After thinking for a while without coming up with anything, Qin Fang let out a soft breath and stood up.
A wildly profitable side hustle...
It sounded simple enough when you put it that way.
But even a moment's thought made it clear: the more profitable it was, the more dangerous it would be.
It wasn't that Qin Fang hadn't thought about making things like soap, perfume, salt, or sugar.
But the problem was...
He didn't know how.
He knew how to use and eat them.
But not how to make them.
Sorry, just a reminder that I was a poor student.
...Aside from people in those professions, what respectable person would bother learning how to make that stuff?
He hadn't known he'd end up in another world...
With so many thoughts tangled up in his head, he couldn't think of a way forward. Qin Fang simply got up, changed into a different set of clothes, and left.
...It had been four days since he last visited Master's Wife's home. The firewood he'd chopped must be nearly gone by now, right?
He thought.
After leaving, Qin Fang first bought some vegetables... His appetite had been growing, too. It was best to bring his own food when visiting Master's Wife.
Then he headed straight for her home.
Passing through the market, he found a large crowd gathered there, pointing at a public notice board and discussing it.
Several constables stood beside the board.
He could hear voices coming from that direction.
"By imperial grace, this county lies beside the Chuan River and rests against Wei Mountain. It has long been known as a land of propriety and righteousness, and is indeed a fertile place. I have long received the emperor's favor and been appointed to govern this county. I shall remain