In the Guanyin Temple on the outskirts of Beijing, Wang Yao was kneeling devoutly on the futon, clasping his hands together and chanting:
"Bodhisattva, Yao'er, please bless Brother Xilin so that he can turn danger into safety, and this guy Lin Xiao will die without a burial place."
Wang Yao's lips were slightly open and she kept praying, with a deep piety on her face.
Ever since she learned that Yu Xilin died in the sea to save Lin Xiao, she had nowhere to vent her hatred and annoyance. She kept talking about Yu Xilin day and night, stubbornly believing that Yu Xilin was not dead, and praying to the Bodhisattva to make him safe as soon as possible.
Return.
However, this kind of prayer seemed to only spread further and further, eventually turning into her obsession and deep-rooted hatred for Lin Xiao.
Zhao Qian, who was standing in front of the door, saw this scene and shook his head helplessly.
He knew that Wang Yao was deceiving himself and others with this behavior.
"Yao'er, uncle asked me to take you home!"
Wang Yao worshiped Guanyin Bodhisattva three times devoutly, and then stood up with the help of the maid.
She followed Zhao Qian silently, her face was still cold, and she couldn't see any emotion.
Zhao Qian took Wang Yao out of the Guanyin Temple and got on the carriage.
"Yao'er, it's been a long time since this happened. What's more, the Yu family doesn't care, so why do you bother yourself?"
Zhao Qian sat in the carriage and sighed softly: "You have to get out!"
Hearing "Yu family", Wang Yao's pretty face flashed with anger, and she gritted her teeth and said:
"They have never shown any affection towards Brother Xilin, so how can they care about his life or death?"
After saying that, the cold-blooded look of the Yu family members who were indifferent to everything and aloof came to her mind.
"Yao'er."
Zhao Qian wanted to persuade Wang Yao again, but was interrupted by Wang Yao:
"Brother, how's the thing I asked you to do go?"
"Brothers' workshop has been completely owned by the imperial court, Yaoer, in fact, we really don't have to do it so brilliantly, if Lin Xiao hadn't figured out how to make salt."
"Who asked him to kill brother Xilin?! This is the retribution he deserves!"
Wang Yao waved her hands impatiently, opened the gauze curtain on the carriage, and stared blankly at the scenery outside the window:
"Brother Xilin, after I finish taking care of the people who killed you, I will go look for you. No matter where the end of the world is, I will find you!"
Wang Yao's beautiful eyes were filled with endless hatred.
She wants to use her own hands to help Yu Xilin get revenge!
Zhao Qian sighed helplessly:
"Yao'er, does it have to be like this?"
Wang Yao did not speak, but nodded firmly.
Zhao Qian knew that any further persuasion would be in vain. He could only place his hope on the people sent out to find Lin Xiao. He had to find a way to contact Lin Xiao and then spread the word!
Outside the Turkic camp, mountains of coarse salt were piled up to feed livestock.
Lin Xiao slowly melted the coarse salt with water, poured it into a special bamboo tube, and then knocked the bottom of the bamboo tube through.
In this way, a simple filter is completed.
Because the impurity content of this kind of coarse salt fed to livestock was too high, the filtration was repeated seven or eight times. Until the filtered concentrated salt water was as clear and pure as a mountain spring, Lin Xiao confidently poured the concentrated salt water into the pot and performed the final step.
of frying.
Xiyue stared at the hot iron pot in disbelief, watching with her own eyes as the thick salt water gradually turned into snow-white crystal fine salt under Lin Xiao's stir-frying.
"Is this fine salt?"
Xiyue has never seen such a magical method.
Lin Xiao smiled, took a pottery bowl, filled it with some, and handed it to Xiyue:
"How does it taste?"
Xiyue couldn't wait to scoop a little and put it into her mouth. She instantly felt that her mouth was filled with a strong salty taste. She closed her eyes and tasted it carefully:
"Salty, very salty, but it seems to have a bit of umami flavor, and the taste seems to be better than the sky-high price of fine salt sold in the market!"
Lin Xiao nodded in affirmation.
This type of coarse salt has a very high mineral content, so the umami flavor will be more prominent.
"Great! Great! The salt problem is solved! I'm going to tell my eldest brother to go!"
Xiyue jumped up excitedly while holding the pottery bowl, and then ran quickly to Prince Hao Lian's tent, shouting as she ran:
"Brother! The salt problem has been solved!"
Hearing his sister's cheering voice, Prince Hao Lian, who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and concentrating, suddenly became happy and jumped up from the bed:
"really?"
Xiyue handed the pottery bowl filled with salt to Prince Hao Lian and motioned for him to taste it.
Prince Hao Lian eagerly scooped up a spoonful and put it directly into his mouth regardless of the saltiness.
Then
He was stunned, and then his whole body trembled with excitement, and his voice was choked:
"It's great! It's great! It's really salty! And it's so fresh!"
Xiyue nodded with a smile, then leaned into Prince Hao Lian's ear and praised Lin Xiao.
She has now become Lin Xiao's number one fan, wishing she could use all the most beautiful words in the world to Lin Xiao!
After hearing his sister's narration, Prince Hao Lian let out a long sigh and his face turned a little gloomy:
"Why don't such talents belong to our Turkic country? Alas! If we can have such wonderful people, then why should we, the great Turks, not be able to unify the Central Plains!"
"It's not impossible to make him the son-in-law of our Turkic country."
Xiyue blinked her big eyes and suddenly suggested: "Why don't you let me marry him?"
"Ah?!" Prince Hao Lian's eyes widened in surprise.
Xiyue pouted her little mouth and said coquettishly: "Brother, sister, I have grown up, and I also like him very much. Don't refuse, otherwise sister will never pay attention to you again!"
At the end of the conversation, Xiyue stuck out her tongue at Prince Hao Lian.
Prince Hao Lian patted her forehead with a wry smile: "Hey, you girl, I really can't do anything to you."
The children of the grassland are so bold and straightforward. As long as it is what they like, no matter whether it succeeds or not, they will try their best to fight for it.
Lin Xiao was frightened by the sudden marriage offer and was at a loss.
what's the situation?
How come you get married for making salt?
Doesn’t that girl Xiyue hate her so much? Why was she willing to get engaged to her in a blink of an eye?
baffling!
Besides, my true identity is a woman!
Lin Xiao looked at Yu Xilin standing on one side as if asking for help, hoping that he could lend a helping hand.
After receiving the distress signal, Yu Xilin coughed twice, then bowed her hands to Prince Hao Lian and said calmly:
"My lord, you should think twice about this marriage!"
Prince Hao Lian raised his eyebrows slightly: "What objection do you have?"
Yu Xilin replied calmly: "As far as I know, Mr. Lin has a close relationship with the Ninth Prince Li Yuyan. If the princess marries him, I'm afraid the princess will become their hostage."
Upon hearing this, Prince Hao Lian was silent for a moment.
He took a deep breath and said:
"Let me, the king, consider this matter of marriage again!"
After saying that, he left the camp, leaving Lin Xiao with a confused look on his face.