Everyone sorted and put away the mosquito coils.

She tallied the results: 650 rolls of regular mosquito coils were produced, and 325 rolls of mosquito coils mixed with osmanthus flower powder were produced.

These mosquito coils only used 15 jin of charcoal powder, a little over 7 jin of mugwort floss, and only 2-3 jin of dried tangerine peel powder and elm wood adhesive powder. Less than a jin of realgar was used.

All things considered, the cost isn't too high.

Jiang Wanwan was worried that the mosquito coils would get damp, so she simply put all the packaged mosquito coils in a wooden basin and then put it on the stove to dry in order to prevent them from getting damp.

Tonight's dinner will still be rice, plus a big bowl of scrambled eggs and a bowl of vegetables with pork cracklings.

Although there was no meat for dinner, everyone still ate to their heart's content.

Putting down her chopsticks, Jiang Wanwan said, "Tomorrow, my second uncle, fourth brother, and I will go to sell mosquito coils together."

Grandma Jiang strongly agreed, "It's good that the second son goes. He knows the town best, and he's quick-witted. He'd be perfect for helping to attract business."

Jiang Xun looked at Grandma Jiang expectantly, waiting for her to praise him too.

But Grandma Jiang said, "Xun'er can't do much work. It's good to let him help out so he won't hold us back."

Jiang Xun: "......"

"Grandma, I'm just not good at climbing mountains, but I work very hard at cutting mugwort," Jiang Xun retorted, unconvinced.

Jiang Jialin glanced at his son and patted him on the shoulder. "Yeah, you really put in a lot of effort. But you're using the same amount of strength as a little girl."

Jiang Xun gave his father a resentful look.

Is he not their biological child anymore?

Jiang Hehu and the other two laughed heartily without any politeness. "Jiang Xun, if you work with us more, you'll become much stronger."

Jiang Wanwan continued, "Father, you know how to make mosquito coils. Tomorrow, leave a few people at home to help make mosquito coils, and have some people go up the mountain to continue cutting mugwort and elm bark."

"That's good. It won't interfere with making mosquito coils or cutting mugwort," said Grandma Jiang.

The Jiang family gathered together and chatted for a while, discussing some other matters, before going to wash up.

After taking a shower, Jiang Wanwan returned to her room.

That day was filled with tasks like crushing charcoal, crushing mugwort, and squeezing mosquito coils. It was quite tiring, especially since my hands were sore.

However, she was still very excited at the thought of going to town to sell mosquito coils tomorrow.

Thinking about how the packaging problem for mosquito coils hadn't been solved yet, Jiang Wanwan directly opened the online store and started browsing.

Finally, she decided to buy oil paper bags for packaging.

Oil paper bags still exist in this era, and no one will notice anything amiss.

However, the surface of the oil paper bag was completely empty, without any patterns or words.

Jiang Wanwan thought that if the product is important, then the product packaging is also important.

Since they're going to do it, they might as well create their own brand. Even if others imitate them in making and selling mosquito coils in the future, as long as their own brand is well-known, they won't be afraid of others following suit!

With this in mind, Jiang Wanwan directly ordered a custom design from the online store.

The bag was labeled "Jiangji Mosquito Coil" at the front, with a lit mosquito coil underneath, and several dead mosquitoes on the ground. Next to it was written, "Light a mosquito coil, and sleep soundly at night."

She sent her custom design to customer service, and shortly after, the online store's customer service sent her a rendering.

Jiang Wanwan was very satisfied after seeing the renderings.

If Lao Jiang's family asks about this tomorrow, she should say that she stayed up all night to draw it.

Without hesitation, she ordered over a thousand oil paper bags, which cost her less than thirty yuan.

Jiang Wanwan put the oil paper bag into her basket, lit a mosquito coil mixed with osmanthus mosquito coil powder, and then fell into a deep sleep while hugging her quilt.