When the villagers came back to their senses, they all looked at Shi Qingluo in disbelief.
"Why didn't you sell the formula?"
They could make ice in summer, so this formula must be very expensive.
Didn't they see the Wu family wanting to buy it forcily?
Shi Qingluo smiled at everyone generously.
"This is the formula my master gave me. I wanted to build a tomb for him and let more people remember him. So, I thought of sharing this formula in public so that I could accumulate merit for him.
"Those who successfully learnt the method, if they remember how good he is, they can also offer him a few incense sticks from time to time in the future."
Using the name of a dead old priest for such things wouldn't evoke fear among those in power.
The crowd not only couldn't find any reason to refute, but also affirmed Shi Qingluo's filial piety and generosity.
