Chapter 116: Toothbrush

The next day, Pan Yun took the drawn talismans down the mountain. She didn't know if the youngest Licentiate had started to doubt her halfway, but he didn't come for a long time.

Fortunately, she didn't have to earn his sixty taels. Once the incense was burned, she sat on the field in front of the temple to meditate and cultivate.

This was Mount Sanqing, blessed by the Mountain God, so her speed was indeed fast. And she didn't know if it was because she was the Temple Keeper, but she felt that cultivating here was no slower than on the top of the mountain.

One must know that the top of Mount Sanqing was truly rich in spiritual energy, worthy of being the best of the three peaks.

How could the spiritual energy at the foot of the mountain compare to the top? And yet her cultivation speed here was not slower than at the top. If the spiritual energy here were even richer, how fast would her speed be?

This made Pan Yun set her sights on a large rock behind the Mountain God Temple.

The large rock was about fifteen meters high and flat on top, but there was a three-meter-square platform at the top of the rock. She felt it was very suitable for her to meditate.

Pan Yun was currently standing beside the temple, looking up at this giant rock.

Actually, she could step on the rock and fly up, but the thing was, after reaching the top, it was a cliff on all four sides, and there was no cover around, so she was a little scared.

Pan Yun didn't think she was afraid of heights; she just cherished her life a bit more. That's right, she just cherished her life.

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

Pan Yun turned to look.

Mo Mo Jidi walked over with a faint smile on his face. Seeing Pan Yun staring at him fixedly again without speaking, her eyes indifferent, his confidence dissipated at once.

Mo Mo Jidi said tentatively, "Temple Keeper Pan, I have come to request the talismans."

Pan Yun nodded, jumped down from the wall, took him into the temple, and handed him the three talismans that were pressed in front of the incense altar.

Mo Mo Jidi took them and took the initiative to say, "Temple Keeper Pan, I have officially changed my name to Mo Zhen."

Pan Yun nodded. "Benefactor Mo Zhen."

Seeing that she finally spoke, Mo Mo Jidi quietly breathed a sigh of relief, put a sixty-tael silver note into the merit box, and then bowed and left.

He had indeed developed doubts. "The Master does not speak of strange phenomena and supernatural forces"—perhaps her calculating that he wouldn't pass before was just a guess.

But he was also afraid that it would be as she said, that there really were strange phenomena and supernatural forces in this world, and she had calculated it correctly.

He didn't want to gamble with three more years of his time, so in the end, he still came.

Sixty taels was not a small amount for him. Carrying the three talisman papers away, Mo Mo Jidi—oh no, Mo Zhen—hoped they would be effective.

After returning home with the talisman papers, Mo Zhen put them in a pouch and hung them on his body.

He breathed a sigh of relief. He had done his human part; the rest was up to Heaven's will.

After Mo Zhen left, Pan Yun started to empty the merit box. After taking out the money, she looked up at the statue. "Master, this is all yours. I don't want it; it's not my savings."

Mountain God:...

Pan Yun closed the door and went up the mountain.

Because she was always going up and down the mountain, her light-body technique had improved. Although she couldn't reach the level of Wang Wang Feiyin, who could go up and down the mountain in a quarter of an hour, she wouldn't run for a long time either.

Running back to the top of the mountain, Pan Yun went to find Wang Cong. "Big Senior Nephew, do you know carpentry? Help me make a three-sided frame."

Wang Cong was confused. "A three-sided frame?"

Pan Yun pulled him to the backyard, stood by the cliff, and pointed down. "Can you see the Mountain God Temple?"

Wang Cong looked and nodded. "I can see half of it."

"Seeing half is fine too. That giant rock behind the temple—look, is there a three-meter-square platform on it? Make a frame for me, take it up, and nail it on. Only leave the side facing the Mountain God Temple open to make it convenient for me to fly up."

Wang Cong was full of confusion. "What are you doing this for, Temple Keeper?"

Pan Yun said, "Don't worry about it. Can you make it?"

"I can, but..."

"As long as you can," Pan Yun said. "The frame must be over 1.2 meters high, and the wooden strips must be dense. There must absolutely not be any gap wider than a foot."

Wang Cong looked her over and said after a moment, "Little Junior Aunt, why are you standing so far from the cliff? You can't even see the Mountain God Temple from there, right? Why don't you come over a bit?"

Pan Yun looked at him expressionlessly. "I can see it!"

"Standing so far away, it must be five steps away, right? Can you see it from there?" Wang Cong: "Come up here. Is it that giant rock you're talking about?"

Pan Yun: "My feet are a bit itchy right now."

Wang Cong immediately stopped speaking, left the edge of the cliff, smiled at her, and said, "Little Junior Aunt, are you afraid of heights?"

"No, you're overthinking it."

Wang Cong nodded. "That's true. Your light-body technique is so good, jumping high and leaping down is no problem for you, so you shouldn't be afraid of heights."

Pan Yun nodded fiercely. "Exactly!"

Wang Cong's eyes crinkled with laughter, and he was nearly holding back tears. Pan Pan Xiao Hei walked to his side and joined him in silently mocking Pan Yun.

When Wang Wang Feiyin came out of cultivation and saw his son hammering the wooden frame with clanging sounds, he was stunned. He turned to look at Pan Yun, who was poking pig bristles into a bamboo handle. "You asked him to make this wooden frame?"

Pan Yun nodded.

"Cultivation is about cultivating the original truth; it's about being free and easy, merging with heaven and earth. Yet you want to set up strips and frames around yourself. Do you think this cultivation is useful?"

Pan Yun: "I go there to meditate to absorb spiritual energy. The wooden frame won't block spiritual energy, so why is it useless?"

She said, "It's useful if my heart is settled. If you don't understand, don't worry about it."

"I don't understand? I still don't understand? Aren't you just afraid of heights, yet you don't dare to admit it? I discovered it on your first day here!" Wang Wang Feiyin said seriously to her, "Being afraid of heights isn't scary. What's scary is that you're afraid of heights and won't admit it!"

Pan Yun: "I've been to high altitudes of thousands of meters and have even flown by controlling objects!"

Wang Wang Feiyin hummed. "It wouldn't be surrounded tightly on all sides, would it?"

Pan Yun fell silent.

Wang Cong asked, "Father, should I still make this wooden frame?"

Wang Wang Feiyin waved his hand with disdain. "Make it, make it."

He looked at Pan Yun with hatred for her lack of improvement. "You're clearly afraid of heights, so why must you run to that rock to cultivate?"

"The view is good there, the spiritual energy is rich, and I can enjoy the incense of the Mountain God Temple."

Wang Wang Feiyin: "But you're afraid of heights."

Pan Yun: "Once the wooden frame is installed, I won't be afraid anymore."

Wang Wang Feiyin opened his mouth and couldn't find words to reply to her.

Wang Cong hammered out the wooden frame that day and said, "Little Junior Aunt, I'll go install it for you tomorrow."

Pan Yun: "That rock is granite, very hard. Is it easy to install?"

Wang Cong smiled. "It's not a big problem. I haven't wasted my years learning martial arts." Pan Yun was relieved. She took a toothbrush from the box beside her and said, "This is the best toothbrush I've made. I'll give it to you."

Seeing the neatly trimmed pig bristles, Wang Cong couldn't help but swallow. "Little Junior Aunt, are we really using this to brush our teeth?"

"Yes, this is much better than willow branches. I checked a lot of information before I found a way to soften them. Try it; it's very easy to use. I'll use it tomorrow too."

It was the first time Wang Cong had received a gift from her, and he couldn't refuse, so he reached out and took it.

Pan Yun held the box and walked around the top of the mountain. She said to Wang Wang Feiyin, "Senior Brother, this is the first pig-bristle toothbrush I've made. I'll give it to you. The first one—I had to give it to you no matter what."

Wang Wang Feiyin was much more discerning than his son. He ran his fingers over the bristles and nodded with satisfaction. "Not bad, not bad. It looks much better than willow branches. Little Junior Sister is indeed thinking of me."

Pan Yun turned to the alchemy room and gave one to Tao Ji. "Third Senior Brother, this is the best toothbrush I've made after accumulating experience. Try it and see if it's super soft and especially friendly to your teeth?"

Tao Ji touched it and nodded. "Yes, it's much better than hard willow branches, and the bristles are dense and fine. The cleaning effect must be good."

Pan Yun received another word of thanks, smiled, returned to their courtyard, and went to knock on Master Xuanmiao's door.

She picked a toothbrush for her and said, "Fourth Senior Sister, this is the best-looking toothbrush I've made. Try it."

Master Xuanmiao was stunned for a moment before taking it and nodding. "Thank you."

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Pan Yun smiled until her eyes narrowed. "You're welcome. We can use toothbrushes together tomorrow."

Seeing Miao Zhen, Miaohe, and Tao Tao Yanbai all had one.

However, they didn't need her to give them one, because this toothbrush was originally made by them together with her.

They went to cut bamboo together, made bamboo handles together, poked and poked and poked on them, and finally thought of many ways to fix the pig bristles inside with ropes before they made the toothbrush.

She had received too many bristles that day. After washing and drying them, she soaked them in medicinal powder to soften them. At this time, she had made more than twenty toothbrushes, and there was still a large bag of pig bristles left.

Pan Yun was already feeling irritable from doing it. She said to Seeing Miao Zhen and Miaohe, "Tomorrow, I'll take the pig bristles down the mountain and let Chahua and the others make them."

Seeing Miao Zhen: "Chahua and the others are helping their families beat hemp now; they shouldn't have time to play with us, and they can't help either."

Pan Yun: "This isn't for them to make for me; it's for them to make for themselves. After making the toothbrushes, keep enough for their own use, and the rest can be taken to the market to sell."

"Who would buy them? In places where willow branches can be picked up at will, they don't even want them, let alone spend money to buy toothbrushes," Miaohe said. "Not many people in the village brush their teeth. We in the Sanqing Temple do it because Eldest Senior Brother and Master require it."

She said, "If Eldest Senior Brother and Master didn't require it, I wouldn't brush my teeth either."

Pan Yun was extremely surprised. "If you don't brush your teeth, your mouth will smell."

Miaohe: "I can't smell it."

Pan Yun sighed. "I finally understand why Eldest Senior Brother and Third Senior Brother would specifically point it out and require it. So it was because of you."

Although Wang Cong didn't trust this thing very much, he still used it the next day, and then he came to find Pan Yun and said to her, "Little Junior Aunt, give the remaining pig bristles to me. I'll solve it for you."

Pan Yun: "How to solve it?"

"I'll let the villagers down the mountain do it, and pay them one wen per toothbrush."

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

Pan Yun: "You want to do this business?"

Wang Cong nodded. "Later, I'll hand it over to the caravan and let them take it out to sell."

Since Wang Cong was taking over, it wouldn't be the simple bamboo handles made of bamboo found everywhere in the mountains.

He had people split the bamboo, polish it, paint it, and fix the color after drying before giving all the materials to the villagers to make.

Pan Yun, Seeing Miao Zhen, and Miaohe went to teach the villagers how to fix the pig bristles. It took half an hour to teach them, and then they spent half an hour getting familiar with it. By the afternoon, in less than two hours, they had figured out three ways to tie knots and thread, and each method was faster than what they had done before.

The three of Pan Yun were dumbfounded, and then quickly accepted it.

Pan Yun: "Sure enough, there is a specialty in the art; this is what they are good at."

Seeing Miao Zhen: "Next time we want to do handicrafts, we should just go down the mountain and find the aunts."

Miaohe sighed: "To thread the pig bristles and fix them, we spent three whole days researching."

The pig bristles that Pan Yun and the others felt were too many and almost impossible to finish were consumed by the invited aunts and sisters-in-law in just a day and a half.

The fastest one earned thirty-five wen, which was almost comparable to working outside.

So the aunts and sisters-in-law automatically helped them find materials.

When Pan Yun went down the mountain with a full stomach, she was startled by the people waiting in front of the Mountain God Temple. "Are the benefactors here to burn incense so early?"

"We're not here to worship the God; we're here to bring you pig bristles. Look, these were all cut yesterday. Look, are they useful?"

Pan Yun saw the full cloth bag of pig bristles and couldn't speak for a long while. "Where did the aunts get so many pig bristles?"

"Cut from the pigs in the village, and I also cut the pigs in my mother's village. I have another bag at home."

Pan Yun grabbed a handful and looked at it carefully before saying, "They are useful, but they still need to be washed, and they still need to be soaked in medicinal powder to soften... I'll do this."

They were waiting for this sentence. Everyone immediately stuffed the cloth bag into her hand, and that aunt ran home again. "You wait, I have another bag at home."

After the aunt brought that bag of pig bristles back and handed it to Pan Yun, they went into the temple to worship the Mountain God.

Since they were already here, they might as well worship. They just happened to make a wish, hoping that Wang Cong would ask them to poke pig bristle toothbrushes every day, so they would 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 medicinal powder.

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

"Ten wen each."

Pan Yun frowned. "That's too expensive."

"Little Junior Aunt, the processing of these pig bristles is troublesome, and my bamboo handles are all painted, so naturally it's expensive. I also plan to select better pig bristles later and go to customize some porcelain handles to see if I can poke the pig bristles in. Then I can sell them at a higher price."

"Porcelain? Wouldn't it break if dropped?"

"That's why it can be replaced often. And families who can afford porcelain toothbrushes wouldn't easily drop them, right?" He said, "If the cost wasn't so high and I wasn't sure about the acceptance of the toothbrush, I would have wanted to make them out of jade, gold, and silver."

What could Pan Yun say?

She could only give him a thumbs up.

Compared to him, she, who came from the future, was much worse. She only knew how to sell technical products, relying entirely on her strong technology.

Pan Yun hesitated for a moment before saying, "If the toothbrush business is really good, I want to teach them the method of processing pig bristles."

They were mainly focused on cultivation and couldn't be distracted by these things.

Wang Cong became excited. "Little Junior Aunt has high virtue. I was just about to discuss this with you. If the toothbrush can open up a market, we should teach them the method of processing pig bristles and let them do it themselves. It would be best to give them the recipe for the medicinal powder as well."

"When they make the toothbrushes, the caravan will purchase them according to quality and then sell them. It's worry-free and profitable. It's a situation where both the villagers and us can make money."

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