Transmigration: The Peasant Makeup Artist

After dinner, the family of three went back home.

On the way back, Li Mo silently calculated in his heart how much money the family needs now.

The clothes of a family of three are all broken and can’t be worn. Everyone must have two new sets of clothes to change; there are basically no pots and pans in the house, so you have to buy a new set; there is also a house that will collapse in the next second. Yes, people will definitely not be able to live in the rain, they must be repaired; the most important thing is Song Dashan's legs, which must be treated as soon as possible, and it cannot be delayed for long.

Thinking about it this way, Li Mo discovered that there are so many things that are urgently needed for silver, and it is impossible to achieve these without 50 taels of silver. She only costs 15 yuan for a makeup. How long will it take to relieve the current embarrassment?

No, she still has to think about how to make money.

Li Mo racked his brains to think about what could be made by hand in this era. At this moment, he accidentally glanced and found that there were clusters of blooming rose flowers growing under the fence on the roadside. Mo's eyes lit up, and a way came out in his mind.

For a person who has devoted his life to researching beauty, how could he not make some perfume and balm methods? She only remembered now that she could still make some balm and sell it as perfume.

Women in this era also like to use incense. There are many ointments sold specifically to women in the powder shop. If you put a little on the body, it will exude a fragrance, which is quite popular among women. However, this ointment can be regarded as a luxury. A small box costs at least 15 cents, and only those women with money in the family are willing to buy them, and wives in the village are willing to buy such expensive things, at most they stuff some dried flowers in their purses.

Li Mo knows how to make a simple balm. The raw materials are only flowers that can be seen everywhere, and the cost is very small. Then, she can make it and sell it to the daughter-in-law in the village at a low price. Everyone does not love beauty, but just reluctant to buy it. If she sells it at a price far cheaper than the powder shop, everyone is definitely willing to buy it.

Thinking of this, Li Mo's heart warmed up again, instantly full of motivation, and hurriedly ran to the clusters of rose flowers, lowered his head and smelled it, then touched it again, thinking about the production steps.

Little Treasure saw Li Mo smelling and touching the flowers, and hurriedly ran over to smell the flowers with his short legs. However, he was small and short and couldn't reach the flowers, so he was jumping around in anxious manner. Mo looked funny, bent over to pick him up, leaned close to the flowers to let him smell, and the little guy in Xi sniffed hard, as if trying to **** the flowers into his nose.

Song Dashan also came over and asked Li Mo, "What's wrong? Like these flowers?"

Li Mo did not answer, but asked Song Dashan: "Brother Dashan, are there many rose flowers in the village?"

Song Dashan shook his head, "There are not many flowers in the village. Most of them are planted in their own yard by some people. Usually they don't grow much, but there are many in the back mountains."

Li Mo was happy, and asked, "Is there any Jinhua in the back mountain?"

Song Dashan frowned suspiciously, "What is Zhijinhua? I don't seem to have heard of it."

Li Mo thought to himself that this kind of plant is quite common, shouldn't it be absent? Is it because this era is not called by this name? Now, I described the characteristics of this plant to Song Dashan in detail.

After Song Dashan heard it, he knew what Li Mo was talking about. He thought it was a kind of flower at first, but it was actually a white grass-like plant called Xuancao. It was everywhere in the back mountains and grew throughout the year. There was a faint scent, and many people in the village would pick some and put it in a bottle.

Listening to Song Dashan, Li Mo was sure that this was Zhijinhua. With this Jinhua, the ingredients for making ointment were all available, and that would be fine.

Li Mo didn't hide it, and talked to Song Dashan about his plan to make balm, "Brother Dashan, this balm costs at least 15 yuan a small box in the powder shop. I only need rose flowers and daylilies to make this. That's it. The cost is about nothing. I can make a little bit more and sell it to the daughter-in-laws in the village for 5 cents a box. They are definitely willing to buy it."

Song Dashan was really surprised now. He didn’t expect that the little lady he bought back inadvertently, not only has good makeup skills, but also made balm. Looking at the beautiful and beautiful face, Song Dashan remembered Zhao Changbang’s words when he had lunch at lunch. If he found the treasure, he couldn't help admitting that he had found the treasure, a priceless treasure.

Song Dashan’s distracted spirit Li Mo didn’t notice, and asked himself something he didn’t understand: “Brother Dashan, where can I make a small box with a lid that can be used to hold perfume?”

Song Dashan was called back to God by Li Mo’s questioning, and he replied: “It’s okay to make an iron box, but it’s too expensive. It’s about two or three cents per one. Let’s make a wooden box. One cent is enough. Uncle Zhang has been a carpenter for a lifetime, so you can ask him to do it."

Li Mo listened and nodded in agreement. Since it is a low-price route and the buying group is the daughter-in-law of the village, the wooden box can also be used. As long as the contents are good, no one can buy it.

Li Mo thought for a while, but he still needs a box before he can start preparing, so he needs to settle the box first.

Upon hearing this, Song Dashan took Li Mo around and walked straight to the house of Uncle Zhang.

Uncle Zhang’s house is the easternmost part of the village. He has been a carpenter all his life, and his craftsmanship has been handed down from generation to generation. Anyone in the village who wants to build any furniture will come to Uncle Zhang.

As soon as I entered the yard of Old Uncle Zhang’s house, I saw that the yard was full of wood. There was a large pile of tools in a corner, and sawdust scattered around, and a few pieces of well-made furniture were placed aside. .

Song Dashan first yelled at the main room, and within the next second there was a strong answer: "Come on." Then came out of the room a man about forty to fifty years old, not tall, with a slight stature. Strong, dark skin, and a saw in his hand.

Seeing that it was Song Dashan, Old Uncle Zhang said hello: "It's Dashan, you are here to get the pot, I have already done it, and I will bring it to you." Without waiting for Song Dashan to react, he went into the house again. After a while, he came out with a big basin, and handed it to Song Dashan: "Come on, I've got the bathtub you wanted."

Li Mo looked at the basin in Uncle Zhang's hand. It was about one meter in diameter and half a meter deep. It was really used for bathing.

I remembered that I used a washbasin to take a bath the day I first came.

Li Mo looked at Song Dashan in surprise, his eyes lit up.

Song Dashan saw Li Mo's bright eyes and the uncontrollable joy in his eyes, and he couldn't help but cocked his mouth, thanking Old Uncle Zhang with a smile, and then pulled Li Mo forward and introduced: "Uncle, this is my lady. ."

Old Uncle Zhang had seen Li Mo who was following Song Dashan before, but it was hard to ask anything. Song Dashan took the initiative to introduce him, and nodded with a smile now, "Okay, the two will live a good life in the future."

Song Dashan smiled and nodded, and then the purpose of talking: "Uncle, I have something to ask you for help today. I would like to ask you to give me some small wooden boxes."

Uncle Zhang asked: "What do you want to do? Tell me carefully."

Song Dashan looked at Li Mo, Li Mo smiled, opened his hand to compare the size, and explained to Old Uncle Zhang: "Old Uncle Zhang, I want to make a round shape that is about this size and height. Bring a lid, which can be opened and put some rouge gouache in it."

Hearing this description, Old Uncle Zhang immediately understood, and immediately responded, "Don't worry, it's easy. How many do you want? How many days?"

Li Mo thought for a while and replied, "I want 10 first. I want to get them as soon as possible. I don't know if Uncle Zhang can make them in a few days?"

Uncle Zhang estimated, "There are not many ten, you can get them the day after tomorrow."

The price is the same as Song Dashan estimated, one for only 1 cent, and 10 for 10 cents.

Li Mo hurriedly took out 10 yuan from the armband to Uncle Zhang.

After it was decided, Li Mo and the three returned home.

Li Mo told Song Dashan that he wanted to go to the back mountain to pick roses and daylilies. Song Dashan thought about it and arranged for some work, "I will go to the field to plant peanuts when I go home, and I can plant them one day tomorrow. Then I will take you to pick flowers the day after tomorrow."

Li Mo had no opinion on this arrangement and nodded in agreement.

Song Dashan meant that he was going to grow peanuts by himself, but Li Mo also followed with a hoe. Of course, the little tail Song Xiaobao naturally followed, so the family of three was dispatched again.

The pits have been dug in the previous fields. Just sprinkle peanut seeds into the pits, bury them with soil, and pour water.

Li Mo took the peanut seeds, put peanut seeds into the holes one by one, and then Song Dashan followed behind and filled the holes with a hoe.

This work is much simpler than hoeing the ground. Li Mo did it, and the two of them worked until it was night before they finally planted the peanuts. Then they waited until tomorrow to pour some water.

The three returned home, Xiaobao went to play in the yard, Li Mo and Song Dashan went into the kitchen to cook dinner.

The meat and bones bought before were still frozen in the tank. Li Mo took them out and planned to make them all tonight. The family will have a good meal.

Cut the pork belly a little bit, stir-fry it with the green peppers given by Aunt Zhao, then stew a soup with pork bones, and braise the meat in brown sauce. This meal is definitely rich.

Since there are good dishes, rice is indispensable. Li Mo directly scooped out a bowl of brown rice, then scooped out half a bowl of polished rice, and mixed it with dry rice.

Just when the food was almost ready, a voice came from the kitchen door: "Dashan."

When Li Mo turned his head, he saw Song Dashan and his mother standing at the door of the kitchen, holding two children in her hands, the two children Wang Cuihua brought yesterday.