After thinking for a while without any ideas, Qin Fang let out a soft sigh and stood up.
A lucrative side hustle...
Easier said than done.
But just thinking about it, he knew the more lucrative it was, the more dangerous it would be.
It wasn't that Qin Fang hadn't considered making things like soap, perfume, salt, or refined sugar.
But unfortunately...
He didn't know how.
He knew how to use them and eat them.
But not how to make them.
Sorry, but he was a hopeless student.
'Besides professionals in the field, what kind of normal person would bloody research this stuff?'
It's not like he knew he was going to transmigrate...
With a thousand thoughts racing and no clear path forward, Qin Fang simply got up, changed his clothes, and went out.
'It had been four days since I last visited my master's wife. The firewood I chopped for her is probably running low.'
He thought.
