Chu Yuening plans to develop two types of soap.

One type is soap for the rich, which requires expensive materials such as lard and spices, and is then packaged in exquisite wooden boxes, making it look high-end and classy.

One is pig pancreas soap for the common people. It only requires pig pancreas and wood ash. It is affordable, can remove dirt and sterilize, and is mainly characterized by good quality and low price.

But this does not mean that pig pancreas soap is worse than soap.

Pig pancreas is rich in active molecules, which can not only effectively remove oil stains and dirt, but also has the effects of reducing swelling and relieving pain, preventing and treating chapped skin, and stopping dandruff and itching. It is a purely natural skin care product.

As a handmade blogger, Chu Yuening naturally knew how to make soap, but she did not make it herself. Instead, she wrote down the recipe and gave it to the students of the business school.

"Hey, done!"

"Yuening makes the best use of everything and everyone's talents."

Looking at the woman's smug little face, Ying Zheng raised the corners of his eyes slightly, pinched her nose, and teased her.

The thin calluses on her fingertips rubbed the tip of her nose, causing an itch. Chu Yuening pushed away the rebellious hand, covered her nose and let out a soft moan.

"A Zheng, I'm tapping into their potential and fostering their creativity."

"After all, business people need to be smart, not to mention that they are all potential future factory managers!"

Ying Zheng's smile remained unchanged, but a hint of surprise and thought flashed across his deep eyes.

There are so many students in the business school. Could it be that Yue Ning plans to open factories all over the country?

The two of them had a tacit understanding, and Ying Zheng rarely concealed his thoughts, so he stared intently at those bright eyes.

"Yuening plans to set up factories across the country?"

"Yes, the factory in Xianyang is already on track. With the successful experience, we can try to set up factories in other counties."

"Hey, this is called the rich leading the poor."

Chu Yuening spoke very logically, but when she caught a glimpse of the man's furrowed brows, her starry eyes, which had originally been full of light, dimmed a little.

She just thought that A Zheng disagreed, so she continued to persuade him.

"A Zheng, look at the prosperity of Xianyang today. The people live and work in peace and contentment, with plenty of food and clothing."

"This shows that factories not only boost a region's economy, but also provide jobs and stabilize people's livelihoods."

"Only in this way can the Qin Dynasty flourish throughout the country, rather than just Xianyang being the only one that thrives."

Noticing the woman's anxious look, Ying Zheng picked her up, held her in his arms and comforted her gently.

"Yuening, I know the benefits of the factory."

"But I'm worried that people will become so eager to do this that they'll abandon farming."

“Agriculture will always be the foundation of a country, no matter what.”

The man spoke in a steady and calm tone as he expressed his views. Chu Yuening was stunned for a moment.

Indeed, food is the most important thing for people. If we cannot fill our stomachs, what good is all that money? Prosperity is nothing but a castle in the air.

Aren’t the vivid examples in history enough to alert her?

Chu Yuening raised her head slightly and fell into those deep phoenix eyes, as if there was a vast starry sky hidden in them.

She was once again shocked by A Zheng's foresight and wisdom that transcended his time.

"A Zheng, I was reckless..."

"Yuening, your idea is not wrong, it just needs some preparation."

Ying Zheng touched the drooping little head, his expression still gentle, and a strong confidence emanating from his whole body.

No one is perfect, and his Yue Ning is already powerful enough. He will make up for some minor shortcomings for her after her death.

Warmth and security came from the broad big hand. Chu Yuening rubbed his palm affectionately, and her anxious mood gradually calmed down.

After a while, Chu Yuening regained her vitality. She put her arms around the man's neck, her eyes full of anticipation.

"A Zheng, so what kind of preparation do you need?"

Ying Zheng lowered his eyes to gaze at the pretty beauty in his arms, kissed the corner of her curved lips, and then responded in a gentle voice.

“Just control food prices.”

Low grain prices hurt farmers. If the income from a year of hard work is still not enough to feed a family, farmers will look for other ways to make a living.

With the large-scale cultivation of sweet potatoes, the grain market has become extremely saturated, resulting in a continuous decline in grain prices.

As early as before the autumn harvest, Ying Zheng ordered the Internal Secretary Zhili to control the price of grain and not let it fall too low, so as to prevent farmers from reducing their farming next year.

Hearing this, Chu Yuening suddenly understood, and her starry eyes lit up. She held the man's handsome face and proposed excitedly.

"A Zheng, we can develop the regional economy!"

"Hmm? What is regional economy?"

"Well, in short... where it's suitable to grow cotton, grow cotton; where it's suitable to grow grain, grow grain."

"The two complement each other and balance prices. In this way, farmers can cultivate, workers can produce, the economy of various regions and even the whole country can flow, and Daqin will develop rapidly."

A novel idea emerged in Ying Zheng's mind. He pursed his thin lips, and the light in his phoenix eyes became brighter and brighter.

Although Chu Yuening felt that she had not explained it completely, after observing the excitement between the man's brows, she knew that he understood.

Chu Yuening couldn't help but cover her lips and laugh, hehe, her Ah Zheng is really smart, and she has a tacit understanding with him.

In the afternoon, the business school students finished recording the fermentation of soy sauce as usual.

"Brother Zhang, did you smell the fragrance just now?"

Qian Duo closed his eyes and carefully felt the aroma of the sauce lingering at the tip of his nose, with an expression that seemed a little intoxicated.

Although he was not good at cooking, he was extremely sensitive to food and was able to keenly capture the slightest hint of fragrance that leaked out.

The student named Zhang stopped, rubbed his chin and began to reminisce.

“It does seem to have a unique fragrance.”

"Hey, why don't I smell it?"

"Ahem, maybe Brother Li's nose isn't very sensitive..."

"Nonsense! The soy sauce clearly needs another month to ferment. You must be smelling it wrong."

Just as several people were arguing, a business school student ran up to them, panting.

"Huhu~ Why are you still here? The teacher assigned a new research project!"

"They say they're going to develop something called soap that can clean away grease and dirt."

"Soap?!"

Everyone exclaimed in surprise, how could it have such a strange name? And it could actually clean stains.

As time gradually approached dusk, the gentle twilight sprinkled on the tree-lined academy, making it look quiet and beautiful.

However, the silence was broken by a series of dull and regular "dong dong" sounds.

Qian Duo rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, held a wooden hammer in his hand, and repeatedly pounded the pig pancreas spread on the bluestone slab.

The pink pig intestines were mashed into a paste. The scene was horrific, and the fishy smell surrounded the students.

Everyone present had a pale face, covered their noses and held their breath.

After a while, Qian Duo saw that it was almost done, so he put down the hammer and smiled evilly at the others.

"Okay, it's your turn to take action."

After hearing this, the students walked towards the paste with a fearless attitude and reached out their hands. The cold and sticky touch made them shiver.

Hiss... Can this thing really be used to cleanse your face and bathe?

They would rather die than use such disgusting things...