The prince is more stable

Chapter 17: All the Wealth Disappeared
The issue of eating is very important.

The four great enjoyments in life are nothing more than eating, drinking, and having fun.

If even the basic need of "eating" cannot be met, what quality of life can we talk about?

Zhao Xiaoqian was not great. Everything he did was only for himself, only to improve his quality of life in this era.

After leaving the kitchen, Zhao Xiaoqian ordered his servants to prepare a large iron pot, three to five pounds of official salt, several large iron lids, and an iron pipe as big as a chimney.

The things prepared were a bit strange, so the servants had to rush to the Bian Jing market to find a blacksmith to make them temporarily.

By the afternoon, the servants had prepared everything Zhao Xiaoqian needed and delivered them to his yard.

When Zhao Hao heard that his son seemed to be doing something strange, he rushed over to watch the fun.

The father and son are of noble status, but both are unproductive people. They are idle people in society and have a lot of free time. They will definitely not miss any lively events.

In Zhao Xiaoqian's yard, he was directing his servants to build a stove in the middle of the yard. A huge iron pot was placed on the stove. Three or five pounds of official salt in the pot had been melted with water, and was emitting a wisp of hot steam.

Zhao Hao walked around the stove in amazement, and exclaimed in admiration: "My son is amazing!"

Zhao Xiaoqian was surprised: "Father, do you understand?"

"I don't understand it at all," Zhao Hao said calmly, "but that doesn't stop me from praising you. Anyway, no matter what my son does, it will be amazing."

Zhao Xiaoqian was speechless and choked with emotion.

Just... mindless praise, no principles at all, right?

The iron pot is placed on the stove, with an iron pipe extending from the top, which is connected to several iron covers at the other end. The device is actually very simple.

The distillation method of salt production, which was nearly a thousand years ahead of the Song Dynasty's salt production method, can perfectly remove impurities in the salt and fully achieve the effect of purification.

He ordered his servants to turn on the fire. The salt water in the iron pot quickly boiled and bubbled. The steam passed through the iron pipe into the closed iron lid at the other end, slowly solidifying and crystallizing.

Official salt is the product of the salt boiling method. All Zhao Xiaoqian had to do was to purify the official salt again and remove the impurities in it. The process was not that complicated.

Zhao Hao opened his eyes wide and watched the magical scene happen before his eyes.

The crystallized salt is as crystal clear and flawless as the first snow.

"This, this is..." Zhao Hao asked in shock and stuttering.

Zhao Xiaoqian looked at him puzzledly and said, "This is salt, hasn't your father seen it before?"

"Such snow-white salt? This..." Zhao Hao was shocked.

Zhao Xiaoqian shook his head, scraped a little bit of food from the iron cover with his little finger, put it in his mouth, smacked it for a while, and finally showed a satisfied smile.

This time there was no bitterness, and his life finally bloomed again.

He scraped off a few layers of fine white salt and put them in a small bowl. The iron pot was still distilling, but Zhao Xiaoqian was too lazy to care about it. He ran to the kitchen with the salt in the small bowl.

"The leek fried egg is ready. I want three bowls of rice. Three bowls!"

He disappeared in a flash, leaving Zhao Hao in the yard, still staring stupidly at the strange distillation device in front of him.

Following his son's example, Zhao Hao scraped off a little salt with his little fingernail and put it in his mouth. He smacked it for a moment, and his pair of little green eyes suddenly lit up.

"Huh? This taste... pure!" Zhao Hao was like a drug lord inspecting his goods. He stuffed the whole finger into his mouth and moved it a few times, still unsatisfied. He looked up at the sky and closed his eyes, with a look of enjoyment on his face.

There is no bitterness at all, and my mouth is full of salty and wet taste!
What did the son do just now? Why did such pure white salt appear when he burned it with fire?
Zhao Hao dared to swear on his own weight that he had never seen such pure salt in his life.

Squatting down with difficulty, Zhao Hao carefully observed the distillation device left by his son inch by inch, trying to find the principle.

He still couldn't understand it, but this time he really thought it was amazing.

Squatting in the yard in a daze, Zhao Hao's eyes kept blinking and his mind was racing.

Salt is a necessity in life, but also a consumable. If we can produce a large amount of this snow-white salt without bitterness, it will not only make your meals more delicious, but also bring you huge wealth!

Zhao Hao's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and the more he thought about it, the more excited he became.

Then Zhao Hao shuddered, and ripples appeared on his fat body. He stood up and ran towards the kitchen.

"Come here, dismantle all these things that the prince has made, move them to this prince's study, lock it up, and no one is allowed to enter!"

"My son, take care. Your father wants to have a good chat with you!"

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The palace kitchen.

Zhao Xiaoqian had already finished two bowls of rice. It smelled delicious, so delicious!
This was the most satisfying meal he had ever had since he traveled through time. Even though it was just a simple plate of fried eggs with chives, his heart was filled with happiness.

A prince of a royal family was so moved by a plate of fried leek and eggs that he almost cried. Zhao Xiaoqian thought he might be a young artist...

A group of cooks stood obediently behind Zhao Xiaoqian, looking at him quietly.

The kitchen was filled with the aroma of fried leeks and eggs, which was mouth-watering. The way the prince prepared this dish and the rich aroma of the dish were unheard of by the chefs.

Seeing the prince eating so heartily, raising his head from time to time with an expression of being moved and happy, the chefs were increasingly astonished and puzzled, but inexplicably felt that it was very mysterious and high-end.

Zhao Xiaoqian worked so hard, his mind focused, that his eating habits even looked a bit ugly.

The prince's status is not necessarily noble. What's there to be proud of if he eats pig food every day?

I have made careful arrangements for my food, clothing, housing and transportation, and I live a comfortable life, which is better than anything else.

After finishing the second bowl of rice successfully, Zhao Xiaoqian smacked his lips, feeling that he still had the energy to fight.

"Another bowl." Zhao Xiaoqian handed the bowl over.

A plump ball of meat rolled into the kitchen. Zhao Hao excitedly grabbed Zhao Xiaoqian and said, "My dear son, I want to have a long talk with you!"

"I'm busy!" Zhao Xiaoqian refused decisively.

Eating is more important than anything else, dad should sit in the back row.

Zhao Hao's attention was immediately drawn to the fried leek eggs in front of him.

"Huh? What is this?" Zhao Hao observed for a while, ordered someone to bring a pair of bowls and chopsticks, picked up a piece of fried leek and egg and stuffed it into his mouth.

Then Zhao Hao's eyes lit up: "Good! Delicious! Did you make this?"

Zhao Xiaoqian held a bowl full of rice with his chopsticks raised in the air. He saw Zhao Hao finish all the food in two bites.

Looking down at his rice, then at the dish which was cleaner than his face, Zhao Xiaoqian began to hesitate whether to turn Tiangang upside down.

"Delicious! Delicious! My son, you have worked hard. Would you like another plate?" Zhao Hao stared at him expectantly.

Zhao Xiaoqian sighed and said, okay, you are the father and you are the greatest.

As a qualified young person who lives off his parents, if you do something for your elders appropriately, the process of asking for money in the future will be smoother and you will gain more.

Since you are already cooking, you might as well make one more dish. You will still be full of food anyway.

So, a dish of fried leek and egg and a dish of stir-fried chicken were quickly served piping hot.

The two most distinguished masters of the Chu Palace sat in the back kitchen, each with a bowl of rice. They picked up the dishes very quickly, fearing that they would suffer a great loss if they missed a bite.

In the end, Zhao Xiaoqian ate three bowls and Zhao Hao ate four bowls. The father and son sat down contentedly, both picking their teeth with a look of satisfaction on their faces.

"My son is very capable. I am finding it increasingly difficult to understand you..." Zhao Hao narrowed his eyes and looked at his son thoughtfully.

"The happiness of the father is the happiness of the child..."

Zhao Xiaoqian organized his words in his mind, thinking about how to ask Zhao Hao for money in a tactful way, and then put on the airs of the prince of Chu and swaggered around to see the brothels of that era.

"Mr. Zhao will pay for all the meals tonight."

Poor people will never know how happy this sentence can make the person involved. It is a kind of joy that goes deep into the soul.

Fortunately, Zhao Xiaoqian soon felt the thrill.

Zhao Xiaoqian was good-looking, rich, and of good social status. He was a handsome young man and a noble gentleman in this corrupt society. He could not imagine how popular he would be in brothels.

If you have the ability, you will be so arrogant.

After a moment, Zhao Xiaoqian finally organized the words in his mind.

"Father, I want to..."

Just as he started talking, Zhao Hao suddenly said, "By the way, Qian'er, our palace is out of money. Your father has given away all the cash in the house. Even the rare treasures that have been stored in the treasury for many years are gone."

puff--

Zhao Xiaoqian choked and coughed continuously, and only stopped when his coughing was heart-wrenching.

"Father, I've thought about it and decided to split the family. I will live well outside." Zhao Xiaoqian said seriously.

(End of this chapter)