Liu Qing looked at Jiang Wanwan in surprise, "They even made an osmanthus-scented one!"

She eagerly picked up the osmanthus-scented mosquito coil to examine it, and when she saw the pattern on the bag, she was so surprised that she couldn't close her mouth. "Sister, this bag of yours is really cleverly designed. Look at these dead mosquitoes, they look so lifelike, just like the real ones."

It must have taken a lot of effort to draw these patterns, right?

Jiang Wanwan smiled but didn't say anything.

These were bought wholesale from the mall; it didn't take any effort at all.

Liu Qing admired the young girl in front of him even more.

At such a young age, she has shouldered the responsibility of supporting her family and possesses such remarkable drawing skills; this little girl must be no ordinary person.

Thinking this, Liu Qing quickly opened the mosquito coil bag and took out a roll of mosquito coils.

The mosquito coil in my hand had a pleasingly uniform appearance. Each coil maintained an almost identical distance from the adjacent coils, with the same width and uniform thickness, completely unlike the uneven appearance of the last one; its shape was practically perfect.

Liu Qing was overjoyed; only mosquito coils like these could match the style of her shop.

Jiang Wanwan took out a tinderbox from her crossbody bag. "Sister, this osmanthus-scented mosquito coil smells so good. Just light a small piece and the whole room will be filled with the fragrance of osmanthus. It's perfect for ladies and young women in their boudoirs. Here, let me light it for you to smell."

Liu Qing handed the osmanthus-scented mosquito coil to Jiang Wanwan. Jiang Wanwan untied the cap of the tinderbox, puffed out her cheeks, and blew on it to light it. Instantly, the faint sparks leaped merrily, transforming into a bright flame.

Jiang Wanwan held the tinderbox close to the mosquito coil, the flame gently licking one end of the coil, and soon the mosquito coil was lit.

A wisp of smoke rose from the top of the mosquito coil, curling upwards before slowly dissipating, leaving a pleasant fragrance in the room.

Liu Qing gently sniffed, a pleasant osmanthus fragrance lingering around her nose. She said with a look of delight, "This osmanthus-scented mosquito coil smells really good."

Jiang Wanwan's face was full of bright smiles. "Not only does it smell good, but its mosquito-repelling effect is also top-notch. If you want different scented mosquito coils, just tell me, and I'll make them according to your requirements."

Ruixiangju was the largest spice shop in the county, selling at least a hundred kinds of spices. Liu Qing certainly wouldn't be satisfied with such a limited selection of mosquito coils.

In ancient times, spices were expensive and not something ordinary families could afford. Therefore, Jiang Wanwan only produced and sold ordinary and osmanthus-scented spices and did not want to go through the trouble of developing other types of spices.

However, Liu Qing's shop targets the high-end market, and his daily customers are wealthy families. These families may not have much else, but they have plenty of money. Unlike ordinary families who prioritize cost-effectiveness, they value quality.

Therefore, they would also love to buy mosquito coils with other scents that can both repel mosquitoes and satisfy their daily incense needs.

Upon hearing this, Liu Qing's eyes lit up, and he asked in surprise, "Is it really possible?"

"Of course! Whatever scent you want, sister, is fine with me." Jiang Wanwan nodded firmly, looking at her with a grin.

Spices were expensive in ancient times, but those in the market were not expensive at all. You could buy a dozen grams and make several kilograms of mosquito coils, which you could then sell to Liu Qing at a high price.