the middle of the night, and she dragged herself to sleep with the lights out.

The next morning, when she got up, wearing a thick dress to resist the majestic cold, she ran into the yard and saw that a large piece of white handmade soap condensed into the iron mold. Yang Yunduan looked out and picked up his sword. cut a large piece of soap into a dozen small pieces of soap, then wash the dirty clothes soaked in the plate with soap, and rub the clothes repeatedly with delicate jade hands. I saw a mass of white foam coming out of the clothes. And mixed with the fragrance of Gleditsia.

It worked! The cloud danced with excitement and slapped Father Yang's door: "Dad, get up, I've made laundry soap!"

When Father Yang was awakened, he put on his clothes and opened the door. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and said, "Girl, if you don't sleep well, you will wake your father up early in the morning."

Yang Yunduan put a piece of white soap into his father's hand: "Dad, this is soap, you see, with it, we will wash clothes quickly and clean again."

Father Yang was skeptical. He washed clothes himself with soap, and only saw some stains that could not be washed off. After evenly applying a thin layer of soap, it was easy to wash clean. This soap is really precious.

Father Yang smiled from ear to ear, touched Yang Yunduan's hair and red eyes and said, "the clouds in my family are getting smarter and more capable, but it's a pity that your mother who died early will no longer see you," he said in a choked tone.

Her big eyes filled with tears, and she held her father's rough hands, which had been doing farm work for years: "Dad, we can sell soap on the street. If business is good, I also plan to expand production and sell soap everywhere. I will earn a lot of money to support you and your brother and let you live a rich life."

Father Yang naturally believes that his daughter has this strength, and father and daughter are full of longing for a happy life in the future.