Fisherman [ Danmei MTL ]

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After Zhuang Youcheng came to the market, Zhuang Qingran no longer dared to make trouble. Zhao Qian arranged an inn and let the officials spend the night in it.

That night, Zhuang Youcheng called Zhao Qian to the inn.

"I thought about what you said, really, there is a way to save time and effort?"

Zhao Qian smiled. It was what he expected that Zhuang Youcheng was shaken.

He made some tea and poured a cup for Zhuang Youcheng. "Sir, if you dare not say enough, you can try first. If the adult is satisfied by the time, we will talk about the rest later."

Zhuang Youcheng touched his chin, and now his son has found, letting go of the big bumps in his heart. The things arranged by the court could not be done in a day or two days, but he was not in a hurry. He wanted to come to Zhao Qian and said it was right. In just one day, he took care of it and thoughtful, but he felt that Zhao Qian could do something big.

"Okay, then according to what you said, when things are done, your benefits are indispensable." Then, he picked up his teacup and took a sip, and there was a hearty laugh from the two in the room.

Zhao Qian wanted to use the salt drying method, but now it is autumn, and the intensity of the sun is no longer as strong as summer, but fortunately, the sun along the coast is not small, and the weather is relatively hot.

If you catch the tail of the autumn tiger, there will still be not a small result.

Sun salt generally has to go through seven processes of beach building, beach consolidation, tide absorption, brine production, brine measurement, crystallization, and salt recovery.

It is quite complicated, but compared to boiling salt, it can be intuitively saved.

He used fire materials and cooking salt was a waste of firewood. He found a barren stall along the coast and built a beach. At that time, he often went out to the sea to fish. He saw patches of salt stalls on the coast.

After the salt was dried, white flowers bloomed.

A piece, like thick snow, the scene is very magnificent. He also specially learned about the process of drying salt.

Now, according to the steps in his memory, he is making pond ridges and pond gates.

The people who followed had never seen such a method of making salt, so they could only blindly accept his instructions, dig loose the soil in the built beach pool, dry it, and then put it in the sea water and soak it barefoot in the pool.

Tread the pool evenly, flatten the bottom with a scraper, then drain the seawater from the pool to dry, and compact and flatten it with a stone that is polished into a cylindrical shape.

To put it simply, salting is to encircle some sea water and expose it to the sun to allow the water to evaporate and gradually crystallize to form solid salt. 

Among them, he left the tedious process to others, and he needed to control the technology the most.

Zhuang Youcheng originally disliked running too far back and forth to the sea. He was tired of riding around in a carriage all day, but wanted to see what Zhao Qian was playing, so he had to get up early and greedy for a while. But after arriving at the beach, in order to show the appearance of the people's parents and officials, he did not want the master to hold an umbrella to cover the sun. As a result, he dried it like a greasy fat pig.

He watched Zhao Qian play the beach several times and didn't understand at all, but the bumps and tiredness made him lose a few kilograms.

Zhuang Qingran felt sorry for his father and sent the delicious wine and food every day.