Zhao Guang and others were really surprised when their brother took a chicken and put it in the jar. The chicken floated.

"Brother, you soaked the ashes in water for so many days just to make the eggs float?"

Zhao Guangxin asked bluntly.

Feng Yong glanced at him and said, "If you put enough salt into the water, the chicken can float on the spot. How many days does it take to soak the ashes for a chicken to float in the water?"

"Is there such a thing?"

"If you don't believe me, go try it."

After hearing this, Zhao Guang looked eager to try, but when he saw Feng Yong picking up the eggs and putting them aside, and then began to lift the jar to pour the gray water, he had to suppress his curiosity and continue to try to see Feng clearly.

What to do forever.

The filter made of silk has a good filtering effect. The turbid gray water of vegetation has been filtered out of the residue, and the color is somewhat brown.

Yang Wanwan felt heartbroken when he saw it. That was silk. Even in his family, there were not many clothes made of silk. How could he be ruined like this by his brother?

Zhao Guang and Wang Xun, however, didn't care - the dividends in the workshop now made them no longer a shallow-minded young man.

"Brother, why don't you use an iron pot?"

Watching Feng Yong pour the filtered gray water into the clay pot, and then start letting people light a fire underneath, Zhao Guang couldn't help but ask.

Nowadays, no matter where they go, they have to ask their servants to carry Fengzhuang's specialty iron pot.

Without it, I can't eat anything.

The weather was already hot, and with the constant stirring after pouring the tung oil, Feng Yong, who had just finished taking a shower, began to sweat all over his body.

When I heard that Zhao Guang was so energetic and started to squeak again, I immediately threw the stirring stick away and said to him, "Here you go!"

Zhao Guang likes his brother to make novel things the most. When he heard Feng Yong's instructions, he quickly stepped forward and kept stirring like Feng Yong had just done.

While he was still in the mood, he turned around and asked, "Brother, how long are you going to keep stirring like this?"

"Soon, only two or three hours."

Feng Yong squinted his eyes and said casually.

Water and oil are incompatible and require constant stirring so that the saponification reaction will be sufficient.

Otherwise, the products produced by incomplete saponification cannot be used at all.

"Two or three hours is not a difficult task."

Zhao Guangda said carelessly.

Haha, Feng Yong sneered and said nothing.

Regardless of how much effort this stirring requires, if he has to keep stirring for a moment, if it really lasts for two or three hours, he will not be able to raise his hand again.

In addition, it was a hot day and I had to stand by the fire. One hour would make me dizzy, two hours would make me sweat and collapse, and three hours... no one would be able to stand.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Zhao Guang, who was completely unaware of Feng Yong's vicious thoughts, asked in a mood.

"Make soap."

"What is soap?"

"It's the same as the soap locust used for laundry, but this one can also be used to clean the body. Unfortunately, I don't have any spices on hand. It would be better if I had spices."

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"Brother, why do I feel a little tired..."

"It doesn't matter, it's only been an hour."

"My little brother's clothes are soaked..."

"Well, it's okay. The sun is past midday and it won't be so hot after a while."

Feng Yong yawned and said lazily.

Although Feng Yong had long wanted to make soap, he struggled with not having the right raw materials on hand.

Although it is not impossible to use lard, if he really dared to use fat meat and boil it in oil to make such a thing, maybe Old Demon Zhuge would hit him with a stick until he became paralyzed.

For people of this era, fat meat is the most delicious thing.

And the oil made from fat meat is something only rich people can use.

If Feng Yong really dared to use anointing oil to make soap, that would be Hong Guoguo's way of showing off his wealth. It would be a far more powerful way of showing off his wealth than later generations going to the street to help an old man who had fallen down.

It's the kind of death-seeking behavior that will make everyone in the world extremely angry.

As for the flaunting of wealth in later generations, it is not worth mentioning at all.

Old Demon Zhuge knocked him to the point of being paralyzed, and even made countless envious people clap their hands and applaud him, feeling really relieved.

Even now, there are probably many people who covet the things in Feng's house, so they are trying to kill Feng Yong.

It's just that Feng Yong has long known that his foundation is too shallow, and he never wanted to be a solitary person from the beginning, so now he has a large group of people to help him block all kinds of open and covert attacks.

Otherwise, look at Deng Tong and Shi Chong, which one will end well?

It was only before Shi Chong died that he realized that others wanted to kill him because his family was so rich that it rivaled the country and he didn't know how to keep a low profile.

That's why I came up with the exclamation: I am a slave who benefits my family's wealth.

Then he was ridiculed: Knowing that wealth can cause harm, why not get rid of it early?

Let’s look at Tao Zhugong again. He scattered his family wealth three times, but he ended up with a happy ending.

Besides, even if I raised so many pigs in Hanzhong, if I really boiled the lard to make soap, I'm afraid that during the manufacturing process, slaves would secretly stuff the lard into their mouths and eat it.

Is it a joke that the anointing oil is rich?

In this day and age, it is wise to eat enough first.

Feng Yongcai would not be so stupid as to use food as a luxury product.

Those who take useless things and make them into useful things are the true masters.

Eating tung oil can cause poisoning, so using it to make soap will not cause that kind of trouble.

What's more important is that when soap is made, it must be a high-profit luxury product, and Nanzhong is an important producer of tung oil.

I tried my best to let the people of Nanzhong have an extra income. I just made some pocket money at the same time. What's the problem?
Chapter completed!