The moon rises on the willows, and everything hides at night, but Linbian Village is in a lively scene.

Liu Xiu taught the villagers to learn how to make mosquito coils and further made a series of plans for the subsequent series. The old village chief was full of confidence in this and his life in the village will definitely get better and better in the future.

With expectations in his heart, his old body seemed to be much lighter.

Under the nightfall, the old village chief stood at the entrance of the village in high spirits, looking into the distance from time to time.

A torch light came in front of him, and the old village chief paused his beard and a hint of uneasiness flashed in his eyes.

Not long after, more than a dozen villagers came to the front of the old village chief with torches in hand. When they saw him, they immediately said nervously: "Dad, why are you here? The dew is heavy at night, how can you reassure the child..."

The speaker was Luo Shan. In the afternoon, Luo Shan and other villagers went to the town with more than 200 plates of shoddy mosquito coils, and they were able to return at this time.

The old village chief ignored his son's concern and interrupted him and asked, "How is the result?"

"It's all given away. Each of the three big households in the town gave away ten plates. The rest of the shops along the street were given away. Depending on the size of the store, one plate or two plates were available." Luo Shan understood what his old father wanted to ask and answered immediately.

After getting the answer, the old village chief felt a little nervous, nodded and said a good word, and then took the lead in returning to the village.

When the old village chief returned to the village, he frowned when he saw that almost every household was not sleeping, but was preparing to make mosquito coils overnight.

It's not so good, this won't work!

He snorted coldly in his heart, the old village chief pestled on the ground with a crutch, looked at his son and said, "Go to the mountains, go, you all go, and find me all the heads of each family. I have something to say!"

Although he didn't know what his old father was going to do, Luo Shan, as his son, dared not disobey and immediately went to execute.

Half an hour later, in the open square in the village, all the leaders of each family came, with nearly 300 people densely packed. Under the light of torches, they all looked at the old village chief in discomfort.

Standing on the high ground, the old village chief pointed to the group of people below and said, "What do you look like? Mr. Liu teaches everyone the life skills of making mosquito coils. It is not that you forget your roots. They all cut mugwort and burn charcoal. Do you have to do other things? Remember, no matter how valuable the mosquito coils are, how much money can they earn, your life is still the land. Do you understand?"

Some of the villagers below understood it, their faces were a little ashamed, most of them didn't understand it, and they looked confused. Since mosquito coils can make money, why don't they go all out?

Whether it is understood or not, the old village chief has another identity as the patriarch, and no one dares to refute it.

He is the absolute authority of this village!

No one refuted, the old village chief looked a little better, and sighed and said, "I understand everyone's mood, but things are not what you do. Mosquito coils are important, but other things cannot be left behind."

Speaking of this, the old village chief suddenly raised his tone and said, "Let me listen to it. The food provided by Mr. Liu to everyone is here one after another, and there is no shortage of that bite. From tomorrow, the children in the village will cut me mugwort and women will be responsible for burning charcoal. As for the adult men, half of them will be used to make mosquito coils, and the others will be used to repair the river and lift the fields. Now I will go back to discuss with my own family who is responsible for making mosquito coils and who is responsible for repairing the river embankment and fields. I will make arrangements later!"

After saying that, ignoring the villagers who were peering each other, the old village chief left angrily, thinking that tomorrow would be the assembly line operation that Mr. Liu mentioned, such a mess would not work...

"This village chief is a wonderful person, not blinded by interests. For the villagers, the fields are the foundation..." Liu Xiu murmured to himself when he saw this scene in secret, and then left quietly with a smile on his face.

A senior like the old village chief who was in moderation, looked at the village, and there was no big problem.

In fact, before teaching villagers to make mosquito coils, Liu Xiu thought of a question: benefits are often accompanied by disasters. The emergence of mosquito coils will bring benefits to the villagers in a short period of time, but will it also cause trouble?

After careful consideration, Liu Xiu felt that it should be no big problem.

First of all, mosquito coils are simple to make and not difficult to copy. Following the trend will inevitably occur. Moreover, the benefits brought by this thing are not so great that it makes people jealous and kill people. Therefore, Liu Xiu felt that the appearance of mosquito coils will at most slightly improve the quality of life of the villagers and will not cause any harm.

This is also why Liu Xiu taught the villagers to make mosquito coils. Otherwise, it would be no problem to give Liu Xiu's ideas in his head to give the villagers a fortune.

It is enough to slightly improve the quality of life of villagers, so that they can eat, wear and not get hungry or cold...

At night, Qingliu Town dozens of miles away.

The Zhou family hesitated for a moment, took ten plates of shoddy mosquito coils to find the manager, and stood outside the door and said, "Butler Zhang, the villagers of Linbian Village, dozens of miles away, sent a kind of mosquito repellent, saying that the mosquito repellent effect is very good. After igniting a plate, you can control the whole night without being troubled by mosquitoes and flies, and you don't have to suffer from smoke. Should you send it to all the masters, wives and young ladies?"

The door opened, and a chubby middle-aged man walked out, glanced at the mosquito coil in the doorman's hand, and immediately frowned and said, "What good things can a country man have? Just like a chicken's shit, I asked me to take it to the master's wife. Do you want me to be scolded? I lost it!"

After saying that, the butler didn't even look at it, and went into the house and closed it.

The Tian family also staged this scene, but the housekeeper said that the master and the young master were discussing major issues and did not dare to disturb them. Let’s put the problem of mosquito coils first, and let’s talk about it if you have the chance. In this way, the mosquito coils have not been used.

In addition, the Liu family's concierge also took mosquito coils to find the butler, but the butler was hesitating. If there was such an effect, would he use it for the master and his wife? After all, in this hot day, no one is too annoyed by mosquitoes and flies to sleep.

"Linbian Village?"

Just as the butler was hesitating, a voice talking to himself came from a distance.

The housekeeper was stunned. When he saw the person talking, he immediately stepped forward and bowed, "Miss, you are back."

The one who talked to himself before was Liu Qingqing. It seemed that he had just come back from outside and his face was a little tired. He passed by here and heard the three words Linbian Village and felt a little familiar. He subconsciously stopped and talked to himself, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.

The housekeeper came over, she nodded and asked, "Where is Linbian Village? What happened?"

"Miss, Linbian Village belongs to the Tian family. Yesterday you asked someone about Mo Bao's skin and silver thread grass. They all came from Linbian Village. Nothing happened there. The villagers sent a kind of mosquito coil, saying that after lit the house at night, they would not have to worry about mosquitoes all night," the housekeeper explained immediately.

After listening, Liu Qingqing just said oh, then ignored it and walked away.

But after she took two steps, she suddenly realized that the person seemed to be from Linbian Village? By the way, what's the name?

Liu Qingqing suddenly had Liu Xiu's impressive face in his mind, but he couldn't remember the other party's name. He hesitated a little and was a bit miserable. She said to the butler: "Since the effect is good, I'll send a plate to my father, mother and aunt. By the way, I'll give me a plate too..."

He returned to his residence with a plate of mosquito coils. After washing up, Liu Qingqing was about to go to bed to rest. When he saw a handful of mugwort placed on the table, he instinctively wanted to ignite it, but he saw the mosquito coils next to him, so he hesitated to ignite the mosquito coils.

Lying on the bed, listening to the buzzing sound of mosquitoes around him, Liu Qingqing covered her head with a quilt and said, "Damn mosquitoes, I hope it will come early in winter, but it will be so cold in winter..."

On a hot day, the quilt was so stuffy that Liu Qingqing stretched out her head and exhaled, not realizing that the sound of the mosquitoes had been much smaller until there was no such thing. She slept in a daze until dawn.

After dawn, Liu Qingqing sat up and reached out to touch her face and arms. Since summer began, she has been bitten by mosquitoes on her body every day. How can she stand it as a beauty-loving girl? So she has to check it every day.

But this time, Liu Qingqing found that there was no discomfort at all.

Subconsciously, she looked at the mosquito coil that had burned into ashes and murmured: "It really works? If there are more, you won't have to worry about mosquitoes in the future? It's simply a blessing for those who love beauty..."

As soon as her eyes lit up, she immediately turned over and rose up.

For some reason, Liu Qingqing subconsciously flashed Liu Xiu's face in her mind, and there was an instinctive feeling that mosquito coils and Liu Xiu had some connection...

The villagers sent more than 200 plates of mosquito coils to the town, but in fact they only had dozens of them. Most of them were useless, but a small number of people who used them tasted the sweetness.

Before dawn that morning, Linbian Village became busy. Children went to cut mugwort, women went to burn charcoal, and adult men made mosquito coils, and half went to trim river embankments and fields.

The mosquito coil production has entered the assembly line mode. The molds that the carpenter has worked overnight are put into use. The plates of mosquito coils are spread out and dried when the sun rises.

At noon, when the sun was the most harsh, the mosquito coils made in the morning were already dry. Although the villagers were not familiar with the assembly line operation, hundreds of villagers also made 10,000 yuan in the morning, which was much more exquisite than yesterday's shoddy ones. They were all exactly the same, and there were patterns on the mosquito coils.

The prepared mosquito coils were carefully placed in the wooden box, with about ten boxes.

With the sun on his face, the old village chief found Liu Xiu and asked for his opinion: "Mr. Liu, the first batch of mosquito coils have been made. Can they be sold in the town?"

Last night, Liu Xiu also ordered a plate of shoddy mosquito coils, which were effective, and the annoying sound of mosquitoes buzzing disappeared.

At this time, when I heard the old village chief’s inquiry, I nodded immediately and said, “Of course, I can do this, I will go with the villagers and I happened to visit Qingliu Town again, but I have to walk at night when I come back.”

The day before yesterday, Liu Xiu wanted to go to Qingliu Town to learn more about the world, but it was delayed by teaching the villagers to make mosquito coils. Now it was just right to go, so I could check the sales of mosquito coils and come back and suggest planning the production scale.

It would be good if Liu Xiu followed him, so the old village chief hesitated and asked again: "Then how should this mosquito coil be priced?"

"How about a copper plate and a plate?" Liu Xiu made a proposal.

With a glaring eyes, the old village chief was stunned and said, "Will it be too expensive? After all, the food is less than two copper coins per kilogram!"
Chapter completed!