From the fusion of Tongbei Quan to the Longevity Martial Saint

Fang Qing and Li Laolai's conflict was merely a dispute between low-level salt workers.

Before things got out of control, Fang Qing continued to go to work.

After all, the entire salt field belonged to the Fang family, a Huizhou merchant family.

As long as the Fang family doesn't sentence Fang Qing to death directly, there's still room for maneuver.

After the tide is drawn in, the next step in salt production is to spread ash and press it into a grid.

The so-called spreading and pressing of ash is carried out in a large ash field.

The core material for ash disposal sites is ash soil.

It's actually just wood ash made from burning reeds, thatch, and other similar materials.

Wood ash, due to its porous structure, can absorb a sufficient amount of salt.

Fang Qing skillfully spread the wood ash on the ash field into a uniform thin layer about 3 centimeters thick, covering an area of ​​about 10 square meters.

After compacting the wood ash into squares of about 10 square meters,

Next comes the most tiring work in the entire saltworks.

Fang Qing picked up two scoops and a carrying pole from the side, carried them on his back, and walked towards the reservoir.

The so-called "hudou" is like a giant bucket.

Each scoop can hold about 100 kilograms of seawater.

There is a distance of about 200 meters between the reservoir and the ash disposal site.

The cattle and horses of the Great Qian Dynasty were more precious than those of the salt workers.

So the guys carrying 200 pounds on their shoulders relied entirely on manpower.

After carrying the load twice, Fang Qing was surprised to find that she was not red in the face or out of breath, and that she could carry more than 200 pounds very easily.

"If this were before, I would be out of breath after about two trips in a row, and I would have to take a break in between."

"But now, since I entered the first level of Body Tempering, not only has my physical strength been greatly improved,

Moreover, the area where the carrying pole used to press painfully against my shoulders is now completely numb.

"It seems that my muscles and bones are gradually approaching the state of being as tough as copper and iron."

Feeling that he still had energy left to carry seawater with the scoop, Fang Qing even wanted to try carrying two carrying poles at once, each weighing 200 jin (100 catties).

Realizing that such a move would be too shocking, Fang Qing had no choice but to give up.

Just as Fang Qing was leisurely splashing seawater onto the ash field ten times in a row,

Suddenly, he looked up and saw a familiar figure.

"Uncle Yang, why are you back?"

Uncle Yang, who had just left home with Yang Jiu Mei and her daughter that morning, was suddenly spotted on the ash field again.

As Uncle Yang handed the water bag to Fang Qing, he said:

"Relatives from the countryside came to the city to pick them up. With those two strong young relatives protecting them, the journey should be perfectly safe."

"As your team leader, if something really happens to you, I, as the team leader, will definitely not be able to escape either."

"Instead of hiding in the countryside, I'd rather stay here; maybe I can be of some help."

At this point, Uncle Yang stopped what he was doing, looked up and sized up Fang Qing, who seemed even stronger than yesterday.

At this moment, Fang Qing was a whole size bigger than Uncle Yang, and did not look like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy at all.

Looking at Fang Qing's strong and healthy appearance, Uncle Yang couldn't help but sigh:

"If your parents were still alive, they would be very proud to see you grow into such a handsome young man."

"Ah, what a pity..."

Uncle Yang had watched Fang Qing grow up since he was a child, and he had a very good relationship with his parents.

It was obvious that Uncle Yang couldn't bear to leave Fang Qing alone here, and was willing to take the risk to help him.

Fang Qing also knew that saying more would be pointless.

The two then began to work.

The subsequent salt-making process after spreading ash and pressing the grid is to extract the brine.

After Fang Qing and Yang Zhi dried the wood ash that had been soaked in seawater,

At this point, the wood ash was already covered with salt crystals.

Collect the wood ash covered in salt frost and transport it directly to the nearby irrigation pit.

A filtration pit can be simply understood as a type of filtration device.

Pour the brine, which contains concentrated salt water and is left over from the previous brine extraction, directly onto the plant ash covered with salt crystals.

The brine washes away the salt frost from the wood ash, dissolving it into a more concentrated brine.

The next step involves coarse filtration through vegetation, followed by fine filtration through sand and gravel.

What leaks down into the brine tank is a highly concentrated brine, commonly known as brine.

However, the composition of this brine is actually quite complex, containing not only sodium salts but also magnesium and calcium salts.

It was nearly afternoon by then.

Then we come to the final step of today's work: boiling the salt to crystallize it.

The salt crystallization took place in a house built of adobe bricks.

A wooden sign hangs crookedly at the entrance of the house, with the words "Zhu Hai Fang" written on it.

The name "Zhu Hai Fang" sounds grand, but it doesn't actually have a roof.

Inside was a huge frying pan.

During the Great Qian Dynasty, this type of flat-bottomed pan was called "pan-tie".

Normally, Zhuhaifang is the liveliest place.

Even if you do a perfect job of tidal water intake, spreading ash and pressing grids, if salt isn't extracted, it won't be counted towards your salary.

Only in the final step, boiling the salt into crystals and truly extracting the salt, can it be delivered to the nuclear inspection department and included in one's salary.

Normally, the few salt-boiling workshops in the salt field are the most bustling.

Fights sometimes break out over the right to use the cooking pot.

But when Fang Qing and Yang Zhi arrived at the nearby salt-boiling workshop, there were many salt workers waiting in line at the entrance, waiting to have their salt crystals boiled.

But when they saw Fang Qing arrive, the salt workers who had been queuing up immediately scattered.

A hint of fear flashed in everyone's eyes as they looked at Fang Qing.

Yesterday, Fang Qing's Ten-Shot Tongbei Fist set broke the bones of Li Laolai and his salt thugs one by one.

Thinking about it now, these people still feel incredibly horrified.

Especially the scene of Fang Qing eating raw shellfish yesterday, which led many people to say behind his back that Fang Qing was some kind of demon king reincarnated.

He was not an ordinary person to begin with.

Several people who were originally in line even knelt down and bowed several times to Fang Qing's back before hurriedly leaving.

Finally, the salt-making family, who had already been boiling salt into crystals inside, with bitter faces, took all the concentrated brine they had been working on from the iron pan.

"Xiao Qing, no, Fang Qing... Lord Fang."

You can use this seafood stew first.

If there's nothing else, we'll be going now.

Seeing the salt worker family packing up and leaving, Fang Qing shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Yang Zhi joked directly:

"See? Now everyone treats you like a demon king descended to earth."

"But that's fine too, now the two of us can use the Boiling Seafood Shop to our heart's content."

Fang Qing shrugged, didn't say much, picked up the bucket, and walked into the Boiling Seafood Workshop.

Fang Qing poured the brine into the iron pan.

Yang Zhi then added the large bundles of firewood left over from the previous salt worker's household to the stove.

"That salt merchant even forgot to bring firewood, which shows how hurriedly he left."

That saves us the trouble of collecting firewood.

After adding a few more pieces of firewood, Yang Zhi suddenly paused and asked curiously:

"Aoko, you're not really going to turn into some kind of demon king, are you? If you do, when I'm old, I'll tell my grandson that when your grandpa was young, he once boiled salt with that demon king!"

"Hey, you know what, that sounds really cool!"

After saying that, Yang Zhi, with a dark face, squatted there and chuckled.

I'm completely engrossed in it and can't tear myself away...