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

The reason is quite simple. There was a big storm along the coast not long ago.

The sites previously used for salt production were destroyed.

Zhao Lang also took a look at the current salt production method.

Very crude.

A small amount is salt that naturally crystallizes in seaside depressions.

Then we dig out the salty soil from the seaside, pour it in brine and fry it with salt.

These require a lot of craftsmanship.

Now we need to rebuild, but we don’t have enough manpower.

Yes, it's that simple.

Zhao Lang was a little confused at first. There were not enough manpower, so couldn't we just recruit more people?

But after looking at the slave market yesterday, there were no slaves who knew the craftsmanship. He could probably guess some of the reasons.

But he didn't panic at all about this matter. He had the salt purification method provided by the system before, and he roughly knew the principles of sun-dried salt.

Even if there are few people, he can lead the people and get this thing done.

Then just leave it to the sales channel provided by the cheap daddy.

The right way is to get the salt farm up and running as soon as possible.

The next morning, Zhao Lang woke up quickly.

What happened in the past few days made it impossible for him to sleep in.

"Xiaoqi, Xiaojiu, why don't you hurry up..."

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

He didn't bring them out at all.

While on the road, he was somewhat familiar with it, but once he returned to this village.

He had another delusion.

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

This further strengthened his plan to train elite soldiers.

He didn't want to die one day with a thick roster and tell him that these were all his own people who had sacrificed their lives.

"Compassion does not command troops..."

Zhao Lang sighed and got up on his own.

"Wangcai, let the stewards of the other four Zhuangzi come here to report. When I come back, I want to see the situation of these Zhuangzi."

Zhao Lang explained to Wangcai,

"Then from today on, the young servants in the courtyard will have to follow the training."

"The spider web must be put into operation as soon as possible. First, we need to find out the surrounding conditions of several villages."

"The county also needs to send people there."

Wangcai smiled bitterly and said,

"Sir, there are our people everywhere on Zhuangzi, so the spider web will naturally work easily."

"But we just got here..."

Zhao Lang also knew that he was in a hurry, but he especially hated the feeling of his eyes going dark.

"If you don't have anyone, just use money to buy information. I will give you one thousand taels of gold. Within a month, I will at least know the gossip that everyone in the county knows."

Zhao Lang said calmly.

Wangcai gritted his teeth and agreed.

"This time when I go out, I will only take them to death. Zhuangzi, I will leave them to you."

After saying that, he got on his horse, took a dozen people who were ready to die, and galloped towards the direction of the salt field without any hesitation.

There is no Xiaoqi, Xiaojiu, Uncle Fu here in Zhuangzi, nor are the two teachers.

He couldn't feel nostalgic in his heart.

Galloping all the way.

These days, they also practice riding horses on the road.

It's not possible to fight immediately, so the problem of transportation is not big anymore.

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

"Master, this place is too desolate."

Looking at the surrounding environment, he frowned and said.

The fields along the way here are in a state of desolation, and not a single person has been seen for a long time.

Zhao Lang thought about the fertile land here and said with a bit of regret,

"This is a borderland, so this situation is normal."

After finally finding the person, he asked for the specific location. When Zhao Lang saw the salt farm, his brows furrowed involuntarily.

This was completely different from the salt farm he imagined.

Not far from the beach, in a flat area.

There are piles of earthen nests in a mess, which should be used for making salt.

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

Not long after the group arrived, a small official in Tsing Yi came over with two people.

"Who's stopping at the saltworks!"

Facing so many people, the clerk asked without fear.

"We are the new merchants in charge of the salt field. This is the document."

Zhao Lang handed over the prepared documents.

"It turned out to be a merchant, why did you arrive now? The salt works have been suspended for a long time!"

"Within a month, I must see one thousand kilograms of coarse salt!"

"Otherwise, this salt field will be handed over to others from now on!"

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

Zhao Lang was not given a chance to speak at all.

Zhao Lang was stunned for a moment. As a merchant, he was in charge of sales and not production, but what was going on now?

This little official's reaction was extremely wrong.

At this moment, the two people left behind said,

"This young master, I am the steward of the salt field here."

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

"Can't the salt farm produce even a little salt now?"

Even if there is no equipment to light a fire to refine salt, there are always natural salt crystals on the seaside, so there will be no output at all.

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

"Young master, you don't know. There are more than a hundred slaves in the salt farm, so naturally there is still some output."

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

The two stewards said something to each other. After Zhao Lang had almost seen the entire salt field, he understood what was going on.

It's an old story. The local powerful man named Zhao colluded with the petty officials to get the salt farm.

After the salt field was destroyed, they took the opportunity to take away all the craftsmen who knew how to make salt in advance, leaving only the slaves.

No wonder the clerk behaved so strangely.

But this is not a problem at all for Zhao Lang.

Just a thousand pounds of salt.

"Go down and start work tomorrow."

Zhao Lang said calmly.

The two stewards said,

"Sir, there are no craftsmen here. The slaves don't know how to make salt."

Zhao Lang waved his hand and said,

"It doesn't matter, I will."

The two stewards looked at each other silently, this was not a simple technical issue.

Both of them also know some technology.

But neither of them said much.

After Zhao Lang and the others entered the salt field, a figure left the place in a hurry.

At this time, there was a house full of guards in the county town.

Several people in luxurious clothes were sitting and talking together, kneeling opposite each other.

"Young master, please rest. Wei Yi is here to marry Princess Yushu on the order of the king."

"From now on, Yan and Zhao will reunite again. When the time is right, we can complete the great cause of restoring the country."

Wei Yi spoke impassionedly, but Zhao Xie seemed not very interested.

When Wei Yi saw this, he smiled and said,

"Don't worry, young master, Princess Yushu's appearance is unparalleled and she will definitely satisfy you."

"Princess please!"

Zhao Xie was about to explain when he saw a woman walking in slowly.

A beautiful oval face, bright eyes and white teeth, red lips lightly parted and said,

"Yu Shu has met the two young masters."
Chapter completed!