Chapter 117 Toothbrush
The next day, Pan Yun took the drawn talisman down the mountain. She didn't know whether the youngest scholar became suspicious of her and didn't come back for a long time.

Fortunately, she didn't have to earn his sixty taels, so she sat in front of the temple to meditate and practice as soon as the incense was burned.

This is Sanqing Mountain. With the blessing of the mountain god, she is indeed fast. And maybe it’s because she is a temple keeper, she feels that practicing here is not slower than on the top of the mountain.

You know, the top of Sanqing Mountain is really full of spiritual energy, which can be said to be the best among the three peaks.

The spiritual energy at the foot of the mountain is no match for that at the top, but her cultivation speed here is not slower than that at the top. If the spiritual energy here is a little more concentrated, how much faster would she be?

This made Pan Yun focus on a large rock behind the mountain temple.

The big stone is about fifteen meters high and flat, but there is a three-meter square platform on the top of the stone, which she thinks is very suitable for her meditation.

Pan Yun was standing next to the temple at this time, looking up at the huge rock.

In fact, she could fly in by stepping on the rocks, but when she reached the top, there were cliffs on all sides and no shelter, which was a bit scary.

Pan Jun doesn’t think she is afraid of heights, she just values ​​her life more. Yes, she values ​​her life.

Just as she was struggling, she heard footsteps behind her again.

Pan Yun turned around and looked.

Mo Jidi walked over with a faint smile on his face, and seeing that Pan Jun was staring at him without saying a word with indifferent eyes, his confidence immediately dissipated.

Mo Jidi said nervously, "Pan Miaozhu, I'm here to ask for the talisman."

Pan Yun nodded, jumped down from the wall, took him into the temple, and handed him the three talismans placed in front of the incense table.

Mo Jidi took it and took the initiative to say: "Pan Miaozhu, I have officially changed my name to Mo Zhen."

Pan Yun nodded, "Mo Zhen is a kind person."

Seeing that she finally spoke, Mo Jidi let out a breath quietly, took out sixty taels of silver and put them into the merit box, then clasped his fists and left.

He did have doubts. A gentleman does not talk about strange things, so maybe she had just guessed that he would fail the exam.

But he was also afraid that what she said was true, that there really were strange things in this world, and that she had been right.

He didn't want to gamble another three years, so he came in the end.

Sixty taels was a considerable sum of money for him. He left with three talismans in his pocket. Mo Jidi, oh no, it was Mo Zhen. He hoped that it would be effective.

Mo Zhen returned home with the talismans and put them in his purse and hung them on his body.

He breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had done all he could and now it was all up to fate.

As soon as Mo Zhen left, Pan Yun began to dig out the donation box. After taking out the money from it, he looked up at the statue and said, "Master, this is all yours. I don't want it. This is not my savings."

Mountain God: ...

Pan Yun closed the door and went up the mountain.

Because she is always going up and down the mountain, her martial arts skills have improved. Although she is not as good as Wang Feiyin who can go up and down the mountain in a quarter of an hour, she will not be able to run for a long time.

After running back to the top of the mountain, Pan Yun went to find Wang Cong, "Master nephew, can you do carpentry? Help me make a three-sided frame."

Wang Cong was confused. "A frame on three sides?"

Pan Yun pulled him to the backyard, stood on the edge of the cliff, pointed down and asked: "Can you see the mountain temple?"

Wang Cong took a look and nodded, "I can see half of it."

"Half of it is fine. Look at the huge rock behind the temple. Is there a three-meter square platform on it? Make a frame for me and nail it up. Only the side facing the mountain temple will be open so that I can fly up."

Wang Cong looked confused, "Why are you doing this?"

Pan Yun said: "Don't worry about it, can you do it?"

"Yes, but..."

"It's all right," Pan Yun said, "The frame should be at least 1.2 meters high, and the wooden strips should be denser. They must not be wider than a foot."

Wang Cong looked at her and said after a moment: "Little Master, why are you so far away from the cliff? You can't see the mountain temple from where you are standing, right? Why don't you come closer?"

Pan Jun looked at him expressionlessly, "I can see it!"

"It's so far away, about five steps away, can you see it?" Wang Cong: "Come up, are you talking about the huge rock?"

Pan Yun: "My feet are a little itchy now."

Wang Cong immediately stopped talking, left the cliff, smiled at her and said, "Little Master, are you afraid of heights?"

"No, you are overthinking."

Wang Cong nodded, "Yes, you are so good at Qinggong, you have no problem jumping high and jumping down, you should not be afraid of heights."

Pan Jun nodded vigorously, "That's right!"

Wang Cong narrowed his eyes and smiled, tears were about to burst out. Pan Xiaohei walked to his side and laughed at Pan Jun silently with him.

When Wang Feiyin came out of his training and saw his son knocking on the wooden frame, he was confused. He turned to look at Pan Yun who was pushing pig bristles into the bamboo handle and asked, "Did you ask him to make this wooden frame?"

Pan Yun nodded.

"The purpose of cultivation is to cultivate one's true self, to be free and unrestrained, to blend into the world, but you set up some rules and regulations around yourself. Do you think this kind of cultivation is useful?"

Pan Yun: "I went there to meditate to absorb spiritual energy, and the wooden frame doesn't block the spiritual energy, so why is it useless?"

She said, "It's useful as long as I'm calm. If you don't understand, just don't worry about it."

"I don't understand. I still don't understand. You are afraid of heights, but you dare not admit it. I found out on the first day you came here!" Wang Feiyin said to her seriously, "Being afraid of heights is not scary. What is scary is that you are afraid of heights and don't admit it."

Pan Yun: "I've been thousands of meters high and even flown with flying objects!"

Wang Feiyin snorted and said, "Isn't it that they are surrounded tightly from all sides?"

Pan Yun was silent.

Wang Cong asked, "Dad, are we still going to make this wooden frame?"

Wang Feiyin waved his hand with a look of disdain and said, “Do it, do it.”

He looked at Pan Yun with a look of disappointment, "You are obviously afraid of heights, so why do you have to go to that rock to practice?"

"The view there is good, the spiritual energy is rich, and you can also enjoy the incense from the mountain temple."

Wang Feiyin: "But you are afraid of heights."

Pan Yun: "I won't be afraid if I put on the wooden frame."

Wang Feiyin opened his mouth but couldn't find the words to respond.

Wang Cong knocked out the wooden frame that day, and then said, "Little Master, I will install it for you tomorrow."

Pan Yun: "Those stones are all granite, very hard, are they easy to install?"

Wang Cong smiled and said, "It's not a big problem. I didn't learn martial arts for nothing." Pan Yun was relieved. She took out a toothbrush from the box next to her and said, "This is the best toothbrush I made. I'm giving it to you."

Wang Cong couldn't help swallowing his saliva when he saw the neatly trimmed pig bristles. "Master Junior, are you really using this to brush your teeth?"

"Yes, this is much better than willow branches. I looked up a lot of information before I found a way to soften it. You can try it. It works well. I will use it tomorrow too."

It was the first time that Wang Cong received a gift from her. It was difficult to refuse, so he reached out and took it.

Pan Yun walked around the top of the mountain holding the box. She said to Wang Feiyin, "Brother, this is the first pig bristle toothbrush I made. I'm giving it to you. It's the first one. I'll give it to you no matter what."

Wang Feiyin was much more knowledgeable than his son. He ran his fingers over the fur and nodded with satisfaction. "Not bad, not bad. It looks much better than Liu Zhi. My junior sister really cares about me."

Pan Yun went to the alchemy room and gave Tao Ji a toothbrush. "Third Brother, this is the best toothbrush I made after accumulating experience. Try it. Isn't it super soft and especially friendly to teeth?"

Tao Ji touched it and nodded, "Yes, it is much better than the hard willow branches, and the hairs are dense and fine, so the cleaning effect must be good."

Pan Jun received another thank you, returned to their yard with a smile, and knocked on Xuanmiao's door.

She picked out a toothbrush and gave it to her, saying, "Fourth Senior Sister, this is the most beautiful toothbrush I have ever made. Try it."

Xuan Miao was stunned for a moment before taking it and nodded, "Thank you."

Pan Jun smiled and said, "You're welcome. We can use the toothbrush together tomorrow."

Miaozhen, Miaohe and Tao Yanbai all have it.

But they didn't need her to deliver it, because they made the toothbrush together with her.

They went together to cut bamboo, made a bamboo handle together, and poked and poked on it. Finally, after thinking of many ways, they fixed the bristles inside with a rope, and finally made a toothbrush.

She received too much hair that day. After washing and drying it, she used medicinal powder to soften it. She had made more than twenty toothbrushes, but there was still a large bag of pig bristles left.

Pan Yun was already getting annoyed, so she said to Miao Zhen, "Tomorrow I will take the bristles down the mountain and make them for Cha Hua and the others.

Miaozhen: "Chahua and the others are helping with the family's mahjong now, so they probably don't have time to play with us, and they can't help us."

Pan Yun, "This is not made for me, it's made for them. After the toothbrushes are finished, they will have enough for their own use, and the rest can be sold at the market."

"Who would buy it? They don't even want willow branches that can be easily picked up, let alone spending money to buy a toothbrush." ​​Miaohe said, "Not many people in the village brush their teeth. We at Sanqing Temple do it because the master uncle and master asked us to."

She said, "If Master Uncle and Master don't ask me to, I won't brush my teeth."

Pan Jun was very surprised, "Your mouth stinks if you don't brush your teeth."

Miaohe: “I can’t smell it.”

Pan Yun sighed, "I finally understand why the eldest and third brothers specifically asked for this. It turns out it's because of you."

Although Wang Cong did not trust this thing very much, he still used it the next day. Then he came to Pan Yun and said to her: "Little Master, give me the remaining bristles, and I will solve it for you."

Pan Yun: "How to solve it?"

"I asked the villagers down the mountain to do it, and I paid them one penny for each toothbrush."

They provide all the materials, and the other party only needs to provide the labor.

Pan Yun: "Do you want to do this business?"

Wang Cong nodded and said, "Give it to the caravan and have them sell it."

Wang Cong accepted it, but it was no longer the simple bamboo handle that could be found everywhere in the mountains.

He had the bamboo split, polished, and colored, and then dried in the sun to fix the color before giving the materials to the villagers.

Pan Yun and Miao Zhenmiao He went to teach the villagers how to fix pig bristles. It took them half an hour to teach them, and then they spent another half an hour to familiarize themselves with it. By the afternoon, in less than two hours, they had figured out three ways of tying knots and threading, each one faster than the previous one.

Pan Yun and the other two were stunned, then quickly accepted it.

Pan Yun: "As expected, every profession has its own specialties, and this is what they are good at."

Miaozhen: "Next time you want to do handicrafts, you should go down the mountain and find the aunts."

Miaohe sighed, "We spent three days researching how to fix it with the bristles."

Pan Yun and the others thought that there were too many pig bristles and it was almost impossible to use them all up, but the aunts and sisters-in-law who were invited used up all of them in just one and a half days.

The fastest one earned thirty-five cents, which is almost as much as working outside.

So the aunts and sisters-in-law took the initiative to help them find materials.

When Pan Yun was licking his full belly and going down the mountain, he was startled by the people guarding the mountain temple. "Good people, are you here to burn incense so early?"

"We are not here to worship the gods. We are here to give you some bristles. Look, we cut them yesterday. Do you think they are useful?"

When Pan Yun saw the bag full of pig bristles, she was speechless for a long time, "Where did you get so many pig bristles?"

"I slaughtered the pigs from the village and my mother's village. I still have a bag at home."

Pan Jun took a handful and looked at it carefully before saying, "It works, but it still needs to be washed and soaked in medicine powder to soften it... Let me do it."

They were waiting for this sentence, and they immediately stuffed the cloth bag into her hands. The aunt even ran home, "Wait, I have another bag at home."

After the aunt brought back the bag of pig bristles and gave it to Pan Yun, they went into the temple to worship the mountain god.

Since they are here, they might as well pay their respects and make a wish. They hope that Wang Cong will come to them every day to buy pig-bristle toothbrushes and they will have income every day.

Pan Yun carried the pig bristles back to the mountain, soaked them, washed them, soaked them again, washed them again, and then soaked them in the medicine powder.

Pan Yun turned around and asked Wang Cong, "How much do you plan to sell this toothbrush for?"

"Ten coins for one."

Pan Jun frowned, "It's too expensive."

"Uncle Master, it's very troublesome to deal with the bristles, and my bamboo handles are all colored, so they are naturally expensive. I plan to go back and select better bristles and customize a few porcelain handles to see if I can push the bristles in. Then I can sell them at a higher price."

"Wouldn't it be broken if it was dropped?"

"That's why they can be replaced frequently. And people who can afford porcelain toothbrushes won't easily drop them." He said, "If the cost wasn't too high and I wasn't sure how the toothbrush would be accepted, I would have wanted to make them out of jade, gold or silver."

What can Pan Yun say?

She could only give him a thumbs up.

Compared to him, she, who came from the future, is much more inexperienced. She can only sell technical products, all relying on her strong skills.

Pan Yun hesitated for a moment and then said, "If the toothbrush business is really good, I would like to teach them the method of processing pig bristles."

Their main focus is cultivation, and they cannot be distracted by doing these things.

Wang Cong became excited. "Master Gaode, I was just thinking of discussing this with you. If the toothbrushes can be sold, I will give them the method of processing pig bristles and let them do it themselves. It would be best if I could also give them the recipe for the medicinal powder."

"When they make the toothbrushes, the caravan will buy them at a price based on their quality and then sell them. This will save us trouble and we can make money. Both the villagers and us can make money."

　The lucky number is the number ending in 7, as shown in the screenshot
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