The last disciple who traveled through Medicine King Valley sells goods live

Because so many things were delivered, and with Jing Yian and the nurse coming later, there were only four people on Shanshan's side. And in front of them were more than a dozen cakes.

Shanshan was a little skeptical. Didn't they say cakes needed to be pre-ordered before delivery? How many of these were pre-ordered?

Shanshan kept a small piece of cake and shared the rest with Kong Lanjing and the people in the club.

She couldn't eat much of the cake, and the huge table of food that CEO Yun had sent. She only left some. However, Kong Lanjing and the others said they had already booked dinner at a nearby restaurant, so the rest was shared with the people at the club.

After thanking everyone again, Shanshan turned off the live broadcast and left after agreeing to continue the live broadcast at 3 pm.

After lunch, Jing Yian left. Shanshan asked Jiang Ningming to deliver the gifts from fans to her home twice. The bouquets and other things were left here. She would stay here for two months, and the flowers would wither before she could go back.

Shanshan continued the live broadcast. She promised to show her fans how to make a baby hair brush, and she didn’t forget.

Before Shanshan started the livestream, everything was ready. The tools for making fetal hair brushes were neatly laid out on the table. A delicate Duan inkstone was filled with ground, thick ink. Each brush tip, evenly thick and sharp, lay quietly beside them, waiting to be combined with the fetal hair. Nearby, an alcohol lamp, its blue flame gently swaying, added a touch of solemnity to the impending process.

Shanshan carefully removed a small lock of her baby's hair, cut from while she was asleep, and placed it on a white silk handkerchief. The hair was soft and fine, gleaming faintly in the light. She gently picked up a brush and whispered to the camera, "Let's start making the hair brush now. This hair is the baby's first memory of coming into this world, so we must take extra care of it."

As she spoke, she carefully wiped the brush shaft with an alcohol swab to ensure it was clean and sterile. Then, with tweezers, she delicately inserted a small handful of fetal hair into the pre-grooved tip of the shaft, meticulously considering the angle of each hair's insertion to perfection. After securing the hair, she gently applied glue to the roots, strengthening its attachment. Her gaze was so focused that it felt as if the pen was the only thing in the world.

The audience in the live broadcast room held their breath and stared at the screen without blinking:

[Shanshan, your technique is so professional! It looks amazing!]

[This is precious baby hair. It will be very meaningful when made into a pen. Shanshan, please take a few more photos. We want to see the details.]

[This feels much more difficult than the handmade videos I usually watch. Shanshan is really patient and does every step so carefully.]

I really want to know if the words written with this hair brush will have spiritual energy, after all, they carry the baby's earliest memories.

Shanshan continued to concentrate on the work in her hands. She slowly dipped the pen embedded with fetal hair into the ink. After the tip of the pen was evenly absorbed with ink, she lightly put down a stroke on a piece of rice paper. A round and full "Fu" character appeared on the paper. The writing with the fetal hair brush was smooth and fluent, and the handwriting had a unique warm texture.

"Look, these are the words written with a baby's hair brush. I hope the baby's future life will be filled with blessings." Shanshan's face was filled with a happy smile as she showed the audience the fruits of her labor.

Meanwhile, Yi Xin was helping to organize the tools, occasionally handing Shanshan what she needed. The two worked in perfect harmony. The finished fetal hair brush was carefully placed in an exquisite brocade box. The lid was engraved with auspicious patterns, adding a sense of sacredness to this pen that carries a mother's love and hope.

After the hair brush was finished, Shanshan made a sachet. This sachet was different from the hair brush. The hair brush was a semi-finished product, with the pen holder made for her by her senior brother from the arithmetic sect in advance. But the sachet had to be made piece by piece by herself.

Shanshan first took out a variety of spices from a brocade box beside her. There were mugwort, perilla, mint, lavender, and other spices. Each spice exuded a unique and refreshing aroma. She spread them out on the table one by one, carefully selecting them, removing any impurities and broken stems and leaves to ensure the purity of the spices.

Then, she picked up a pair of delicate scissors and slowly chopped the selected spices. Her movements were gentle and focused. As the scissors opened and closed, the chopped spices fell down in a flurry, soon forming a small "hill" on the table. Chopping the spices not only allowed them to fully release their fragrance, but also made it easier to fill the sachets later.

The audience in the live broadcast room watched with great interest, and the comments kept rolling in like snowflakes:

Shanshan's craftsmanship looks very professional, and I have a feeling this sachet will smell amazing!

[These spices are all natural, right? Shanshan is so thoughtful. The sachets she made herself are filled with love for her baby.]

[I also want to learn how to make one. Can you share some details, such as the proportion of each spice used?]

As if Shanshan could sense the audience's thoughts, she said while busying herself, "Guys, there's no fixed ratio for the combination of spices. It all depends on personal preference. For example, I like more mugwort, which repels insects and wards off evil spirits. Perilla and mint can make the scent more refreshing and invigorating. Lavender can help with sleep and calm the mind. If you're going to make it yourself, feel free to use your own preference."

Next, she picked up a piece of exquisitely embroidered satin fabric, specially selected for its softness and breathability, a warm, elegant light blue that exuded a sense of tranquility and peace. Using a sharp paper cutter, she followed a pre-drawn template and precisely cut out the desired shape for the sachet. Two identical semicircular pieces of fabric swayed gently in her hands.

She stacked the cut pieces of fabric right side up, picked up a thin silver needle, threaded it with an equally fine silk thread, and began to sew along the edge. Her needlework was delicate and skillful, the stitches fine and even, and each stitch seemed to carry a deep blessing for the baby.

Halfway through sewing, she stopped and picked up the small non-woven bag next to her. This was a good thing she only discovered in modern times. Putting spices in the small bag would prevent the spices from leaking out while allowing the scent to be released.

Not only spices, Shanshan also took out two small non-woven bags, one for spices and the other for the remaining fetal hair.

I saw Shanshan pick up a small spoon filled with crushed spices and carefully scoop the spices into the non-woven bag until it was full. Then she continued to sew and did the same with the fetal hair.

After finishing, fill the sachet with cotton, then put the two spice bags in, then stuff the extra space with cotton, and then start sewing until the sachet is completely closed, leaving only a small opening for hanging with a rope.

She then selected a colorful silk thread, threaded it through the small opening, and tied a beautiful bow, and a delicate sachet was completed. The sachet shimmered with the luster of satin in the light and exuded a delicate and charming fragrance, making people unable to put it down.

"Haohao is a dragon, so the dragon on this sachet was embroidered by my senior sister. Isn't it beautiful? I hope this sachet can accompany the baby to grow up healthily and ward off evil spirits and diseases." Shanshan held the sachet in front of the camera to show it. The live broadcast room was instantly flooded with comments of likes and blessings.