Qing Wan came back to her senses, suppressed the suspicion in her heart for the time being, looked at the maid in front of her, and shook her head: "It's okay, you haven't said anything yet, what do you want from me?"
Daukou handed a basket of agarwood in front of Qingwan, scratched her head, and said with a troubled expression: "This is it. I don't know how to clean it up?"
Staring at the basket of raw agarwood blocks in front of her, Qing Wan suddenly remembered what she had just seen in that strange space.
After thinking about it carefully, he told Daukou: "Don't rush to take it out to dry in the sun. Soak all the agarwood in water. At this time tomorrow, pry open the overlapping parts inside, wash away the sludge inside, and then take it out." Come out to dry. After drying, continue to soak in water for a full day to remove the black sludge inside and the white glue on it. Then dry again and soak again, and then scrape off the rotten wood. After that, soak in water for seven days and select The submersible and non-sinkable ones are exposed to the sun separately until they are completely dry, and then ground and canned."
Daukou was dumbfounded when he heard this. He racked his brains and managed to remember one thing clearly. He couldn't help but frowned and muttered in a low voice: "Why is it so troublesome?"
"Okay, go quickly!" Qing Wan urged.
She also knew that this method was much more complicated than the ordinary method, but for some reason she just wanted to give it a try.
Maybe we can really get better and purer high-grade agarwood.
Agarwood can be divided into many types according to quality. The price difference between high-grade and low-grade agarwood is not even a small amount.
"I know, slave, just do it now!" Daukou stuck out her tongue and trotted out the door.
After the room regained its calmness, Qing Wan couldn't help but cast her eyes on the inexplicably extra book in her hand again. Looking through the contents, she found that it was the book about spices that she had just been reading in that weird space. Books on.
Qingwan was stunned on the spot for a moment.
If I say that everything I just saw was not a dream or my hallucination, does that mean that everything I just saw really exists?
Does that unknown space really exist?
That is to say, all of this is true.
She originally didn't believe in these strange things, but if rebirth was possible, what else in this world was impossible?
If that space really exists, it will undoubtedly be quite beneficial to me.
What she needs most now is a fragrance room like that. A space that belongs only to her. She can browse the experiments to her heart's content without having to worry about someone breaking in and disturbing her. She doesn't have to worry about others suddenly coming and snatching away what belongs to her. Her stuff.
But, how can we enter that space?
Her eyes turned to the warm jade bracelet on her left wrist, and Qingwan carefully recalled what happened before she entered that space.
It seems to be related to this bracelet and that note.
But when she searched the whole house, she couldn't find the note with the word "香道" written on it.
She seemed to...left that piece of paper...in that space...
Qing Wan frowned for a moment, clenched the warm jade bracelet in her hand, walked back and forth in the room with her eyes closed, and kept muttering in her mouth: fragrance, fragrance, fragrance...
Then, something weird happened again.
When Qing Wan opened her eyes, she found that she had entered the same space again.
I was both happy and surprised for a while.
And this time, she seemed to understand something.
It seems that this bracelet and the word incense are the key to her entering this space.