After hearing what Mu Xingzhi said, Su Qingluan glared at him fiercely.
Mu Xingzhi's expression was very innocent, as if asking, "Why are you glaring at me?" Su Qingluan snorted and laughed, "You're pretending to be confused, aren't you?"
Glancing outside, she still felt a little hesitant and lowered her voice, "After all, this is a question of tax rates. If the tax burden of a hundred people is placed on ten, it would be a miracle if they weren't crushed to death."
Judging from the overall living standards of Huaxi Village before the time travel, even if they were not crushed to death, they were at least half-dead.
Su Qingluan waved her hands irritably. "I don't even bother thinking about such complicated matters. Those important people should worry about them. I just want these villagers who treat my family so well to live a better life, at least to get through the coming winter peacefully. I'll be content."
She couldn't care less about other things, nor did she want to. She was just a farmer's daughter with a little wealth, and she couldn't afford to worry about such things.
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan felt annoyed and took a sip of tea.
Seeing this, Mu Xingzhi quickly raised his hand to stop him: "Wait a minute——"
"Puff!" It was too late. Although the tea Su Qingluan drank wasn't scalding hot, it was still very hot. Instantly, her entire mouth felt numb from the heat. A layer of skin peeled off her tongue and upper teeth, causing her to gasp for air.
Mu Xingzhi rang the bell outside, and a moment later Song Bo came in. Mu Xingzhi ordered, "Bring some ice water."
Song Bo looked at the spray of water in front of Su Qingluan, and then saw her gasping for air. He roughly knew what the reason was. Just as he was about to agree and leave, Su Qingluan hurriedly stopped him: "Song Bo, wait a minute!"
Because her tongue was so painful, she couldn't help but stick it out in the air in her mouth, making her tongue sound a little unclear.
Su Qingluan didn't care about her funny appearance. She endured the pain and said in a series of words, "If you have a weighing device, could you please weigh two qian of salt and put it in two jin of water? If it's too little and hard to weigh, you can increase it according to the proportion. As long as it's this ratio, it will be fine."
Two qian of salt equals ten grams, and two jin of water equals one kilogram, which is about one thousand milliliters. This creates a salty solution with a concentration close to that of normal saline. This salty solution is more effective than pure water for gargling and sterilizing, helping burns heal faster.
However, since it is just gargling and not injection, there is no need to strictly follow the concentration ratio of saline solution.
Probably because it was the first time since he was scalded that Song Bo saw such a request. He was stunned for a moment and glanced at Mu Xingzhi.
Mu Xingzhi lowered his eyes slightly, and Song Bo nodded and turned to prepare.
Su Qingluan gasped for air due to the sip of hot tea and naturally did not notice the subtle interaction between the master and servant, which was almost motionless.
Su Qingluan just sighed and gasped for a long time, and Song Bo finally brought the light salt water that Su Qingluan had mentioned, and was also very considerate and brought Su Qingluan an empty teacup.
Su Qingluan understood that she was asked to rinse her mouth and spit it out, so she rinsed her mouth and thanked him gratefully.
She naturally understood that Mu Xingzhi would pay attention to the proportion of the light salt water, but it was better than waiting for more serious burns. Besides, light salt water did not require much technical skills, so she could just tell him.
With this in mind, when Su Qingluan heard Mu Xingzhi ask why she had used two qian of salt to two liang of water, she said, "Actually, it should be one qian and eight liang to be more accurate... Well, I saw in some books that salt water with this ratio is helpful for gargling with oral ulcers or wounds."
Su Qingluan thought there should be a lot of water left in the two kilograms, so she looked up and said, "Uncle Song, don't throw away the remaining light salt water. It's very effective for gargling after meals."
Song Bo smiled and nodded: "Oh, I understand." Then he took the things Su Qingluan had used to rinse her mouth and went out.
Although Su Qingluan still felt a little pain in her mouth at this time, after drinking ice water and rinsing her mouth with light salt water, it was much better than at the beginning.
However, if her mouth left the ice, it would feel hot, so she simply bit a thumb-sized ice cube on her tongue and mumbled, "I want a unique design for the 'Su Ji' trademark. Ideally, something I've never seen before, but not too weird. It has to be beautiful."
After all, if it is too non-mainstream, it will certainly be impressive, but if it does not follow the public aesthetic, it is estimated that a considerable number of people will reject it because of its ugliness.
Mu Xingzhi listened to Su Qingluan's imaginative new request while casually writing it down with a brush.
Although it was not the first time she saw this man writing, Su Qingluan, with her limited but not too bad calligraphy skills, thought that this guy's running script could definitely put those so-called "experts" from various "associations and groups" to shame.
“Let’s use this font.”
"Hmm?" Mu Xingzhi paused and raised his head.
"Let's not talk about the color and other effects for now. Just use your current font. It looks pretty good." Su Qingluan grinned.
Upon hearing this, Mu Xingzhi wrote down the words "Su Ji" and asked, "Is this all right?"
Su Qingluan looked at the cursive script of the two traditional Chinese characters and said, "Well, we'll use this font, but the rendering effect needs to be redesigned later, as well as the color scheme and so on." Moreover, if it is to be used as a trademark, it is impossible to have only two words. We must also design a packaging background and so on.
"What color?"
Su Qingluan paused, then recalled the popular memes on the internet in her past life and laughed so hard her teeth showed: "For example... colorful black or something..."
Mu Xingzhi naturally didn't know Su Qingluan was playing a malicious trick, and only frowned slightly: "Colorful means rich colors, but black can swallow up all colors. How can there be colorful black?"
Su Qingluan laughed even more happily after hearing this: "But what if I really want it?"
Mu Xingzhi could see that Su Qingluan was joking, but after thinking about it, he turned and walked into the room. After a moment, he came back with something that looked like cloth in his hand.
When it was spread out, it was a piece of cloth about five inches square.
This fabric is somewhat similar to the satin that Zhang Ma wore before, but it is obviously of more than one grade - because the material Zhang Ma wore only shone in the light, while this fabric not only shone with irregular colorful light, but also with gorgeous and complex dark patterns.
The dark pattern looked different under different lighting conditions and at different angles. Mu Xingzhi smiled and said, "Can this be considered 'multicolored black'?"
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