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Chapter 717 Is It Your Own Seed?

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In the past few days, although Cheng Yaojin, as the general of the Left Wu Guard, is not afraid, he is inevitably worried. `````

It’s not that he is worried about salt making. Not to mention that Zhang Cheng’s team is not afraid to cheat on such matters, and he cannot trust others Cheng Yaojin can’t trust his son.

My real worry is that although it has become a fact that it can turn poisonous salt into green salt, the efficiency of salt making is really slow and irritating.

In the first few days, I was exhausted and worked so hard that I actually got 300 kilograms of green salt.

To say that the number is much smaller, it is really not small from a personal perspective.

Not to mention looking at the entire Tang Dynasty, even in Longyou, it is just a drop in the bucket.

But now, the daily output of green salt has increased from less than 100 kilograms to more than 100 kilograms, and this speed is even getting faster.

This means that the problem of salt shortage in Longyou will never look back.

Cheng Yaojin was most happy that so much salt was that even a big son had not spent any money, all of them were in vain.

Not to mention the green salt that can be obtained later, just the few thousand pounds that have been shipped to the camp, based on the price of 500 pounds of green salt on the market, that is millions of yuan.

However, the happy Eight Cheng Yaojin couldn't help but have some headaches.

After all, no matter how good this green salt is, how can it be better than turning poisonous salt into green salt?

According to the secret reports sent by my children, mine, grind, boil water, boil salt, and by the way, I have learned the skills of making buckets and they are all skilled.

But the key link is now dark.

This means that once you leave the disciples of the two hidden masters, poison salt will not be able to turn into green salt at all.

But no matter how headaches are, Cheng Yaojin can actually understand this method. After all, this secret method can definitely be considered priceless.

Putting your heart in mind, if this method of turning poisonous salt into green salt comes from the old Cheng family, hehe... let alone giving out the method, it is a problem whether you are willing to send thousands of kilograms of salt out.

Fortunately, I read the secret report sent back by Cheng Chumo that although the man named Li did not mean to offer the salt-making method, he did not say anything to death.

Based on Cheng Yaojin's inference, the Li Langjun should have taken the opportunity to make some requests on the grounds of sending salt.

Although there has not been a reply to the secret report sent to Chang'an City in the past few days, the result can be imagined.

As long as it is not excessive and with this salt-making technology, no matter what the Li Langjun makes, the one in Chang'an City will probably agree.

There is no way. This secret technique of turning poisonous salt into green salt is too important for the entire Tang Dynasty.

It is so important that if it weren't for the fact that the two brothers had extremely special identities and origins, and their potential value was far more than this secret technique.

The importance of turning poisonous salt into green salt. I'm afraid the two men have been locked in the prison of Chang'an City at this moment.

What did you say? It is unscientific that a king of a country actually competes for profit with the people?

Sorry, whether a king of a country competes for profit depends on how great the profit is.

How many so-called toxic salt mines are there outside the entire pass? How much economic benefits can it be produced after making green salt?

If it were modern times, if someone invented the technology that could turn abandoned resources into hot materials, what would you think would be the end?

That's right, "Guo Jia" will definitely not compete for profit with the people, because there is no need to come forward at all, and someone will get things done below.

In fact, Cheng Yaojin also thought about calling the brothers to the side for a good talk, but their origins are unknown after all, and the matter is too involved, so they still need the will of Chang'an City.

Just when Cheng Yaojin was happy and confused, the guards outside the tent suddenly reported: "Master General, Captain Cheng is asking for a meeting."

"Let him get in." Cheng Yaojin, who was a little confused, spoke directly and ordered.

As soon as he entered the camp, Cheng Chumo saw his father sitting alone behind the desk, and his fingers knocked the horizontal table in front of him, making a loud noise.

Cheng Chumo, who didn't know what his father was thinking, but he knew very well how bad the other party's temper was in this state, so he quickly bowed and said:

"Captain Cheng Chumo met with the Grand Marshal. Five thousand kilograms of salt have been paid in full. Now we are preparing to return to the salt field. I wonder what the Grand Marshal has to give?"

There is no relationship between father and son in the military camp, only generals and lieutenants, superiors and subordinates. This is not surprising.

Cheng Yaojin looked up at his son. Just as he was about to speak, he found that the other party felt something wrong with him.

Huh? I'm usually sloppy, but it's not right. My son, who is ungrateful, has become clean and tidy, and his face is much more attractive than before.

Well, the lice that I could often see in the past are nowhere to be seen. In addition, I was wearing a obviously cleaned armor, and there was a sense of energy inside and outside.

"After all, it's my own kindness, enough spirit."

Cheng Yaojin, who had praised himself in his heart, became much happier when he was still struggling.

Seeing that his father's eyes were a little different, Cheng Chumo, who was already afraid of being beaten by the other party, quickly took out a bag of oil paper from his arms, and then respectfully handed it to the desk in front of his father.

Cheng Yaojin, who was originally planning to open his mouth, twitched his nose a few times in confusion. The faint fragrance could easily confirm that the bread here should be food.

Although I don’t understand what my child means, being able to enjoy the other party’s filial piety, even if it’s just a bite of food, is already a great comfort for Cheng Yaojin.

I didn't say anything at the moment, and smiled and opened the oil-paper bag, but I saw a big cake wrapped inside. The roasted aroma was tempting and the fragrance of wheat.

After taking a bite, the noodles tasted very good, crispy on the outside and soft on the inside.

What surprised Cheng Yaojin the most was that it was just a noodle cake, but it tasted like meat, and it was still mutton.

After eating the cake in three bites, he picked up the cold tea in front of him and poured it into two bites. Cheng Yaojin asked:

"This cake is really good. It's obviously a cake but it tastes like meat. The chef in the camp should really pull it out and whip it."

"You boy, what's the saying that you said to take out this cake? Tell me quickly and happily."

Seeing that his little thoughts could not be hidden from his father, Cheng Chumo hurriedly said:

"Dad, this pancake was made by Young Master Yun. It uses meat powder in it, so it tastes meaty."

"Young Master Yun said that this meat powder is not limited to mutton, any meat is fine."

"The kid took out this cake, because it tastes good, so he can eat one piece in a hurry and be hungry. The second is that the cake can be kept for a long time even on hot days."

As early as when I got to eat this cake, Cheng Yaojin also had this idea and nodded and said:

"Oh? There is actually such a way to make cakes. It seems that Mr. Yun has a very extraordinary origin."

"Have the other party brought out the way to make this cake?"

"Yes, not only this kind of cake, but also fried noodles, fried rice and jerky meat can be eaten as military rations."

"The taste is good, and it can be served for a long time in hot weather." Cheng Chumo, who nodded, quickly reported the report.

Cheng Yaojin, who originally thought that this kind of craft that was very useful to the Tang Dynasty would not be so easy to take out Cheng Yaojin.

But then I thought about it that the other party could even give the food techniques that could make a lot of money to the woman in Suijun at will, and it would not be surprising to do such a thing.

"Did those two little guys make any requests when they presented these methods to the court?" Cheng Yaojin asked after pondering for a while.

"No." Cheng Chumo, who shook his head, had a look of wanting to speak but stopping.

"Boy, just say anything if you have anything to say." Cheng Yaojin, who glared at his son, said.

"Dad, as far as the child is concerned, the two young masters don't care about this at all, even the secret method of salt making." Cheng Chumo said carefully.

"Oh? In this case, why didn't he present the method of salt making to the court?" Cheng Yaojin asked.

Seeing that his father had no intention of getting angry, Cheng Chumo then expressed his speculation:

"In my opinion, the two young masters don't want to offer it. First, they want to make some requests, and second, they know that the salt-making method is of great importance and are worried that they will..."

Faced with such a statement, Cheng Yaojin pondered.

Cheng Chumo was a little nervous. Seeing that his father had entered this state again, he gritted his teeth and said with a tough forehead:

"Dad, Young Master Yun is a good person. He did this military ration after seeing the reason why we had eaten too poorly."

"Although Young Master Li doesn't seem easy to talk to, he is not a bad person. During this period, the child has learned a lot of skills from him to kill the enemy."
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