Author: March

As for completely pure table salt, there is no need to think about it. It is simply impossible to achieve in this era.

But having said that, this can actually grade table salt.

For example, the first batch of salt crystals that naturally precipitate after being exposed to the sun before being completely dried are the highest quality.

The further back, the worse.

The first batch of precipitated salt crystals can be sold as luxury goods.

Salt is a national treasure, but high-quality salt is also a luxury product.

For example, the shaped salt used by Wang Li at the banquet for Zhao Si.

It is shaped like a crouching tiger, and is even carefully carved by craftsmen. Each piece can be said to be of great value, and it looks very good when placed on the table.

According to common sense, the first batch of naturally precipitated salt crystals should not contain too many impurities, and the color should be closest to pure white snowflake salt, rather than the bluish-gray mixture of various impurities formed after complete drying.

“Get some big pools!”

Just do it if you think of it. Anyway, we are in Lantian camp and there is no shortage of people.

Wang Li enthusiastically dispatched people to help Zhao Si open the pond.

"You also need a sieve, the finer the better!"

Large-scale mass production is definitely different from experimentation. Zhao Si put forward everything that came to mind.

The pool alone has six square pools measuring ten feet.

Although Guanzhong is not an important salt producing area, there are quite a few brine salt mines that people like you said cannot be eaten.

Wang Li sent men to dig out brine salt and transport it back...

By the time the pool was opened, it was already dark.

Zhao Si had seen the sky during the day, and it should have been sunny in recent days unless there were any accidents.

The salt-drying method requires good weather, otherwise it will be a big deal if it rains.

As for the method of boiling salt, it was already popular in Qi during the Warring States Period.

The people of Qi, who face the sea to the east, have long known how to boil the sea to make salt.

However, Zhao Si needs crystals that naturally precipitate through slow evaporation of water, and the sun-salt method is more economical. It is nothing more than a comparison of the sky.

"However, for large-scale salt production, I am afraid that both the drying method and the boiling method must go hand in hand, otherwise it will be too dependent on the weather. As for boiling salt, honeycomb briquettes seem to be able to replace firewood and charcoal!" Zhao Si thought to herself.

In ancient times, the utilization rate of coal was extremely low. However, there was not much coal mining in ancient times, especially in the pre-Qin era. There were many open-pit rich mines. Making honeycomb briquettes to cook salt was far cheaper than using firewood and charcoal.

Modern knowledge has a subtle linkage!

"It seems that briquettes have to be put on the agenda." Zhao Si said.

In this era, the rich open-pit mines are gone, and the cost of coal is very cheap. After the use of honeycomb coal and coal becomes popular, it will inevitably replace firewood and charcoal.

As for air pollution? I’ve traveled through time and you still talk to me about environmental protection?

Because making a drinking pool is not a small project and requires ramming of soil, it cannot be completed in a short time.

Ramming the soil once may not be enough. It is estimated that you have to ram it back and forth several times, soak it with water, and then continue ramming it.

If the soil is not rammed and water is poured in, it will turn into a mud pit in a short time, and it will be exposed to the salt of a hammer.

The pond should be large and shallow, and try to ensure the largest sunshine area so that the salt can dry out quickly.

It was getting dark in the blink of an eye, and the soil for several pools had just been dug and tamped.

I have to tamp it back and forth several times later. I can't rush this thing. I dry it, soak it in water, tamp it with soil, dry it again, soak it in water, and tamp it again.

There is no way, the rammed soil will be completely soaked in salt water.

"What if the coastal areas are suitable for the salt-drying method..." Zhao Si scratched his head.

He ignored one problem. Coastal areas have been infiltrated by sea water for thousands of years, and originally there were many saline-alkali lands.

In some places, it is normal for salt to form on the ground when the sun dries it.

The land in the Guanzhong area is relatively fertile, and if the salt water cannot come up after being immersed in it, a lot of losses will occur in the process.

But the good news is that this is an experiment, so it doesn’t matter if the loss is a little more.

The night was getting late and there was no way to continue the construction. Zhao Si was also sleepy early and went home early to sleep.

Wang Li, on the other hand, had some thoughts about Zhao Si's salt production. He wanted to ask his father Wang Ben, but he was afraid of being scolded if he disagreed. After much deliberation, he decided to go back overnight and ask his eldest father Wang Jian.

Now Wang Jian no longer lives in Xianyang. After Wang Jian succeeded in conquering Chu, he was extremely close to retirement. As his body was not as strong as before, he also resigned from his official position.

In short, Wang Jian didn't want to work anymore and couldn't continue, and the First Emperor probably didn't want to stay either.

The two brothers exchanged polite greetings, and Wang Jian went back to the countryside to retire.

Fortunately, Lantian Camp was not in Xianyang City, so it was relatively fast for Wang Li to pat his horse all the way.

After passing numerous identity checks along the way, Wang Li returned home and was led to Wang Jian's house by his servants.

Wang Jian was holding a small black dog and leaning against the charcoal stove to warm himself.

Because of his health, Wang Jian is very afraid of the cold. Even though spring has already begun for a long time and the weather is no longer cold, Wang Jian still likes to cook over the charcoal fire before sleeping at night.

"Is the weather still cold?" Wang Li grabbed the little black dog by its neck and threw it to the ground. Then he knelt down and massaged Wang Jian's calves through the animal skin.

"As we get older, our body heats up slowly." Wang Jian said slowly, squinting his eyes.

Wang Jian is sitting on a jade stool.

This was one of Wang Jian's many trophies. It was something that he had never seen with his eyes in the past, but now it stayed with Wang Jian all day long.

Wang Jian's legs are bad and he can no longer sit on his knees.

Kneeling, as the formal sitting posture in this era, is actually a relatively strenuous task.

"Hanzi" mentioned it.

Duke Ping of Jin and Tang Yan sat down and came out. Uncle Xiang came in, and the Duke lifted one foot. Uncle Xiang asked about it, and the Duke said, "When I was waiting for Tang Zi, his feet were sore and numb and he dared not stretch them."

It can be seen that sitting upright is very tiring.

And the seat that assists kneeling and sitting was born naturally.

There are generally two types of seats. One is a small saddle that is hidden under the buttocks.

The other is Ping Ji, where the legs are hidden under Ping Ji, and the elbows or hands are used to support and exert force to further reduce the pressure on the legs.

As for Wang Jian's legs, even if he used a seat when he was kneeling, they would not last long.

Now I can only squat on a bench or lie on the bed.

Wang Jian patted the head of Wang Li, who was kneeling beside him, narrowed his eyes and spoke slowly.

"Why did you come back in the starry night?"

Wang Li rubbed his grandfather's legs and said, "I am confused, and my friend asked me to go home and ask my uncle."

Wang Jian was silent, and after a long time he signaled Wang Li to continue speaking.

Wang Li quickly explained today's events to Wang Jian in detail.

From Zhao Si concocting various tools to turning inedible brine salt into the finest green salt.

When Zhao Si guessed what Wang Li was thinking, he asked Wang Li to ask his eldest father.

Wang Jian squinted his eyes comfortably without even opening his eyelids.

"Can't touch, can't touch..."

Wang Jian patted Wang Li on the head.

"Our family is not short of money."

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