Starting with choosing a wife, creating the most powerful Xia

That night, Chu Xuan kept his word and gave A Leng a proper massage experience, and what followed naturally followed.

They spent a warm spring night in the boudoir. When Chu Xuan woke up the next morning, unlike the previous two times, Ah Leng was a martial artist after all, and her body was not comparable to the two women. She had disappeared early in the morning.

Along with it, the bed sheet with plum blossom patterns that were cut off also disappeared.

Chu Xuan shook his head with a wry smile.

"I never expected that Ah Leng, who usually seems so carefree and outspoken, would be even more shy than Ling'er and Xue Ning."

Thinking back to how Ah Leng looked like a frightened little rabbit last night, Chu Xuan couldn't help but chuckle.

Shaking his head to suppress these emotions, Chu Xuan first went to check on the progress of the factory.

The factory was converted from the former Hanyang Gang stronghold. The ironware was only transported back yesterday. Right now, it looks like a ruin, not even an empty shell.

Chu Xuan didn't insist and went to the martial arts hall that the Lu family had converted into.

This place looks more professional than the factory. The young men, carefully selected and trusted by the village chief, are all looking at the armor with excitement on their faces.

What man doesn't have the desire to ride a horse and conquer the world? It's just that the desire to survive is forcibly suppressed.

Now that they had the chance, they were all as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood, and lined up to listen to Ah Leng explain the rules.

Indeed, as the only person in the village who knew martial arts and had a military background, Ah Leng was naturally chosen by Chu Xuan to be their instructor.

After a quick look, Chu Xuan was quite satisfied with their performance. After all, they were people the village chief had found. Although they were in poor health, it wasn't a big problem. With proper care, they could recover. But if their attitude wasn't right, no one could save them.

After visiting the martial arts hall, Chu Xuan had a general understanding of the village's current progress. He then asked the village chief to send people to move the dozens of jars of wine he had brought back from Lucheng to his own courtyard.

He then went up the mountain and picked a whole basket of osmanthus flowers.

"Sir, what are you doing now?"

The village chief watched his actions with a puzzled look and a sense of foreboding creeping into his heart.

The last time Chu Xuan did something so incomprehensible, the whole village looked like it had been bombed with excrement. It was only this time, with flowers and wine, that he felt a little more at ease.

"Go away, go away, this is my grand scheme to make a fortune. Whether I can support this village now depends on this thing."

Chu Xuan laughed and scolded, urging the village chief to leave.

The village chief took it as a joke, or a sudden whim to drink and admire the flowers, and let it go. As for the talk about getting rich, he pretended not to hear it.

Chen Xuening went to teach at the school, Chu Ling'er did the accounting in the storeroom, and A Leng was in the martial arts hall. Now, only Chu Xuan was left in the courtyard.

That's convenient.

He closed the courtyard gate, took out some iron components, and assembled a simple distiller.

After finding A Leng, Chu Xuan gave her the blueprints and asked her to find a blacksmith to forge the device overnight. However, Chu Xuan was a bit suspicious and did not give her the complete blueprints when he gave them to her.

Instead, they divided the still into many small parts, and after they were made, they took them back and assembled them themselves.

The village chief thought Chu Xuan was joking, but little did he know that he was actually telling the truth.

Because of the public gaze, Chu Xuan couldn't bring back the silver from the gambling den, meaning that Duan Yu's wealth was essentially worthless to him.

As for the rest of the bandits, they would all be suppressed by Cheng Han after this incident, making it even more difficult to rob them.

In this way, Chu Xuan was almost cut off from his source of money.

The village now needs to spend a lot of money every day, so he has to come up with a way to quickly make money.

The conflict in Lucheng that day gave Chu Xuan an idea: if sachets could sell so well, then he could make a much better perfume.

Because of the lack of convenient facilities, most people in the Great Xia Dynasty did not wash themselves every day, and their bodies inevitably had some strange smells, which is why sachets became popular.

Besides being a status symbol, its greater purpose is to mask unpleasant body odor.

However, those sachets have a very short shelf life, and the fragrance is not very strong to begin with. After a few days, they become like plain water and have no effect whatsoever.

It can be described as tasteless to eat but a pity to throw away.

As it happens, although Chu Xuan is not a chemistry major, he is a time traveler after all, and happens to know some simple ways to make perfume.

He slowly poured a jar of wine into a still, and after purifying it, a rich aroma of wine lingered in the courtyard.

"This is the right taste."

Chu Xuan took a sniff and smiled wryly.

Could you even call that stuff I drank at Chu Ran Ju the other day alcohol? Fruit beer tastes much better than that.

Due to the limitations of the production process, Daxia's wine is still at the stage of sweet rice wine, while the wine in Churanju is already much better than most on the market.

If it weren't for the fact that the wine industry involves too many things and he was afraid of being targeted, Chu Xuan would have personally stepped in to show them what real wine is.

Set the distilled liquor aside for later use, and Chu Xuan used a mortar and pestle to extract the juice from the osmanthus flowers he had picked.

Then I found a clean white cloth, poured the juice into it, and wrung it out to use as a filter.

This is how the simplest spices were obtained.

Following the somewhat vague instructions from memory, the distilled spirits and juices were processed several more times before a small bottle of osmanthus perfume was obtained.

Chu Xuan held the osmanthus to his nose and took a gentle sniff. The delicate fragrance of osmanthus instantly flowed straight into the air, making him feel refreshed and relaxed.

Just a little bit sprinkled in the yard, and the whole yard seemed to be submerged in a sea of ​​osmanthus blossoms, the fragrance swirling around and lingering for a long time.

Just then, the three women finished dealing with their own affairs and returned home.

Before even entering the gate, the fragrance of flowers wafting from the courtyard immediately brightened my eyes.

The scent in the air made the three women feel dizzy and intoxicated.

Following the scent into the courtyard, they saw Chu Xuan standing there, holding a small bottle and laughing.

"Husband... what's wrong?"

Chu Ling'er immediately came to her senses and asked with some confusion, but the next second, she smelled the fragrance coming from the bottle in Chu Xuan's hand and her eyes widened.

Seeing her expression, Chu Xuan nodded in satisfaction.

He then looked at Chen Xuening and said.

"Xue Ning, I promised you I would give you something a thousand times better than that sachet, and now I have truly kept my word."

"Do you like the taste?"