As soon as the sky was dawn, many people had already gotten up and started their busy day.

On the bank of a small river in Shangjun city, seven or eight women were cleaning their clothes.

After rubbing it in the water for a few times, then hit it with a wooden stick. The sound of a slap sounded like it had a special rhythm.

However, at this moment, a young woman came over with a wooden basin, which contained clothes to be cleaned and a piece of earthy yellow soap.

After rinsing the clothes in the river for a few times, apply soap and rub it for a few handfuls. Soon, you can see a lot of foam appearing.

When the other women next to him saw this, they surrounded him curiously.

"Miss Zhang family, what is your yellow thing?"

"I've never seen it, there will be bubbles!"

"This clothing looks easier to clean!"

He was talking nonsense, and several onlookers found it extremely novel.

"This is called soap. It was the income from the lottery when shopping in Lingxiao Palace yesterday. It not only cleanses clothes, but also is very useful for cleaning the body!"

The woman who was watched smiled and introduced herself with serene conscientiously.

"Soap? This is really a good thing. Can't you buy it now? You can only draw a lottery?" The person next to him asked.

"Yes, the official release time has not been decided yet, but this thing is really useful!" the young woman nodded and said?

"Soap? So this is the legendary soap!" Another woman next to her seemed to have heard of the name of soap and said in surprise.

"Oh? Do you know what this soap is?" The person next to him looked at the woman again.

"You all know about Mr. Fusu's assassination a few days ago? I heard that Mr. Fusu personally brought a batch of soap!"

"Young Master Fusu? He made this soap, and it will be much easier for us women to clean our clothes in the future!"

"Hmph, that Xiang family is really hateful. Someone who is so good at Young Master Fusu actually assassinated him. He is really a member of the Xiang family who killed Qiandao!"

...

As the saying goes, three women play one play, and a group of women are singing several plays at the same time.

From the beginning, the topic slowly shifted to Fusu, and then these women all shared the same hatred and cursed the Xiang clan.

Because of the assassination of Fusu, the entire Xiang clan seemed to have become rats crossing the street.

"Oh? Look, there is such a big formation there!"

While chatting and talking, a woman suddenly said.

Sure enough, several women looked in the direction, and a four-wheeled carriage was unique, and around them were hundreds of soldiers with distinctive armor.

"This is the car of Master Fusu!"

"Hundreds of soldiers guarding? It seems that the assassination of each young master, which scares everyone else?"

"Look, the young master's car is coming to us!"

...

"Is this lineup a bit too exaggerated?" Sitting in the carriage, lifting up the curtains, looking at the lineup that Meng Tian took her back to the military camp, and said helplessly.

"Young Master, the last general is also on orders. These are all arranged by General Meng!" a young general next to him explained.

"Huh? Has anyone else used soap?"

The team happened to walk to the riverside, and Fusu saw several women, one of whom was still holding a piece of soap in his hand.

"Hey, sister, is this soap useful for cleaning clothes?" Fusu asked.

"Young Master, it's very useful!" The young woman hurriedly replied when she heard that Young Master Fusu actually spoke to him.

"That's good!" Fusu nodded and lowered the curtain.

"Wow, have you heard it? Young Master Fusu actually talked to me, he talked to me!"

"Yes, Mr. Fusu is so approachable!"

"He, he talked to me, it's so good, I, I, moan..."

"Oh no, the little lady of the Zhang family fainted from excitement!"

...

Just because she had a chat with her, the young woman fainted from excitement, and Fusu didn't know.

He put down the curtain and thought to himself that the soap had already started to be put into the free trial, and it seemed that the response was very good.

And these days, factories around the county town are working overtime to rush to make the production and will be officially put into sale soon.

"You can rest assured that Jia Xianfeng is responsible for many factories in Shangjun!"

The winery, glass factory and soap factory were originally built by Jia Xianfeng.

Now that his arm was cut off, he could no longer concentrate on martial arts, Fusu left all the work in these factories to him!

As the pioneer of the army, Jia Xianfeng is considered unfortunate to be responsible for some things in the factory at this moment!

However, as the injured soldier, he gave him some responsibility for the factory. Although he could not use martial arts, he relied on other matters more heavily.

Compared to other soldiers, he is lucky?

"Young Master, in just a few months, the changes in Shangjun have really turned upside down..." Bai Xue saw Fusu's expression of emotion and spoke.

"Well, this is just the tip of the iceberg. In the future, let alone Shangjun City, even the entire Qin Dynasty will change so much that you can't believe it!" Retracting his thoughts, Fusu looked like he was looking forward to the future.

Speaking of this, he changed his subject and said, "Bai Xue, do you really want to follow me to the military camp? Don't you have to stay in the Goddess Pavilion?"

"I am here to take care of the young master, and Yun Niang won't say anything. The young master has kindness to us. Now the young master is injured and there is no careful woman around him to take care of him. How can this be done? Fortunately, you have recovered 60% to 70% now. I believe that it will be fine in ten days and half a month!" Bai Xue's voice was gentle.

"Well, okay, thank you for your hard work!"

Although it is absolutely impossible between me and Bai Xue in terms of identity, her affectionate and righteous look made Fusu feel quite moved.

"By the way, I'm having nothing to do, let me tell you a story..." Bai Xue was kneeling quietly, Fusu lay down, resting her head on Bai Xue's thigh, and said.

"Oh? Is it the follow-up story of Journey to the West?" Bai Xue's eyes lit up after hearing what Fusu said.

"No, this is a short story called "Snow White"!"

Fusu shook his head slightly, then spoke, telling the fairy tale of Snow White and the Seven Dwarves.

When Bai Xue heard the name of the story of Fusu, she understood that this story must have been specially created by Mr. Fusu for himself, right?

Two poems have already made his fame resound throughout the Qin Dynasty.

So what about this story named after oneself?

The young master is indeed kind and righteous! He took care of him, so he taught himself this story to help him improve his fame?

The four-wheeled carriage was moving steadily on the road, chatting, talking, and telling stories, and returning to the military camp smoothly.

"Young Master..."

After Fusu returned to the military camp, Lin Xiaofeng, who received the news, hurried to Fusu.

"What's wrong? Is something wrong?" Fusu asked when Lin Xiaofeng's expression was not right.
Chapter completed!