The Great Qin: Stop Pretending, Your Father, I Am Qin Shihuang

Zhao Lang already knew about the situation of the salt field when he was on the road.

The reason is very simple. Not long ago, there was a big storm along the coast.

The site used to make salt was destroyed.

Zhao Lang also took a look at the current salt production method.

Very crude.

A small amount of salt crystallizes naturally in the coastal depression.

Then, dig up the seaside salty soil and pour it with brine and fry it with salt.

These all require a large number of craftsmen.

Now it is necessary to rebuild, but there are not enough manpower.

Yes, it's that simple.

Zhao Lang was a little puzzled at first. If there are not enough people, is it enough to recruit people?

But yesterday, he took a look at the slave market. There were no slaves who knew craftsmanship. He could probably guess some reasons.

But he didn't panic at all about this matter. He had the salt purification method given by the previous system, and he probably knew the principle of drying salt.

Even if there are few people, he can take people with him and handle this matter.

Just leave it to the sales channel given by the cheap dad.

It is the right way to make the salt field operate as soon as possible.

The next morning, Zhao Lang woke up quickly.

What happened in the past few days made him unable to sleep in at all.

"Xiao Qi, Xiao Jiu, it's not too soon..."

Halfway through speaking, Zhao Lang stopped. This time he set off because of safety issues.

He didn't bring the two out at all.

When he was on the road, he was a little familiar with it, but once he returned to this village.

He had an illusion again.

Zhao Lang knew that the death of someone in the team still had some impact on him.

This further strengthened his plan to train elite soldiers.

He didn't want to die one day holding a thick roster and telling him that these were all sacrifices of his own.

"Ci is not in charge of soldiers..."

Zhao Lang sighed lowly and got up on his own.

"Prosperity, let the stewards of the other four Zhuangzi come here to report. After I come back, I will see the situation of these Zhuangzi."

Zhao Lang explained to Wang Cai,

"And from today onwards, the young servants in the yard will be trained."

"The cobwebs should also start running as soon as possible. First, find out the surrounding conditions of several villages."

"The county will also send someone over there."

Wang Cai smiled bitterly,

"Sir, Zhuangzi is full of our people, and the spider web is naturally easy to operate."

"But we just got here..."

Zhao Lang also knew that he was in a hurry, but he especially hated the feeling of black eyes.

"If there is no one, just use money to buy news. I will give you a thousand taels of gold. Within a month, I will at least know the gossip that everyone in the county knows about."

Zhao Lang said lightly.

Wang Cai gritted his teeth and agreed.

"This time I'm going out, and I'll only take them to death, Zhuangzi, and I'll leave them to you."

After he finished speaking, he got on the horse, took more than a dozen people who had already prepared to die, and galloped towards the salt field without the slightest nostalgia.

This Zhuangzi does not have Xiaoqi, Xiaojiu, Fubo, nor the two teachers.

He couldn't bear nostalgia in his heart.

galloping all the way.

These days, they also practice riding on the road.

It's not possible to fight immediately, and the problem of transportation is still not big.

When Zhao Lang smelled the fishy smell of the sea in the air, he knew that he was about to get there.

"Patriarch, this place is too desolate."

Looking at the surrounding environment, Damn said with a frown.

The fields along the way here are in a barren state, and not a single person can be seen for a long time.

Zhao Lang thought about the fertile land here, and said with a bit of pity,

"It was originally a borderland, so this situation is normal."

After finally finding someone, he asked the exact location. When Zhao Lang saw the salt field, his brows couldn't help frowning.

This is completely different from the salt field he imagined.

Not far from the beach, in a flat field.

There are piles of soil nests in a mess, which should be used to make salt.

On the other side is a row of dilapidated wooden houses.

It didn't take long for the group of people to arrive, and a small official in Tsing Yi came over with two people.

"Who stopped in the saltworks!"

In the face of so many people, the clerk questioned without fear.

"I'm the new merchant in charge of the salt field. This is the document."

Zhao Lang handed over the prepared documents.

"It turned out to be a businessman, why did he arrive now? The salt field has been shut down for a long time!"

"Within a month, I must see a thousand catties of coarse salt!"

"Otherwise, the salt field here will be handed over to others from now on!"

The little official returned the document to Zhao Lang, snorted coldly, and left quickly.

He didn't give Zhao Lang a chance to speak at all.

Zhao Lang was stunned for a moment. As a businessman, he was in charge of sales and production, but what was going on now?

This little official's reaction was extremely wrong.

At this moment, the two left behind said,

"This son, I am the steward of the salt field here."

Zhao Lang dismounted immediately and walked into the salt field while saying,

"Can't the salt field produce even a little salt now?"

Even if there is no equipment to make a fire to smelt salt, there are always natural salt crystals at the seaside, so there is no output at all.

The two stewards looked at each other, and one of them said with a smile,

"Young master doesn't know, there are more than 100 slaves in the salt farm, so naturally there are still some output."

"But these outputs must be supplied to the Zhao family first."

The two stewards said your words and I said, and when Zhao Lang had almost finished watching the entire salt field, he would know what was going on.

It's an old-fashioned story. The local Zhao surnamed Haoqiang colluded with a small official~www.NovelMTL.com~ to get this salt farm.

When the salt field was destroyed, he took the opportunity to take away all the artisans who knew how to smelt salt, leaving only the slaves.

No wonder the little official behaved so strangely.

It's just that this is not a problem for Zhao Lang at all.

A thousand catties of salt.

"Go on and start work tomorrow."

Zhao Lang said lightly.

The two stewards said,

"Son, there are no craftsmen here, and slaves don't know how to make salt."

Zhao Lang waved his hand and said,

"It's okay, I will."

The two stewards glanced at each other silently. This was not a purely technical issue.

The two of them also have some technical knowledge.

But neither of them said much.

After Zhao Lang and the others entered the salt field, a figure hurriedly left.

At this time, there was a mansion full of guards in the county seat.

Several people dressed in luxurious clothes, kneeling opposite each other and talking together,

"Master Xie, this time Wei Yi was ordered by the lord to bring Princess Yu Shu to marry you."

"Since then, the two countries of Yan and Zhao will join forces again. When the time is right, we will be able to complete the great cause of restoring the country."

Wei Yi's speech was impassioned, but Zhao Xie didn't seem to be in high spirits.

When Wei Yi saw this, he said with a smile,

"Young master, don't worry, Princess Yu Shu has an unparalleled appearance and will definitely satisfy you."

"Princess please!"

Zhao Xie was about to explain when he saw a woman walk in slowly.

A beautiful oval face, bright eyes and bright teeth, red lips lightly said,

"Yu Shu has met two young masters."

For a while, Zhao Xie and Zhao Jie next to him were both fascinated.

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