Chapter 209 Return to Girlhood
The two sides of the conversation diverged, just as Wang An left the grassland.

Dalu happily returned to his tent, holding a few bars of soap given by Wang An.

When his wife saw the small bag in his arms, she seemed to have guessed something and came up to him happily.

"Boss, let me see, how much did that Han Chinese give you?"

Dalu proudly handed the small package to the woman and said nonchalantly, "I got along quite well with that young shopkeeper. He respected me like a big brother. Before I could ask for it, he gave me all the soap he had with him."

"Not only that, they also gave me a few bottles of moisturizing glycerin, saying that applying it on the face can moisturize and lubricate the skin, but I don't know if that's true or not."

"Who cares whether it's real or not? It doesn't cost any money anyway." The woman happily took the small package, opened it and saw a few bars of soap and a few porcelain bottles.

He had already seen the benefits of soap, but he was still not sure about the moisturizing glycerin.

Perhaps because of the previous experience with soap, the woman was very curious and followed Dalulu's instructions. She first cleaned her hands and face with soap, and then applied moisturizing glycerin on her hands and face.

It did feel slippery, but other than that there wasn't much else to it.

The woman was a little disappointed, but she felt happy again when she saw the remaining bars of soap. She stood up and said, "I'll send a few bars to Mrs. Birch."

Darlu was so angry that he stumped her and said, "Don't you see what time it is? Lady Boqi has already gone to the big tent to serve His Majesty the Khan. Is she still waiting for your soap?"

The woman rolled her eyes in disdain, sat down again and said, "Good intentions are not rewarded, aren't we doing this for you?"

He had no choice but to surrender and hug the woman to please her.

Under the dim light, Da Lu seemed to have an illusion. He felt that the yellow-faced woman he had been facing for more than ten years now had a moist face as if he had returned to his youth. He couldn't help but salivate.

This night was a passionate night for Daru and his wife, the first night they had experienced in a long time.

The next day, the woman came out of the tent with a refreshed spirit, carrying two bars of soap and a bottle of moisturizing glycerin in her arms, and walked towards Mrs. Birch's tent in high spirits.

In the tent behind him, Daruzhe had a pale face and staggered out of the tent, looking exhausted.

"You should stay away from this woman from now on. She wants to kill me..."

The woman walked through the huge camp, turned left and right, and came to a relatively gorgeous tent. She politely said to the maid at the door, "Is Mrs. Birch back? Please tell her that Degorha has something new to offer."

The maid obviously recognized Degolha, and she politely asked him to wait for a moment and then went into the tent to report.

After a while, he appeared at the entrance of the tent again and invited Degolha to enter the tent.

Degolha walked into the tent with a smile on his face, and immediately lay on the ground, kowtowing to a woman on the carpet.

On the carpet was a burly woman with broad shoulders, a big waist and an unusually plump figure.

Seeing De Golha coming in, Mrs. Birch sat up and patted the tent soldier beside her, motioning Golha to come over.

De Golha was not polite and sat down with a smile on his face.

Mrs. Boqi immediately asked, "The maid said you have something new to give me, why don't you show it to me?"

De Golha immediately took out the soap and moisturizing glycerin and placed them in front of Mrs. Birch. Mrs. Birch picked them up and fiddled with them for a while. The soap was gray and there was nothing special about it. She opened the moisturizing glycerin and smelled it. She only smelled a frozen and unpleasant but somewhat strange smell.

I immediately wondered, “What is this?”

Degolha didn't dare to play dumb and immediately told the origins of the two things one by one.

Hearing that these two items were obtained from merchants from the Southern Dynasty, Mrs. Boqi said indifferently: "Merchants from the Southern Dynasty are the most cunning. They always like to exaggerate ordinary things. De Golha, you must have been cheated? How is it? How much silver did you spend?"

Degolha was a little overwhelmed and defended himself, "My husband said that the Southern Dynasty merchant was quite honest and that he and my husband got along well from the first sight. These treasures cost money, but they were all given away for free."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Boqi said with even more disdain: "Since it is something that costs nothing, it can't be a treasure."

However, while she was talking, Mrs. Birch's eyes accidentally fell on De Golha's face, and she suddenly uttered a cry of surprise, "De Golha, your face?"

De Golha was immediately startled, and nervously touched his face and said, "Mrs. Birch, what's wrong with me?"

Mrs. Birch held Degorha's head in her hands and looked at it carefully. "Why is it so smooth? It doesn't seem to be as rough as others."

As he spoke, he touched it and found it was a little slippery. He put his hand close to it and smelled it. It was the scent of the moisturizing glycerin that he had just smelled.

De Golha had not looked in the mirror since getting up in the morning. Upon hearing this, he immediately picked up the bronze mirror beside him and observed carefully. Then he said with joy: "Mrs. Boqi, please don't say that this moisturizing glycerin is useless. It was really because of this moisturizing glycerin that I applied it last night that my skin is so smooth and tender like a girl."

De Golha said, pulling up his collar to show it to Mrs. Birch, "Look, all the women on our grasslands have greasy collars. But how about mine?"

Mrs. Birch touched it and found it was exceptionally clean.

"You made new clothes? Your man is really good to you..."

De Golha said proudly: "How could that damned fellow of mine be willing to make new clothes for me! I have worn these for years, but I just washed them with the soap from that Southern Dynasty merchant, and the grease stains and dirt that had not been washed off for years were washed off in one go."

Mrs. Birch then held up the soap and moisturizing glycerin in disbelief, saying incredulously, "It actually has such an effect!"

"I would never dare to deceive anyone, not even you, Lady Boqi!"

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Within a few days, Lindan Khan's eight wives and the wives and daughters of the small and medium-sized leaders in the Chahar tribe all noticed the changes in Degolha and Mrs. Boqi.

The women in the barrage have been weathered by the weather, with rough and cracked hands and feet. Because they eat too much beef and mutton, their sleeves and collars are covered with years of dirt and oil stains, some even shiny black, which makes people feel sick.

The Eighth Concubine was better, she changed clothes more frequently and had a better image.

But the hands, feet and face are also rough where they should be.

But the wives and daughters of middle and low-level bosses were not treated so well, and they all looked shabby and miserable.

But the sudden appearance of two glamorous women, Degolha and Mrs. Birch, immediately attracted the attention of others.

(End of this chapter)