The dead general was kidnapped by his husband and taken to farm.

It's another sunny day.

The sky was blue without a single cloud, and the scorching sun was baking the farmers working in the fields.

In the yard, the puppy was lying under the peach tree with its limbs stretched out, its head hanging to the ground and its tongue hanging out, obviously feeling very hot.

Jiang Shian was the only one in the yard, wearing a dark green shirt, with his sleeves rolled up to his arms and his collar wide open.

The courtyard gate was closed and he was the only one at home. Otherwise, if other people saw him dressed like this, they would definitely gossip.

Jiang Shian moved a stool and sat next to the puppy, holding a wooden sign and a small carving knife.

After the Jiang family went to the county town, they also moved their ancestral graves there, and naturally their original parents were also buried in the county town. His parents were already dead, and he could not move them back after they were buried.

So he asked Ji Yinghuai to find two good trees and made two spirit tablets for him.

This can actually be done by a carpenter, he just needs to write on it, but for some reason he always wants to do it himself and write on it by hand.

Just think of it as the last thing I do while occupying someone else's son's body?

There was an ancient book on the stool next to him. When he opened the book, the pattern on it was exactly the spirit tablet that he needed to carve and polish.

There is no ancestral hall at home. The table he bought in the main hall is a long table for offering sacrifices to the spirits. Once the spirit tablet is written, he can burn incense and offer it.

When Ji Yinghuai woke up in the morning, he said he had some things to deal with and estimated that he would be back tomorrow. Jiang Shian was no longer half as worried as he was last time, and before leaving, he told him to be careful.

Business in the town has stabilized now, and although tooth powder and toothbrushes are still selling, the business is far less than before. It just so happens that this soap can be taken out for trial today.

He did not go to the town today, just to try it out and see if he could sell it in the town tomorrow.

It took him half a morning to finish the two spirit tablets. Mainly because he was not particularly familiar with the other relatives of the Jiang family and did not have any family tree, he only offered the spirit tablets of the original owner's parents.

But after washing his hands, he took the two spirit tablets to the study. Ordinary people and ordinary farmers can write with powder and ink. After practicing calligraphy for a long time, although it is not as good as Ji Yinghuai's flowing and unrestrained large characters, it is still neat and beautiful.

Jiang Shian wrote every word very carefully, praying in his heart as he wrote, hoping that Jiang's parents would be reborn into a good family in the next life, and live a life without disaster or illness. If the original body was still alive and went to the modern world instead of him, he would bless them with peace and smoothness.

After placing the spirit tablet on the table, Jiang Shian lit some incense and burned some paper money, then knelt down reverently and kowtowed three times.

It was still early and not yet time for dinner, so he took out the soap that had been drying in the sun for two days to see how it worked.

For this purpose, he even went to the room and found a dirty piece of clothing.

The bamboo is split from the top and then broken into two halves. The soap inside has solidified and can be cut into round pieces with a thread.

Although it is not as white as the Liby soap that is sold everywhere nowadays, it does look quite decent.

It felt a little sticky in the hand, but became very smooth after being soaked in water. Jiang Shian put the soap in a wooden basin and rubbed it a few times with his hands that had just held the soap.

Bubbles appeared in a moment, and he put it to his nose and sniffed it. Fortunately, it didn't smell bad.

There is so much foam just from what I pinched, even richer than the foam of the soapberry powder I bought before.

It was hot, and I was running back and forth between town and village, so there were many sweat stains on the collar of my clothes.

Jiang Shian rubbed it with soap, then began to rub it with his hands. After a few rubs, bubbles came out. He rubbed it a few more times, and when he unfolded it, he found that the sweat stains on it had been washed away.

Jiang Shian showed a happy expression, and rubbed the oil stain on his chest a few times. Although he couldn't completely wash away the oil stain, he could fade it a lot, and it wouldn't be visible at all if you didn't look carefully.

The effect was already very good, and he was very satisfied. He took out all the soap from the other bamboo jars and then cut it into small pieces with thread.

I have quite a few bamboo boxes at home. I can put two pieces in one box. I can take them to town tomorrow to see if I can sell them.

If the effect is good, it will be a good business. He thought that he could also replace the badger oil with pig pancreatic oil. Badgers are rare now, and the oil he refines can be used to rub the face and hands to moisturize the skin. It is a bit of a waste to use it to make soap.

If it is pure lard, whether it is refined or purchased from pork fat, it will cost a lot of money. It is really a luxury to use it to refine oil and make soap.

If it was sold to a wealthy place like Beijing, it would be fine to use lard. But in this remote town, we still have to find other animal fats to make oil.

After washing the clothes and hanging them to dry on the peach tree, Jiang Shian went back to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

The puppy smelled the fragrance coming from the kitchen, so he got up and ran towards the kitchen barking.

Since he was alone, Jiang Shian ate simply. He made a bowl of fried rice with egg, a bowl of fermented bean curd to go with the rice, and a simple scallion and egg soup.

Jiang Shian cooked two sweet potatoes for the puppy, peeled them, and put them in a bowl with a hole in the corner, letting the puppy eat them by himself.

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Jiang Shian got up before dawn.

In the yard, besides the crowing of chickens from the villagers, there are also the occasional barking of dogs.

Jiang Shian stood in the yard with his eyes half closed, washing up. After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he yawned several times.

With the cold water splashing on his face, he finally sobered up a little. He glanced towards the opposite wing and saw that Heifeng was not in the yard, and Ji Yinghuai had not returned yet. He didn't know when he would be able to get home.

Just as he was thinking about it, someone knocked on the gate. He was the only one at home, so he had to lock the wooden door. Although it was just a small village, he had to be on guard against others.

A few days ago, he heard from the aunties in the village that there seemed to be a thief recently. Someone's chicken was stolen, and someone else's even the food in the pot was stolen without a single grain left.

He walked to the door, "Who?"

"Shi'an, it's me." Hearing the familiar voice, Jiang Shi'an immediately unbolted the door and then opened it.

The person standing at the door was dressed in black, with his hair all combed up and fixed with a black jade hairpin. In addition, his face was covered with a black scarf.

Jiang Shian was startled by his appearance.

Maybe he had watched too many TV dramas, but he quickly and cautiously looked behind the man. There was only the pitch-black night behind him, and no one else.

Only after he met the man's smiling eyes did he welcome him in.

"Why did you come back so early? You traveled all night?" His eyes fell on Ji Yinghuai's clothes, which were clean and tidy, not as dusty as last time.

Ji Yinghuai led Heifeng to the yard and said to him, "No, we didn't go far this time. I took a rest before rushing back."

Jiang Shian nodded. He also knew Heifeng's speed. It took two days and two nights to get here by carriage from the county town. If it were Heifeng, he would probably arrive here in one day by riding at full speed.

"You came back at the right time. I was going to town. If you haven't rested enough, I will drive the carriage there by myself. If you have, then come with me!" Jiang Shi'an put the soap that had been packed in a bamboo box in the main room into the backpack and said to Ji Yinghuai who was fetching water outside to feed the horses.

"Okay, I'll go with you."

That day I finally understood that the boy was different from the other guys. Not only was he not "weak", but his kung fu seemed to be pretty good, although I couldn't tell which school of martial arts he learned.

But Ji Yinghuai was still worried about letting the other party drive the carriage alone, and he had rested for half a day yesterday, so he was not that tired now.

He went back to the house and changed into a coarse cloth shirt. When he came out again, Jiang Shian had packed his things and put them on the carriage.

Heifeng drank enough water and there was hay for horses in the stable in the town, so he didn't have to worry about it. He led the horse to the carriage, and then the two of them went out and rushed to the town.

This time, Jiang Shian also brought a wooden basin and a piece of clothing, but he had some mud on the ground and they looked dirty.

It is a bit inconvenient to set up a stall to sell soap, a daily necessity, so he decided to put it in front of the shop. When more people come, he can use the clothes to demonstrate the effect to everyone, and more people will buy it.

When the two arrived at the town, the sky was beginning to turn pale. A half-full moon could be seen slowly sinking on the western hilltop. In another half an hour, the sun would come out.

Ji Yinghuai went to open the shop door, and Jiang Shian moved the things out of the carriage.

"Take the carriage to the stable to rest, and buy two buns for breakfast. I can handle the work here by myself."

As he spoke, Jiang Shian moved the only wooden table in the shop to the door, and opened the bamboo boxes of various sizes and placed them on the table.

Ji Yinghuai nodded, drove the carriage away.

The carriage has to be parked at the stable every day, so of course it is impossible to charge a fee every day. For those who park there frequently like them, they only need to pay fifteen cents a month, which is equivalent to half the fee for free.