Daming: I, Yang Xian, really govern Yang!

Chapter 9 The prosperous Ming Dynasty when everyone could afford salt
Yangzhou Prefecture.

Yang Xian looked at the young man in gorgeous clothes in front of him with a look of surprise on his face.

"Why, Yang Qing is surprised to see me?" the young man said with a smile.

"Your Majesty, Yang Xian, pays homage to His Highness the Crown Prince!"

"You don't need to be polite, Yang Qing." Zhu Biao looked at Yang Xian with a smile and said. "It's only been a few months since I last saw you, but Yangzhou City has already changed a lot. Yang Qing, you are a great contributor."

The visitor was none other than the current prince Zhu Biao.

According to Yang Xian's own estimation, if the imperial court really wanted to send someone, it would probably be during the autumn harvest.

At this point in time, Yang Xian suddenly couldn't guess the other party's intentions.

Zhu Biao proposed to take a look at the newly established salt farm in Yangzhou.

Yang Xian naturally followed the good and followed the flow.

Along the way, the two chatted frequently, and the monarch and his ministers were in harmony.

It has to be said that Zhu Biao does have a unique personality charm that makes it difficult not to feel close to him.

Yang Xian also deduced the purpose of Zhu Biao's trip through some details of the chat.

Good guy, Zhu Biao actually came to ask him about the shortcomings of the Ming Dynasty's Kaizhong method.

It is indeed Zhu Biao who can see so far just through a few words written in his memorial.

Yang Xian had no reservations about this. He was a lover of historical online literature, so he directly stated the rhetoric that he saw on the Internet in later generations, explaining various interests and disadvantages.

Zhu Biao listened very carefully, sometimes frowning, sometimes nodding, and sometimes directly expressing his own opinions.

Yang Xiandu answered them one by one.

"Your Highness, the salt field is just ahead." Yang Xian said.

"Okay, let me see the salt farm run by Yang Qing himself." Zhu Biao said with a smile.

Anyway, he had achieved the goal of this trip and was in a particularly happy mood.

Zhu Biao has clearly seen the problem, but it is impossible to cancel the opening of China in a short time. The war in the border areas is tense and the food shortage problem is not solved.

But the food problem will eventually be solved.

Therefore, Zhu Biao was already satisfied with his trip to Yangzhou.

But when he saw the working conditions of the salt farm, he was still shocked.

After reading Yang Xian's memorial, Zhu Biao spent a lot of time to finally figure out the new method of making salt. Yang Xian only wrote down the principles and methods in the memorial, but did not go into detail about what kind of equipment to use. Many things They need to figure it out themselves.This is one of the reasons why the court has not yet promoted this new salt-making method to the whole country.

After seeing some unexpected equipment and facilities in the salt field, Zhu Biao would suddenly realize that it could be like this.

I admire Yang Xian even more.

This is a busy time, and the salt workers in the salt field are extremely busy.

Zhu Biao looked at it for a while and suddenly frowned.

He always felt that something was wrong.

Although there are many salt workers in the salt field, there is no clutter at all.

There are those that specialize in knocking salt ore from the salt wall, there are those that specialize in crushing salt ore, there are those that specialize in grinding, and there are those that specialize in dissolving and filtering.
A word suddenly came to his mind, flowing water!
Yes, the entire salt-making process is as smooth and orderly as flowing water.

Zhu Biao stood aside for a while, obviously seeing something extraordinary, but couldn't figure out the trick for a while.

"Yang Qing, I see that your salt farm seems a little different from other salt farms." Zhu Biao asked.

Since you can't understand it, just don't think about it.Yang Xian reached out and grabbed a small handful of refined salt and put it in his hand. After checking the quality, he threw it back.

He pointed at the salt workers in the salt field and said: "To get the final snow-white and pure table salt, we need to mine, crush, grind, dissolve, filter, and analyze these steps. I have divided all these steps, and each person is only responsible for one." Steps, this will not only improve efficiency, but also improve quality.”

Seeing that Zhu Biao was still half-informed.

Yang Xian immediately clapped his hands and signaled all the salt workers in the salt field to stop.

There is no teaching that is more clear than a personal demonstration.

"Xiao Li, you take five young people and make salt according to the method you used at the beginning."

"Old Sun, you also bring 5 people and do things according to the method I taught you."

Yang Xian shouted to two of them respectively. A young man and an older man responded and began to obey the orders.

"Come here, put up a stick of incense!"

After Yang Xian saw that everyone was ready, he asked someone to set up a lit stick of incense aside.

Then, the game began.

Two groups of people started to get busy in the salt field.

Zhu Biao understood Yang Xian's intention, so he looked at it very seriously.

In his opinion, it was obvious that the team of the young man named Xiao Li had the advantage, because the people in this team were all young and strong labor force.

On the other hand, Lao Suntou's side is basically elderly.

Just as Zhu Biao thought, whether it was knocking salt mines or transporting and grinding, the team of young people obviously had the advantage.

But he couldn't stand the smooth working process of Lao Suntou's team. It might not be obvious at the beginning, but the longer time goes by, the more obvious the advantages of assembly line work will be.

It didn't take long for the two sides to widen the gap.

A stick of incense burned out.

The amount of salt prepared by Lao Suntou and his team was five times that of Xiao Li and his team.

With such an obvious result in front of them, let alone Zhu Biao, even an illiterate person who couldn't read a single Chinese character would be able to understand what was going on.

"I see."

Zhu Biao's eyes sparkled and he was surprised: "Just by simply changing a production model, the production speed increased by five times!"

If this model is promoted in salt farms across the country, wouldn't the speed and efficiency be greatly improved?

Zhu Biao looked at the man next to him, and suddenly remembered a sentence the other man wrote in the memorial. Combined with the scene he saw at this moment, he couldn't help but feel in awe.

"Weichen hopes to see a prosperous Ming Dynasty where everyone can afford salt!"

It was precisely because of seeing this sentence that Zhu Biao believed in Yang Xian unconditionally and was willing to stand up for him in Fengtian Hall.

How could a person who could say such a thing, a person with such lofty aspirations, and a person whose whole heart only cares about the common people, waste the people's rice seedlings for the so-called false reputation?

In previous dynasties, salt was a luxury product for the common people.

It's not that the common people can't afford it. Affordability and daily use are two different concepts. For the common people, food is always the first priority, and survival is always the first priority. As for whether they live well, that will come later.

And if this production model can be promoted, coupled with the new method of making salt, the amount of salt produced in the entire Ming Dynasty will increase dozens of times.

The vision in Yang Xian's memorial will be realized in the foreseeable future.

The man in front of me not only talks the talk, but also does it.

(End of this chapter)