Da Qin: Don'T Pretend, Your Father, I'M Qin Shihuang

Chapter 117

Chapter 117: Princess Yu Shu

Zhao Lang had already learned about the situation in the salt field when he was on the road.

The reason is very simple. Not long ago, there was a big storm on 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 is salt that crystallizes naturally in coastal depressions.

Then, dig out the salty seashore soil and pour the brine to fry the salt.

All these require a lot of craftsmanship.

Now it is going to be rebuilt, but there is not enough manpower.

That’s right, it’s that simple thing.

Zhao Lang was still a little confused at first, because there is not enough manpower, shouldn’t it be enough to recruit people?

But yesterday, I looked at the slave market and found that there were no slaves who knew how to make crafts. He could probably guess some of the reasons.

But he didn’t panic at all about this. He had the salt purification method given by the system before, and he probably knew the principle of sun-dried salt.

Even if there are few people, he can take people with him and take care of it.

Then give it to the sales channel given by the cheap old man.

It is the right way to get the salt farms up and running as soon as possible.

Zhao Lang woke up quickly the next morning.

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

“Little Qi, Xiao Jiu, not hurry…”

Halfway through, Zhao Lang stopped and set off this time because of safety issues.

He didn’t bring two people out at all.

When he was on the road, he was a little familiar at first, but he returned to this village.

He had another illusion.

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

This further strengthened his plan to train elite soldiers.

He didn’t want to one day, holding a thick roster, and said to him that these were all sacrificed.

“Why don’t you be merciful…”

Zhao Lang sighed and got up on his own.

“Wangcai, let the managers of the other four Zhuangzi report here. After I come back, I will see the situation of these Zhuangzi.”

Zhao Lang explained to Wangcai,

“Then from today, the young servants in the yard will follow suit.”

“The spider web should also be run as soon as possible. First, figure out the surrounding conditions of several Zhuangzi.”

“The county has to send someone over.”

Wangcai smiled bitterly,

“My son, Zhuangzi is full of our people, and the cobwebs are naturally easy to operate.”

“But we just got here…”

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

“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 Eight Trigrams that everyone knows in the county.”

Zhao Lang said lightly.

Wangcai gritted his teeth and agreed.

“I’ll go out this time, just take them to death, Zhuangzi, and leave it to you.”

After speaking, he got on his horse, took a dozen people who had been prepared to die, and galloped toward the salt field without any nostalgia.

This Zhuangzi does not have Xiao Qi, Xiao Jiu, Fu Bo is not there, nor are the two teachers.

Nostalgia was born in his heart.

Galloping all the way.

These days, they also practice riding on the road.

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

When Zhao Lang smelled the smell of the sea in the air, he knew he was almost there.

“Patriarch, this place is too desolate.”

Looking at the surrounding environment, he frowned and said.

The fields along the way here are in a barren state, and no one can be seen for a long time.

Zhao Lang thought about the fertile land here, and said with a bit of a pity,”It was originally a border land, but this situation is normal.”

After finally finding someone and asking about the specific location, Zhao Lang frowned when he saw the salt field.

This is completely different from the salt field he imagined.

Not far from the beach, in a flat ground.

There are piles of mud nests in a mess, where they should be used to make salt.

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

Not long after the party arrived, there was a young official in Tsing Yi, who walked over with two people.

“Who is staying in the saltworks!”

Faced with so many people, the little official asked without fear.

“I’m waiting for the new merchant in charge of the salt farm. This is a document.”

Zhao Lang handed over the prepared documents.

“It turned out to be a merchant, why did you arrive now? The saltworks have been suspended for a long time!”

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

“Otherwise, leave it to others here in the future!”

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

Don’t give Zhao Lang a chance to speak at all.

Zhao Lang froze for a moment. His identity merchant, who is in charge of sales, regardless of production, is what’s going on now?

The response of this little official was extremely wrong.

At this moment, the two remaining people said,

“This son, I am the steward of the salt farm here.”

Zhao Lang immediately dismounted and walked into the salt field and said,

“Is the salt farm unable to produce even a bit of salt now?”

Even if there is no appliance to make a fire to make salt, there will always be natural salt crystals on the beach, and there will be no production at all.

The two stewards glanced at each other, and one of them smiled and said,

“The son doesn’t know that there are more than a hundred slaves in the salt field, and naturally there are some products.”

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

Two stewards, you say a word, I say a word, when Zhao Lang almost sees the entire salt field, he will know what’s going on.

It’s an old story. The local Zhao surnamed Haoqiang and a small official in collusion, wanting to get this salt field in their hands.

When the salt works were destroyed, they took the opportunity to take away all the artisans who knew how to make salt in advance, leaving only the slaves.

No wonder that little official’s performance is so weird.

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

Only a thousand catties of salt.

“Order to go down and start work tomorrow.”

Zhao Lang said lightly.

The two stewards said,

“My 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 is not a pure technology issue.

The two of them also know some technology.

But neither of them talked much.