Chapter 821

The coverage of Guo Dong's skill is really quite wide!

The old Song family was amazed and planned to use it immediately:

"How do you make it? Is it difficult? Teach me!"

Who doesn't know that cosmetics earn money!

Guo Dong instantly became proud: "Teaching is fine—I don't want money, just have the mountain canteen provide me with meals for a year next year."

However, the cunning Zhang Yanping had already opened his phone: "Pah! Why are you so good at thinking? There are too many tutorials for homemade skincare products online, I've already found several!"

Guo Dong wasn't panicked at all: "How simple are the tutorials taught online? Antibacterial agents and emulsifiers are added, stirred, and that's it. Song Tan, honestly, does such a simple method deserve the price of your family?"

Song Tan was puzzled: "Why doesn't it deserve it? My raw materials are enough to be worth it."

Not to mention anything else, the tea trees have absorbed a lot of spiritual energy this year, right? If the oil pressed from those tea seeds wasn't too low in cost-effectiveness, she really wouldn't have missed it.

Guo Dong:...

So angry! Why doesn't your old Song family play cards according to common sense!

She snorted: "Cosmetics is a new industry, and I am a professional with a certificate. Filming videos will make people trust it more... Just tell me if you want to have fewer disputes and raise the price more!"

She stretched out a pair of hands for everyone to see—don't mention it, although Doctor Doctor Xiao Guo Yi's face was tanned (it's much fairer now than in summer), her pair of hands were truly fair, bright, and translucent because of constant maintenance, and the skin was firm and healthy.

It was indeed a pair of good hands!

Zhang Yanping:...

Good heavens! No wonder he didn't earn much money talking about earning money with Guo Yi! She herself is a good hand at earning money.

He emphasized in frustration: "If you only make hand cream, you can only film your hands, please don't show your face! Otherwise, who would believe that the things you make are effective."

Guo Dong thought to herself, I'm thirty and still look like I'm in my early twenties, isn't that enough to convince others?

But looking at Song Tan's skin and then at Zhang Yanping's face, she defaulted to it again.

Thinking that the family's mugwort plan for next year also started from Doctor Doctor Xiao Guo Yi, Song Tan nodded generously: "Okay, I'll cover your meals for a year."

Guo Dong instantly beamed with joy—her cooking skills were just enough to make the food cooked, although she could pick vegetables from Song Tan's vegetable garden every day, but that technique...

I heard that the food on the mountain is very good, and the chef's skills are enough to make up for the lack of ingredients. Since that's the case, she won't be picky! Anyway, the old Song family eats quite a lot, just buy some more to go with it.

As for why she didn't ask to eat directly at the old Song family...

Doctor Doctor Xiao Guo Yi felt guilty.

However, before opening a new track, first, the old Song family also has to get a certificate.

Although their family has all the certificates, no one expected that this farm could also start a skincare business! So Song Tan enthusiastically sent a message to Little Secretary Zhu:

"Do you want to eat stewed fish pieces at noon?"

There is no certificate in this world that Little Secretary Zhu can't get.

If there is, it must be that the old Song family doesn't need it for the time being.

Little Secretary Zhu, who was holding a big bowl and shoveling rice into her mouth, was full of sadness: "My connections aren't used for this..."

Those are only useful at critical moments. Now she also has to act according to the rules! At most, queuing is a bit more convenient...

This hateful Song Tan! Why does she have to find her for everything!

Song Tan also felt quite guilty—to be reasonable, she respects national cadres very much. She solemnly stretched out her hand at this moment: "I'll give you ten hand creams when the time comes!"

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough!" Before Little Secretary Zhu could speak, Guo Dong next to her had already turned to the side and coughed earth-shatteringly.

After she finally eased up, the first thing she did was stare at Song Tan with round eyes: "Ten? Did you take the wrong medicine? Why are you so generous? Besides tea oil, this hand cream also needs your family's beeswax."

"Huh?!"

Song Tan was stunned, and suddenly turned to look at Zhang Yanping: "The link you sent me, doesn't homemade hand cream need olive oil, emulsifier, and antibacterial agent?"

Zhang Yanping was also confused: "Ah this, ah this, rubbing hands is about the same."

It's very different, okay?

How much beeswax can their family produce!

She turned to look at Little Secretary Zhu, who instantly retracted her outstretched hand: "The cost is too high, ten is—"

Little Secretary Zhu smiled and held her hand, her voice sweet enough to drip honey: "Sister, do I have no idea how much honey your family can sell every month?"

But beeswax isn't honey!

Song Tan remembered the few boxes of honeycomb stored at home, and felt very heartbroken at this moment—

"This hand cream must be expensive!"

The cost of this hand cream is indeed expensive.

Because beeswax is extracted from the honeycomb, a large basin of honeycomb only produces a ball of beeswax the size of a fist. Compared to the price of honey, this is truly precious!

After lunch, Song Tan moved out the five big boxes of broken honeycomb stored at home—stored from early summer until now, every time the honey shaking was finished, the honeycomb had to be frozen for two days before being taken out, and now only this much has been saved.

These are all new honeycombs, one jin of honeycomb can produce about eight taels of wax. It sounds like quite a lot, but firstly, the honeycomb itself isn't that heavy, and secondly, beeswax is heavy, and the dosage isn't small.

Everyone pondered how many hand creams could be produced from the honeycomb, and what size bottle should be used. Song Tan asked Qiaoqiao: "They haven't been able to collect much honey recently, right?"

Qiaoqiao nodded gloomily: "There are no flowers, there was no honey shaking this month, all left for them to eat, and they can still eat for a while."

Song Tan also sighed.

This isn't a four-season honey source place. Professional beekeepers are driving cars at this time, pulling beehives to warm winter areas with flowers.

And she can only prepare well, buy more pollen online, and feed them with spiritual energy when the time comes.

These bees have become picky eaters. Even if they are taken out now, they probably won't like other flowers.

There is one more thing—

"Is Da Xiong okay recently?"

Qiaoqiao was puzzled: "It's quite good, it's just eating a lot. The bees can't collect much themselves, so they don't really want to feed it..."

Song Tan was thoughtful: "Oh, then its lifespan is quite long. I originally estimated it should die in early October."

It seems Da Xiong has absorbed a lot of spiritual energy!

Qiaoqiao was stunned.

"Da Xiong... die?"

"Why would Da Xiong die?" His eyes turned red.

Then crystal clear teardrops gradually gathered in his eye sockets, sliding down along his trembling eyelashes. His expression was both confused and pitiful, like a puppy kicked for no reason on the side of the road.

Song Tan paused.

Finally, she said: "Da Xiong is a bumblebee queen! After the queen hatches and lays eggs, she only has a lifespan of less than a year. In autumn and winter, she should die—a new queen will be born in the bumblebee colony."

The new queen will look for a suitable place to sleep in the cold winter, until she wakes up in the Jingzhe period of the coming year.

She will crawl out of the soil again, and then search for a suitable cave to successfully carry out the next round of hatching...