Wen Xin cleaned up the kitchen in the morning, swept the hall, wiped the table and mopped the floor. He Wenyan likes to wear light-colored clothes, perhaps because of her profession. She loves cleanliness, so the clothes she wears must be spotless, so she usually washes them by hand, probably because she is afraid that Wen Xin will not wash them clean enough.
Wen Xin is quite afraid of washing clothes. In this day and age, there are no washing machines. Li Weihong said that she uses alkali to wash clothes.
This was unbelievable to her. It showed how poor people were in that era. Soap and synthetic laundry detergent were luxury items here, things that most families didn't even have!
Fortunately, the Yan family was considered a wealthy and powerful family in that era. They had no shortage of food, clothing, housing and daily necessities, and they even had soap and laundry detergent. Otherwise, she really wouldn't know how to use alkali for washing. After washing the clothes she and Yan Miaomiao had taken off, she specially used essential oils to care for her hands.
There was basically no one at the Yan family's house during the day, so she could have a nice nap. She slept until two in the afternoon, and the feeling of waking up naturally was simply wonderful.
It was not until after two o'clock that I started to sit on the shady stone platform in the yard, looking at the scenery while lazily cracking hazelnuts. Yes, I used a small hammer to crack them one by one.
She even threw two into her mouth. It turns out that wild ones are really delicious. She thought about it, quickened her pace, and smashed a bowl of hazelnut kernels. Then she took them to the kitchen, fried them on the fire, and crushed them hard with a stone pestle. The filling was made of peanut kernels, hazelnut crumbs and syrup. She kneaded a piece of dough and added the oil extracted from the system to make shortening.
In fact, she was just craving for butter pie, so she made three fillings at random: hazelnut and peanut syrup filling, chicken and cabbage filling, and red bean paste and egg yolk filling.
When she was in high school, she worked in a breakfast restaurant near her aunt's house during the winter and summer vacations. The boss used to be a pastry chef, but later he started his own small business. Wen Xin helped there during the holidays and learned many pastry making methods. To her, these were all simple, without the various ingredients added in later times, so they tasted authentic.
She was frying three or five of them in a pot, and in another pot she was making a small pork ribs and tofu soup, adding a spoonful of seaweed extracted by the system. This would make the tofu particularly tender and the soup very delicious.
Just as she covered the pot, she heard someone calling her from outside the open window of the kitchen, "Wenxin, Wenxin!"
Li Weihong was jumping around at the gate and waving at her.
As soon as she walked out of the door, she saw that she was accompanied by two unfamiliar people, who were standing at the door waiting for her.
"This is Instructor Liu's sister-in-law, and this is Xiao Sun's wife from the logistics department. They want to inquire about the facial oil..." Li Weihong felt embarrassed. Wen Xin had clearly told only her, and she should have kept it a secret. But the oil was so fragrant that the scent wouldn't dissipate for most of the day after applying it on the face. It also made the face feel particularly comfortable and smooth to the touch. When someone asked, she accidentally let the secret slip.
Wen Xin understood immediately. Looking at the two people in front of her, she immediately showed a harmless, service-like smile and extended her hand to them, "Hello, hello..." Whether she could make her first pot of gold today depended on these two people.
The two were stunned by Wen Xin. It was too serious, and they even shook hands. But it didn't feel bad. After shaking hands with Wen Xin, they smiled and said, "I heard from Wei Hong that the facial oil she used was from you? She also said that this is a recipe passed down from the palace. Is it true?"
The instructor's sister-in-law with short hair was the first to ask.
What is the recipe for the concubines in the palace? That was a product of the system, which she prepared by herself. Wen Xin responded without blinking, "I have a great aunt who was a maid in the palace and served many nobles..."
Wen Xin talked a lot to the two of them, with saliva flying all over the place. The setting in the book was that in order for this supporting character to gain a foothold in the Yan family and pave the way for the heroine, he was given the skills and background of a great aunt in the palace. As a result, he was now completely exploited by Wen Xin.
Even women of this era attach great importance to their appearance. No matter how poor they are, even if they don't eat or drink, they will still buy a bottle of facial cream to maintain their appearance. The love of beauty is a woman's nature.
In addition, the concubines in the palace who liked this thing, the imperial concubine, kept praising it. Finally, she took the thing out, tried it on the backs of two people's hands, and then demonstrated it on herself. She originally made it for her own use, so there should be a natural fragrance on her body.
Show them his face and arms. Ji Zhi lifted up his clothes, revealing his snow-white flat belly and slender waist curve, and used his real body to prove the effect of this thing.
In the end, they were tricked into buying two boxes each, and Wen Xin got the huge sum of "twenty" yuan as she wished, five yuan per box.
She also silently calculated that in this era, a box of pearl cream for five yuan is already considered good. If it is more expensive, it will probably drive away customers.
Watching the two people leave happily, Wen Xin secretly admired them. After all, it was a big compound and the families had a lot of money. Her words were not in vain. With the purchasing power of that era, five yuan was equivalent to one hundred yuan, which was a purchasing power that was not common among ordinary people.
Just as Wen Xin was swinging the bills back and forth, shining them against the light as if she had never seen money of this era, a voice beside her said sternly, "Are you short of money?"
It scared her.
When she turned around, she saw Yan Zeyang, who was wearing a neat military uniform. He had come to her side at some point. When he looked at her, his eyes were deep and focused, and he seemed a little unhappy. What was he unhappy about?
Could it be that my expression, as if I hadn't seen money for hundreds of years, had destroyed the feng shui of his doorstep? Wen Xin pouted and put the money away. "How can I not be short of money? You know the situation of the Wen family. I didn't have a penny when I came to your house..."
What are you pretending for? If he wanted to deal with the Wen family, he must have read the Wen family files a long time ago. He probably checked all the family assets and wanted to clean up slowly. So he knew what the original owner's situation was like in the Wen family. He had not been in the home of the Wen couple since he was a child. He was thrown to be raised by others like a wild animal. He became the scapegoat of the Wen family just one month after he was brought back.
Whether you have money or not is as clear as lice on a bald head.
After she finished speaking, Yama's originally unhappy expression froze for a moment, but it returned to normal in just one second.
Wen Xin followed him back to the yard. The aroma of hazelnut pie was wafting through the house. Wen Xin went to the kitchen and served the soup.
Not long after, Yan Motou came down from upstairs with something like a notebook in his hand. When he saw her, he took out a stack of money from the notebook and handed it to Wen Xin.
Wen Xin was stunned. This...
"Aren't you short of money?" He glanced at her. "Here, buy some snacks. Consider it your advance allowance."
Allowance is salary? You should know that his monthly allowance as a team leader is only 180 yuan. Don’t underestimate it as a mere 100 yuan. It is said that its purchasing power is equivalent to 3,000 yuan?
Wen Xin was now extremely poor, so of course she was short of money. She looked at the ten ten-yuan bills between her slender fingers and was somewhat reserved. After all, she had only planned to stay for a month, but now she was taking three months' advance salary. This didn't seem right...
"No, no need, Captain Yan." She pushed the money in his hand and his hand towards him, saying, "I don't spend much money here, so I don't need..."
Wen Xin was used to the modern life and didn't feel anything when hands touched each other. But in this era, holding hands was a very intimate act. Unconsciously, she put her hands together with his and pulled them, pushing away the money.
The small hand pinched the back of his hand, it was soft and smooth, the skin was like solidified jade, the fingertips were like bamboo shoots, and the wrist was like white lotus root. Yan Zeyang had never been held by a woman like this before.
He coughed, looked at her, and pulled his hand back calmly.
Huh? Wen Xin's eyes were still on the money. When she tried to refuse, she wanted to say, "Push, push, push it again. After two more pushes, she would take it." But just as she was about to take it, the other party stopped pushing. She looked at the bills reluctantly and they returned to the book. She regretted it so much that her intestines turned green.
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