Charm?
Mu Qingyun reached out and took it, then looked at the red lines drawn with a red pen on it, and was momentarily dazed.
What kind of era is this? Why does even something like this exist?
Isn't this kind of thing something that storytellers just make up for fun? It's actually true!
"You guys invented this?"
"Yes, I invented it." Shu looked at her shocked expression and thought to himself, "She really looks like she's never seen anything like this before and is so worthless."
"All you need to do is inject your fire into it." Yin glanced at Shu. Although Shu's face was covered by a black cloak and his expression was not visible, he knew that Shu's face must be full of smugness.
His younger brother, though not particularly capable, is very skilled at making things and inventing.
Hearing this, Mu Qingyun looked down at the talismans in her hand, counted them, and found there were about ten.
She raised her right hand and pulled out a talisman. Flames emerged from her palm and, guided by her, drilled into the talisman.
Before long, the talisman was full, and the flames were crowded back into her palm.
"How do you use this?" Holding the talisman, she was filled with curiosity. She used to find it amusing to see children who had listened to storytelling of immortals holding a tattered piece of paper on the street and reciting half-baked incantations.
Unexpectedly, one day she actually saw such a thing.
“Just draw a hand gesture on the back of the talisman,” Shu said, extending his hand towards her. “I wasted a lot of high-quality materials to make ten of these. You’ll be famous yourself, so don’t try to take them from us.”
"I didn't mean to steal it, I just found it interesting and became curious." Mu Qingyun glanced at the talisman again, then handed it back. "This thing can only be used once?"
"Hmm, it wasted almost a year of my time and cost me millions to produce just ten." After putting away his precious talismans, he reached out and squeezed his storage bag.
You treasure it so much.
Mu Qingyun glanced down at the remaining talismans in her hand, and without saying a word, poured flames into them.
She patted the nine talismans in her hand and handed them to Shu.
But just as she was about to get it, she took it back.
"What are you doing?" He looked up, bewildered, as the talisman that was right in front of him was suddenly taken away. The black cloak concealed his confused expression.
If Mu Qingyun could see his expression, she would definitely chuckle. It seems that the black cloak not only helps him block out the sun, but also helps him cover up his occasional expressions that ruin his "persona".
“I can’t do this for nothing,” she said, clutching the talisman in her hand and turning to look at Yin. “I helped you, so you have to return the favor.”
requite?
Looking down at the talisman clutched in her hand, a hint of doubt flashed in his hidden eyes. "What do you want?"
"I'll give you a blueprint. You help me find someone to design something, and I'll pay for the materials." With that, she handed it over.
The fact that he gave her the talisman without waiting for a reply shows that he completely trusts her.
“Okay, give me the blueprint.” Shu took the talisman, and Yin readily agreed.
"Wait a minute." After receiving an affirmative reply, she quickly turned around and went back to the main house. She grabbed a piece of paper, drew a whip, and marked out the effect she wanted.
She quickly drew a diagram and handed it to Yin. "Alright, you can go now. I'll be waiting for you at the entrance to the maze every night at eight o'clock."
"Why don't we just come in and find you?" Upon hearing this, Shu felt that this action was utterly pointless and unnecessary.
"I've already said, the owner of this house doesn't welcome you." Mu Qingyun's face showed no sign of joking, and she truly wasn't.
The old man hated vampires the most when he was alive. His granddaughter was killed by a vampire, so she had nothing to do with these two, but she still didn't want them to come.
Strangely, upon hearing her words, Shu, who should have been angry, remained silent, since the old man's death was indeed related to him.
"If it's ready, I'll come find you at eight o'clock tonight."
Having achieved his goal, he didn't linger and left with Shu immediately.
She was all alone in the huge courtyard. She looked at the patch of land, squatted down, picked some soil, and put it into her storage bag.
Looking at the perfect sunlight, she took out all the plants from the storage bag and spread them on the ground.
She removed all the peppercorns and put them in a clean bucket.
Wait a minute, Sichuan peppercorns aren't only used as a seasoning.
Most oils in this era are animal fats, with only a small portion being synthesized from other substances.
If she were to make Sichuan peppercorn oil, the flavor would be enhanced, making it suitable for those who prefer stronger flavors.
Thinking this, she went to the kitchen and took a look.
The old man has a bucket of animal fat here, hmm, that's enough.
She took a clean basin, washed the peppercorns with a bucket, found a sunny spot, laid out a layer of paper on the ground, and put all the washed peppercorns on it.
If they're dried today, we can make Sichuan peppercorn oil tomorrow.
After sorting the remaining plants, she took out the fruits, washed them, found a bowl, put some of each kind in it, and then went to the memorial tablet she had set up for the old man and placed the bowl on it.
What a pity! If she had known this would happen, she would have taken out the fruit in the first place. The old man probably never ate fruit like this in his entire life.
Although the old man found uncontaminated land and what appeared to be real plants like chili peppers and garlic, he did not find any fruit seeds.
Holding the remaining fruit, she moved a stool, basked in the sun, and began to eat it.
Her phone kept ringing beside her, so she simply put it on silent and quietly enjoyed this leisurely time that was all hers.
The next morning, she set off to continue her search for plants.
Find some more, and once Yin has made the things from her blueprint, she can pack her things and go home.
She can start as a street vendor, selling goods at zero cost first, and then open a shop or something similar after making some money.
When she came back at noon, she made a simple meal and then focused on making her Sichuan peppercorn oil.
The peppercorns had been completely dried. She put them into a basin, added some imitation wood, and lit a flame with her right hand.
She added a lot of oil to the pot, and once it was hot, she used a ladle to scoop some oil and gently poured it over the Sichuan peppercorns.
As soon as the Sichuan peppercorns touched the oil, they made a slight sizzling sound. She poured the oil onto the peppercorns one spoonful at a time, and once all the oil was poured in, she separated the peppercorns from the oil.
The Sichuan peppercorn oil is ready.
She tapped the spoon against the bowl, smiled, and took a glass bottle to put the Sichuan peppercorn oil into it.
She went outside the yard and waited for a while. She was lucky and caught a few birds flying overhead.
My lovely babies, let's use this freshly made Sichuan peppercorn oil to satisfy you.
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