Jianshen didn't know why Tan Xing asked, but still answered.
"Tell me, sir, that piece of land belongs to the villain." Jian Shen answered cautiously.
The land was extremely barren, mostly rocks, with only a small amount of soil in the gaps.
Originally I didn't want to plant ginseng, but I felt it was a pity to waste it. After thinking about it, I planted highland barley where there was soil.
Even so, they can't produce a few taels of highland barley a year. It's just a place where they found a little bit of this kind of thing that can moisturize the skin.
But although this product can moisturize the skin, it must also harm the skin, otherwise it would feel hot.
Thinking of this, Jianshen felt that this piece of land was of little use at all. If the man in front of him wanted it, just sell it to him. There wouldn't be much harvest anyway.
Tan Xing was overjoyed, but he didn't want Jian Shen to see his expression, and his face remained calm.
He thought for a while and decided to clarify the matter, so he asked in a deep voice: "You want to think clearly, does that piece of land completely belong to you?"
"Sir, then there must be a place not far from the land where Samana Bo explained." Jianshen didn't know why Tan Xing asked this, so after thinking about it, he answered cautiously.
Hearing this, Tan Xing couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart. If this was petroleum jelly, it might be found all over the land.
Now it's troublesome. Petrolatum not only involves Jianshen, but also involves Pingzhang political minister Shamenbo Chanbu, a senior Tibetan official.
Jianshen is easy to dismiss, but Pingzhang's political affairs monk Bo Chan Bugala is a treacherous and slippery person.
If he knew that Zhaojiazhuang wanted this land, he would definitely make a big noise, and he could still make it so that Zhaojiazhuang could not bear it.
what to do? Have to plan carefully.
Thinking of this, Tan Xing fell into deep thought.
Seeing Tan Xing deep in thought, Jian and Dawa panicked, thinking that Tan Xing didn't want this moisturizing thing.
Jianshen bit her mouth and asked tremblingly: "Master, do you still want this moisturizer?"
"Yes, of course, and your piece of land." Tan Xing was nervous and said flatly, "You give me a price."
Jianshen couldn't help but be overjoyed and almost burst into tears.
He thought Tan Xing didn't want this little useful emollient, but he didn't expect that this master would not only give him money, but also buy this barren land.
This is a land with more rocks and less soil, and the harvest has not reached five copper coins in a hundred years.
Thinking of this, Jianshen felt that his heart almost jumped out of his chest.
I never expected that God would take care of me like this.
Could it be that this master was sent by Bodhisattva?
Otherwise, seeing you suffer in this life would actually give you happiness.
"Sir, that piece of land also has ten delivery cards. I wonder if that's okay?" Jian Shen thought for a while, hesitated, and finally said.
When he thought about it, if this master came to the scene and looked at this land, he would definitely not want it.
These poor people, the land they cultivate is all barren land that the nobles do not want.
Thinking of this, he looked at Tan Xing uneasily.
You know, for Jianshen, with these twenty pick-up cards, he has already stepped into the small aristocratic industry.
What he needs now is to build a small mountain village, buy slaves and yaks, and educate his son.
Tan Xing thought that he would ask for a hundred guan when he opened his mouth, but he didn't expect that Jianshen only wanted a ten guan pick-up card.
However, he thought that since the other party only wanted ten delivery cards, it meant that the land was extremely barren.
Tan Xing thought for a while and suddenly thought of a question: "Is your master the Samana Bochan Bugara?"
Although these people are Chaba, they also have their own noble masters.
These aristocratic masters were not only landowners, but also officials and local emperors, and they were in charge of these poor people.
In fact, there are two ways of farming in Chaba. One is to be a tenant and only get 30% of the harvest, while the other 70% is taken by the nobles.
The other is to cultivate fertile land for the nobles for free, hand over all the harvest, and cultivate a small amount of barren land the rest of the time.
Jianshen Farming obviously belongs to the latter group. He spends most of his time cultivating Jialuo's land, and the remaining time cultivates his own barren land, which can only be considered as a living.
"Yes, sir, the villain's master is Samana Bo Chanbu." Gianshen knelt on the ground and replied respectfully.
He thought Tan Xing was afraid of Samana Bo's explanation, and his face turned pale. He thought Tan Xing didn't want his things and land, and his body couldn't help but sway.
Tan Xing saw Jianshen's expression and knew that he was thinking wrong.
He was not thinking about not getting rid of his belongings and land, but considering that this mineral deposit was very likely to be connected with the land taught by Samana Bo.
Thinking of this, Tan Xing looked at this dark porridge-like thing again, hesitating in his heart. I wonder if this is the moisturizing thing requested by the little saint.
No matter there are so many, there is only one similar to this in the entire Tubo now, so buy it first and then talk about it.
Tan Xing comforted him and said, "I will buy your belongings and land, don't worry."
Tan Xing was a straightforward person. After making up his mind, he immediately gave the pick-up card to Jianshen, and the two parties also signed the land transfer procedures.
But here comes the problem. Although Tan Xing bought this thing that had some petroleum jelly in it, he didn't have much confidence.
After thinking about it, Tan Xing had no choice but to treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor and immediately sent a fast horse to deliver this thing to Xi County.
Zhonghua took the thing in a bottle and came to the door of Zhao Ping's office.
The gate guard is none other than Huang Xiaoniu.
Huang Xiaoniu, Cuizhu, and Qiu Ruoshui are currently on duty in this office.
It turned out that there were Zhao Long and others, but now they were expelled by three young ladies.
The reason is very simple. Some of the three of them have martial arts skills and some are good at nursing. Zhao Long and Zhao Hu are no longer needed.
Zhao Long and Zhao Hu naturally knew what was going on. They laughed and found a public apartment outside.
If Zhao Ping has something to do, he will tell them to do something, and if nothing happens, he will read the official documents.
Now Zhaojiazhuang is basically equivalent to a small country, and there are many things going on.
Not only was Zhao Ping busy, but Zhao Long and Zhao Hu also had something to do.
However, the two of them are still young and mainly play secretarial roles and are still learning.
Cuizhu originally looked down upon Qiu Ruoshui and Huang Xiaoniu. She had always been hostile to them and would not let them get close to Zhao Ping at all.
Huang Xiaoniu and Qiu Ruoshui only met Zhao Ping halfway, and of course they couldn't compare with Cuizhu, their childhood sweetheart.
Huang Xiaoniu and Huang Xiaoniu had no choice but to join forces to fight against Cuizhu.
But after Zhao Ping's mother announced the marriage to Zhao Ping, the three of them were dumbfounded.
The three of them fought back and forth, and the vixen outside actually took advantage of them.
The three of them stopped fighting and became sisters from then on, united in dealing with the outside world.
The three of them are each on duty for one day every day, and today they take turns yellowing the calf.
Seeing Huang Xiaoniu's suspicious look, Zhong Hua couldn't help but smile bitterly.
In the past, he had only dealt with Cuizhu alone, and he felt he could barely handle it.
But now it's three people, and it's hard to adapt.
After all, Cuizhu is an old acquaintance, he is just outspoken.
Huang Xiaoniu's temperament is quite like that of a man, and he is extremely hot-tempered.
If they don't agree, she will get into a fight.
Not only does she have a fiery personality, but she is also very impatient.
The last time Zhonghua and Huang Xiaoniu got into an argument, not only did the two of them almost fight, but they also almost asked her to tear up important documents.
The official document was torn into pieces, which was of course a big deal for Zhonghua.
But for Huang Xiaoniu, it is a trivial matter. Zhao Ping can only say a few words to her, but it is impossible to punish her.
Huang Xiaoniu once saved the little saint's life, so Zhao Ping wanted to give her some face.
Qiu Ruoshui is a nurse and a chronic person.
But there is something hidden in this person's hair. I don't know what is hidden in her little mind.
Zhonghua felt that this woman was like a fox, full of tricks and the most difficult one to deal with.
Although the three young ladies had different personalities, they always looked at him suspiciously, fearing that another young lady would come in.
Zhonghua couldn't help but smile bitterly, does he have this ability?
It was not an arrangement by the other big guys in Zhaojiazhuang, he was just following orders.
Seeing Huang Xiaoniu's gaze, he uncorked the bottle, opened it, and said patiently: "Huang Guard, this is from Tibet. The little saint is in urgent need of it."
Huang Xiaoniu frowned when he saw that it was a black porridge-like thing with a strange smell.
She immediately waved her hand, signaling Zhonghua to come in.
Zhonghua originally wanted to laugh, but didn't dare.
Not only that, Zhonghua also bowed his hands before going in.
Although Huang Xiaoniu is a maid, after the little saint ascends the throne, a concubine cannot escape.
If we don’t build a good relationship now, then we won’t wait until later.
"Little saint, this is what Shen Zhi (Tan Xingzi) brought from Tubo. Is it the petrolatum you need?" Zhong Hua came to Zhao Ping's desk, bowed and handed it over respectfully.
Zhao Ping nodded and took it with a smile on his face: "Zili (Zhonghua), good, good, I found it so quickly."
"Little saint, this is a bit like gruel and black. I don't know if it is petrolatum." Zhonghua explained hurriedly, fearing that his hope would turn into disappointment.
He felt uneasy at this time. If so, his careful work would have made a great contribution.
But if not, after a month of hard work and a lot of waste of manpower and material resources, the result is that there are no waves yet, and the waves are still level and calm.
Manpower and material resources are of little importance to Zhaojiazhuang, but time is of the essence.
Although Zhaojiazhuang now has a tie with the Hu people in Xi County, its family fortune has been almost wiped out.
Not only was the family's fortune wiped out, but there was also a large amount of pension money.
The Hu people seemed to know that Zhaojiazhuang was extremely difficult. At this time, they added insult to injury and sent tens of thousands of empty-handed old and weak women in an attempt to bring down Zhaojiazhuang.
Zhaojiazhuang had no choice but to mobilize everything he could to get through this difficulty.
Hearing that Tubo was very likely to have something called petrolatum, Zhonghua wanted to go to Tubo himself.
Xi Zuo used to spy on information, but now he didn't expect that he would be able to help Zhaojiazhuang with mineral deposits.
If this is the case, Xizuo will completely change his image. He will no longer be the sinister villain who makes small reports in the corner, but an upright and upright gentleman who can bring income to Zhaojiazhuang.
But after all, he is the leader of the secretarial work, and it is impossible for him to go out in person.
It's okay to think about it, but it's not actually possible.
Fortunately, Tan Xing, a subordinate who has changed careers, can take a trip to Tubo on his behalf.
But whether it succeeds or not depends on this.
Thinking of this, Zhonghua's heart almost jumped out of his chest.
Zhao Ping took the palm-sized bottle, which was triangular in shape, a bit like a small jar.
He removed the stopper and poured out the black goo.
Zhao Ping shook his head, unexpectedly there was a sour smell.
He twisted it with his fingers and it felt a little slippery.
Obviously, this thing is very different from the petrolatum of later generations. Zhao Ping is not sure that this is petrolatum.
"You have worked so hard to bring this thing from Tubo in such a short time." Zhao Ping did not comment, but still gave his affirmation, "Now I am not sure whether it is petroleum jelly. I need to conduct an appraisal. Fan."
Hearing this, Zhonghua felt like hearing celestial music, just like drinking ice-cold white fungus soup in June.
Although the little saint has not determined whether this is petrolatum, he has already affirmed the credit of his and others' careful work.
"My subordinates, please retire." Zhong Hua looked at Huang Xiaoniu next to Zhao Ping, bowed his hands, and stepped back.
After Zhonghua withdrew, Huang Xiaoniu took the bottle and looked at it again and again.
She shook her head and put the small bottle down on Zhao Ping's desk.
Now she was standing in front of Zhao Ping, who was sitting in front of the desk, and they were facing each other.
Huang Xiaoniu looked at the small bottle again and said disdainfully: "Little saint, can this beautify and moisturize your skin?"
"I'm not sure now. I'll know after refining it." Zhao Ping thought for a while, looked up at Huang Xiaoniu and said.
Some of them are usually serious, but in private they are very easy-going.
"Beauty?" Huang Xiaoniu shook his head again, "This thing is dark in color and has a sour smell. I think it's almost disfigured."
Huang Xiaoniu is very open-minded, unlike Cuizhu and Qiu Ruoshui, who bark all the time.
At most, she would call her slave when there was someone around, and she would just call me when they were together.
Zhao Ping is actually an easy-going person, so he just goes with her wishes.
Zhao Ping has not proclaimed himself emperor now. If he proclaims himself emperor, I wonder if Huang Xiaoniu can still be so comfortable.
Zhao Ping didn't care about this and took the small bottle: "I'm going to refine this thing, do you want to take a look?"
"Of course we have to look at the strangeness and see how it turns decay into magic." Huang Xiaoniu couldn't help but be overjoyed when he heard that Zhao Ping wanted to refine it himself.
Zhao Ping nodded, thought for a moment and said, "The fewer people who know about this, the better. Call Cuizhu and Qiu Ruoshui and ask them to do as I asked."
Hearing this, Huang Xiaoniu couldn't help but be overjoyed.
It seemed that she was indeed the little saint's favorite, yet only the three of them knew about it.
Cuizhu and Qiu Ruoshui were taking a nap in their respective rooms and communicating with Duke Zhou in their dreams.
"Didn't you see that Nujia was taking a nap?" Cuizhu glared at Huang Xiaoniu dissatisfied when she heard Huang Xiaoniu coming to wake her up.
Huang Xiaoniu had no choice but to shake the green bamboo again: "The beauty products have arrived, sister, don't you want to see them?"
In fact, Huang Xiaoniu is two years older than Cuizhu, but she came to Zhao Ping later, so according to the rules, she has to call her sister.
"What, the beauty things have arrived, sister, why didn't you tell me earlier?" Cuizhu immediately opened the quilt and got up, calling the servant to dress up.
After all, they are Zhao Ping's personal maids, and they still have their own servants.
Huang Xiaoniu came to Qiu Ruoshui's room and found her drooling while sleeping.
Huang Xiaoniu shook her and asked curiously: "Sister, if you have anything delicious, please leave me a portion."
"My family is sleeping soundly, and everything is delicious. My sister woke me up from my dream, so I will compensate my family for the delicious food." Qiu Ruoshui turned over and wanted to continue sleeping.
Huang Xiaoniu wiped Qiu Ruoshui's saliva and said, "Sister, the beauty things are gone. If you don't look at it, I will leave."
"What, the beauty things are gone, I must get up and take a look." Qiu Ruoshui could no longer care about sleeping, and immediately turned over and got up.
There is a separate small courtyard in Zhao Ping, named the secret room, and the key is managed by Cuizhu, his childhood sweetheart.
Except for close friends and mother, no one can enter here.
Zhao Ping first asked Cuizhu to bring charcoal, and asked Huang Xiaoniu, a female man, to use a mortar to pass Cuizhu through a fine sieve.
Qiu Ruoshui was the weakest, so she was boiling water on the side.
While boiling water, she asked curiously: "Little saint, why do you need to grind the charcoal finely and sieve it?"
"Of course, to remove the strange smell and black color." Zhao Ping said calmly, "The finer it is, the more fine it is to allow the charcoal powder to fully contact the object."
"The little saint is right. It turns out that a piece of charcoal can have such great knowledge." Qiu Ruoshui nodded, "It's just that charcoal powder is black. How can it remove things? It's almost the same with white."
"Black itself is black. How can we remove black from black? It's almost like dyeing it black." Huang Xiaoniu thought for a while, shook his head, and continued.
Cuizhu thought for a while, eyes bright, and nodded: "The slave family believes in the young man."
Others could call Zhao Ping the Little Saint, but she chose to call him Little Langjun.
There is no way, who made the two of them childhood sweethearts grow up together.
Qiu Ruoshui and Huang Xiaoniu looked at each other and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Qiu Ruoshui comes from a scholarly family, so being polite is acceptable.
Huang Xiaoniu was carefree and manly, and was Zhao Ping's savior, but she didn't dare either.
For the two of them, being able to become Zhao Ping's personal maid has been a blessing for several generations.
In Xixian, Chengdu and other places, any young lady who has not left the court would not want to enter the Zhao family.
"You'll know later." Zhao Ping didn't go into details. He put the black charcoal powder and the gruel together, filled it with a large glass cup, and stirred it with a glass stick.
Cuizhu said she believed it, but she didn't dare to believe it in her heart.
The three pairs of eyes of the three people were looking at the cup intently.
About halfway through the incense stick, Zhao Ping began to sweat on his forehead.
Cuizhu was heartbroken and took out her handkerchief and wiped it with Zhao Ping.
In fact, Qiu Ruoshui and Huang Xiaoniu also wanted to take out their handkerchiefs and wipe them, but Cuizhu was here and they didn't dare.
They also had time to wipe, but Cuizhu was not in front of Zhao Ping.
At this time, Qiu Ruoshui looked at the glass cup and her eyes lit up: "It's strange, the color of that thing has indeed become lighter."
"Yes, it seems to be khaki." Huang Xiaoniu looked at it carefully and couldn't help being overjoyed, "Little saint, you are tired, let me try it."
After saying that, Huang Xiaoniu took the glass stick and stirred it carefully.
As she stirred, she felt very accomplished.
After all, the monster that can turn black monsters into petroleum jelly, this transformation of decay into magic happens in the hands of this person.
"Sure enough, it is getting yellower and yellower. It seems that this is Xiaolangjun's petrolatum." Cuizhu proudly puffed up her chest and looked at Huang Xiaoniu and Qiu Ruoshui triumphantly. "The slave family believes that Xiaolangjun is indeed right."
Huang Xiaoniu and Qiu Ruoshui looked at each other and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Qiu Ruoshui was a little discouraged. She actually suspected that the little saint was up.
After all, Huang Xiaoniu had a manly character. He smiled heartily, looked at Cuizhu and said, "Sister Cuizhu, you grew up with the little saint, so of course you know everything."
Cuizhu smiled slightly and looked at Zhao Ping affectionately.
Qiu Ruoshui was a little sad, but naturally she didn't dare to be jealous of Cuizhu.
She is one month older than Cuizhu, so she also has to call Cuizhu her sister.
Qiu Ruoshui had no choice but to divert her attention, put her eyes on the glass cup, and looked at it carefully: "Little saint, now that the charcoal powder and petrolatum have been mixed together, how can we separate them?"
Hearing this, Cuizhu didn't care to look at Zhao Ping. She looked at the debris in the glass cup and couldn't help but frown.
"Little saint, what's the next step?" Huang Xiaoniu also discovered this at this time and had no choice but to look at Zhao Ping and ask.
