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She also borrowed a jar from Aunt Zhang’s house to bring the ginger juice back.

Since she didn’t bring money, she first owed the money for buying ginger, promising to send it over when she had money. She didn’t have money for now because the little bit of silver at home was to be used for debt repayment.

Fortunately, Aunt Zhang was kind-hearted and allowed her to buy on credit. If it was someone else, they probably wouldn’t have done so for fear she couldn’t repay the money.

From the window in the secondary bedroom, Xiao Qinghe saw his wife return. The corner of his lips hooked up in a shallow smile. Although he believed she wouldn’t leave, he still felt touched and cherished her return.

She should have left.

But his selfish desire was for her to stay.

Xiao Yishan and Xiao Yuchuan, who were in the master bedroom, heard the footsteps and were both overjoyed. Chuan couldn’t wait and called out, “Wife, wife, is that you coming back?”

The yard was very quiet, with no response from the Ghost.

Only the sound of footsteps remained.

Listening to those footsteps, both men were almost certain it was their wife’s.

“Wife!” Xiao Yuchuan called out again, but she still didn’t respond.

Su Qingyue went to the storage room and took out some asarum from the herbs she had put there yesterday, and cleaned them along with the three bundles of soft branches she had acquired today.

She then cleaned the pot on the stove, scalded it with boiling water so that there was no oily residue left, and then lit the fire to simmer the willow, mulberry, and locust branches in water.

Once that had been boiled into a paste, she would add ginger juice and asarum to make a crude medicinal mud toothpaste.

With the remaining over one hundred copper coins, and with nothing else in the house worth selling, there was really nowhere else to come up with money. She couldn’t ask her second brother to sell himself – she couldn’t bear to see her brother with his great figure sold cheaply.

If they made toothpaste, maybe selling it would make enough money.

Last time she went to town and wandered around the village in the last few days, she discovered that there was actually no toothpaste being sold in this era.

Poor families simply gargle with water and a willow twig, while wealthier families would use salt to clean their teeth. Even richer families, she casually asked Aunt Zhang, who said that the young ladies from wealthy families use refined fine salt to clean their teeth, which is more delicate and not as coarse or salty as regular salt.

Anyway, she thought the salt would definitely be very salty and brushing your teeth with it would not be as comfortable as toothpaste.

With that in mind, she felt selling toothpaste was truly a great way to make money.

The only problem was that the crude toothpaste ingredients were too simple. Once she had made it and someone bought it, a doctor with some medical skill could easily determine what herbs it was made from.

What if someone imitated and sold it? Would her path to making money be cut short?

She considered for a moment and then picked few more herbs from the pile in the storage room and added them to the pot. Adding a few more herbs did not necessarily enhance the effects, but it would make it harder for people to guess the ingredients in the ointment.

“Wife!” Xiao Yuchuan, having waited a long time without getting any response, called out again with a hoarse voice.

Su Qingyue went to the doorway of the master bedroom and glared at him, “Are you calling a ghost?”

“Hehe… Wife, you’re really back.” Xiao Yuchuan wasn’t angry at her impolite tone, “Wife, I’m so glad you’re back. Second Brother, look! Wife hasn’t left…”

Xiao Yishan was also overjoyed, the stern face hidden behind his beard. Without looking closely, he wouldn’t notice his excited expression.

Su Qingyue looked regretfully at Xiao Yishan lying on the bed and said, “Second Brother, I just asked around in the village, no women are willing to take you in. ”

Xiao Yishan’s face turned black, his heart was about to burst out of his throat from anxiety. “Yue’er, you…. you really asked?” How could he even face people anymore?