Chang'an, Tang Dynasty.

Yang Mingyuan held a glass petri dish that was slightly thick but still ahead of the manufacturing process of this era for hundreds of years, and carefully shouted a word.

"System, apply for acceptance."

【Ding! Ingredient analysis, please wait!】

[The current properties of the Petri dish are as follows: Hyaluronic acid (microbial fermentation method), purity 0.1%, which has reached the human absorption standard!]

[Congratulations on completing the system test task: making hyaluronic acid!]

[You have successfully started a continuous task in life: the first step to love beauty!]

[Please use hyaluronic acid to make the mask and sell it successfully. The profits you make shall not be less than one thousand gold!]

[You have obtained the auxiliary book "The Process Flow of Facial Mask"]

A series of prompt sounds sounded in Yang Mingyuan's mind, making him happy and sad.

As a scientific research dog, Yang Mingyuan never thought that he would become a member of the vast army of time travel.

It’s okay to travel through time, but the problem is that others are fighting for the world with the system, and they are hugging each other. He is so lucky that he is forced to do scientific research under such difficult conditions! It’s a non-stop project like extracting hyaluronic acid!

Yang Mingyuan originally wanted to resist - there was no sterile room, no centrifuge, no microscope and closed fermentation tank, did he use his head to get hyaluronic acid?

However, the accidental animal he obtained in the system said that the time traveler had to compete for employment and would not be loaded until the task was completed.

For a bright future, he was forced to conduct a continuous experiment for half a year.

With the systematic "Made of Basic Instruments for Scientific Research" and "Hyaluronic Acid Production Method" Yang Mingyuan finally extracted the appropriate streptococci, completed the strain fermentation, and isolated the standard hyaluronic acid, commonly known as hyaluronic acid.

But what he didn't expect was that what was waiting for him was another problem.

Making a facial mask is not difficult for him. For a scientific research dog with strong hands-on ability, having textbooks is equivalent to half of success.

The problem is that you get a thousand gold by selling facial masks... Now it is the 7th year of Zhenguan. As for the price of rice, you only sell four or five cents per bucket, and only one tael of silver will be exchanged for one tael of silver for one thousand cents. Ten taels of silver is one gold, and one thousand cents will be ten thousand taels of silver!

How many masks do you need to sell to get it?

"Forget it, put out the mask first. If it doesn't work, it will be more expensive."

Yang Mingyuan gritted his teeth and made a decision. He had reached this point, so of course he could not give up halfway.

After exploring for a while, he took the remaining few dozen cents and went to the market to buy two feet of silk and some fragrant powder ground from silk and some flowers.

After looking back, he found that there was still a gel substance, so he went to the neighbor's house next door to smooth out a pot of aloe vera.

After making proper preparations, Yang Mingyuan brushed the pot and boiled water, and began the production process.

He first cut the silk into a shape slightly smaller than his face, leaving a space for his mouth and nose, and then disinfected with high temperature, added distilled water, fragrant powder, and aloe vera gel, and placed it in a clay pot to cool it.

Originally, glassware was needed to be used in this step, but unfortunately, Yang Mingyuan’s current value is too pitiful and he doesn’t have that much money to buy materials to burn qualified containers.

However, the system only requires a thousand yuan to be sold, and there is no need to make too many requirements for the quality of the mask itself, so Yang Mingyuan made it a little shoddy, which is convenient for future "product upgrades".

After waiting for almost two hours, Yang Mingyuan took out the satin soaked in solution and put it on his face and tried it.

The mask is still very effective. At least in the eyes of a man like Yang Mingyuan who has never used a mask, this thing obviously makes his face moisturized, tighter and smoother.

The only drawback is that silk is not very effective in retaining water liquid, and it starts to dry in just two or three minutes.

Yang Mingyuan didn't care about this, as long as it was effective, as long as it was effective,... the ancients who had never seen a facial mask could not tell it!

The personal experience made him full of confidence in his works. After thinking for a moment, he picked up the clay pot and went out to the most prosperous East City in Chang'an.

There is the most lively Pingkangfang in Chang'an, which is a famous red light district in the Tang Dynasty, with a large number of customers!

......

One hour later.

Yang Mingyuan finally arrived at his destination.

Just after noon, the streets were crowded with people, and there were a lot of gouache shops around them, and many turtle men invited guests in front of the building.

Yang Mingyuan looked around and chose a place with many people. He placed the clay pot with twelve masks on the ground, shouting: "Walk by, don't miss it. The freshly baked magic medicine for beauty, one tightens the skin, two fades wrinkles, three rejuvenates the spring, and four national colors and fragrances!"

"Purchase now, I will also write a free poem! I will make you famous in Chang'an!"

After the words fell, many beauties turned back.

Yang Mingyuan's words were considered. Today's Tang Dynasty literati have a strong atmosphere, and there are many legends that women who have become the top brand in a brothel because of a poem. He believes that his conditions are enough to attract the attention of scheming bitches.

However, he ignored a crucial factor.

Fame.

Without fame, who believes that you can have any excellent works? It’s useless to write a poem without excellent works!

When passers-by saw that Yang Mingyuan was not a literary giant, his face was green and just like he was in his prime, he suddenly lost interest and stopped just by a glance, and he still did what he should do.

Yang Mingyuan suddenly felt helpless - the heat was not enough!

"Dingdang."

At this moment, several copper plates suddenly fell from the sky in front of Yang Mingyuan.

Immediately afterwards, a girl dressed in a maid poked her head out from a brothel on the left: "The little baby downstairs, my girl said, "You are also a scholar. Just use the money to buy some food and study. Don't be embarrassed here."

Passers-by around also laughed.

"It's still Zhao Xiaoniang's kind-heartedness. Boy, you are not like this. At your age, you have not read more books than I have eaten. Is there a courage to write poetry here?"

"That's right, there are countless scholars in this world. You can catch a scholar in any store. Isn't it a place where kids like you talk nonsense?"

Yang Mingyuan ignored him.

He looked at the copper plates on the ground, suddenly smiled, bent down and picked them up calmly.

"Thank you for your good wishes, girl."

Yang Mingyuan bowed to the upper floor: "But a gentleman does not accept the food given by pity. Well, I will give you a discount on the opening. I will treat you as a gift. I will think of this money as my magic medicine, and I will write a poem by the way."

There was a scholar dressed in a scholar next to him and a teasing look on his face: "Is it a limerick?"

There was another burst of laughter around.

Yang Mingyuan seemed to have not heard of it and took a step: "The clouds think of clothes and flowers think of appearance."

cough!

The scholar was stunned and stared at the scene.

The passers-by around stopped laughing, and they all looked at Yang Mingyuan blankly, their minds were confused.

Who am I? Where am I? Why is this kid so arrogant?

Just a poem, just seven words, the artistic conception and literary talent revealed is enough to be called the style of a great man!

At this moment, everyone was stunned. The maid who had thrown the money before said even more, looking surprised.

Yang Mingyuan was calm and read the second sentence: "The spring breeze blows through the thick dew."

As soon as this sentence was released, the girls in the powder shop stopped talking, and the endless stream of people stopped. Even the Turtle Man who invited guests in front of the door stood on the spot.

Everyone was staring at Yang Mingyuan, with hot eyes and complex eyes, eager to hear the next sentence.

Yang Mingyuan took another step and finished speaking in one breath: "If it weren't for the presence of the group of jade, he would have met under the moon on the Yao platform."

After saying that, he shook his hand at Zhao Xiaoniang's position: "Is poetry okay to find a girl?"

Perhaps because she was still shocked, Zhao Xiaoniang didn't answer.

But when the people around Yang Mingyuan heard this, their faces turned red.

Not bad? Not bad?

Do you call such a unique work okay?

If such masterpieces of history are only 'ok', would you let those in the world? Will everyone still live?

At this moment, all the people who mocked Yang Mingyuan before showed embarrassment and covered their faces and left.

It's embarrassing!

More people looked in Zhao Xiaoniang's direction.

——What a beauty who could lead this young man to make such a masterpiece?

"I am the second young master of the Zhao family, and I am willing to give ten gold coins to hang Miss Zhao's head!"

A quick-responsive person shouted.

As soon as these words were spoken, countless people spoke.

"I'll pay twenty gold!"

"Twenty gold is nothing! I'll pay thirty gold!"

"forty......"

"sixty......"

In the blink of an eye, the bid price soared to 100 gold!
To be continued...