Datang: Salted fish at the beginning, Gao Yang was given marriage by Li Er

Chapter 104 Green Salt
Jin Wangfu.

After a night of autumn rain, a few drops of rainwater remained on the fallen leaves scattered on the eaves, and they gathered together and slid down the eaves.

The moment the water dripped from the eaves, there was a sound of regret.

"Sigh~ Fine salt, fine and even, spread it on a flat surface, look at you, if you gather it together, it won't salt people to death?"

Li Xian held half a cucumber that he had gnawed, pointed at Li Zhi who was busy in front of the stove, and yelled.

"Don't worry, it's autumn now, and the melon and fruit growing season is over. If you waste it like this, the last crop of eggplants in my garden will be ruined by you."

It was the first time he performed the knife himself, and Li Zhi was quite excited, so he didn't care about this preaching.

"Waste a little fine salt, look at your distressed appearance."

"As a teacher, you must not give generously. Besides, although your melons and fruits are good, they are all things that cost nothing."

"For the sake of helping me collect and dry the seeds, why not waste a pinch?"

Li Xian was speechless for a moment, and Cheng Chumo, who was beside Li Zhi, took the bamboo chopsticks, pulled the words on the eggplant, and answered.

"His Royal Highness King Jin lives in a palace, so naturally, fine salt is not precious."

"The flood in the north has just passed, the price of goods is rampant, and the price of green salt has skyrocketed. Now it is ten times the price of rice, which is very precious."

Turning his head to look back at Li Xian, Cheng Chumo smiled.

"So, your master is also very frugal."

The city patrol position is not easy, but Cheng Chumo is a street envoy, so naturally he doesn't have to follow the soldiers all the time.

Originally, ordinary people could come and go in and out of the Jin Palace at will, but on that night, Li Zhi got his wish and ate grilled eggplant. Half of the credit went to Cheng Chumo's night visit, so he gave Cheng Chumo the privilege.

It can't be said that he came in and out at will, but he came whenever he wanted, and it was much more convenient for Cheng Chumo to come in and out.

"Bullshit!"

Li Zhibai glanced at Cheng Chumo, retreated to the low chair, watched the flames and licked the black stone slab.

"Without rice, human beings cannot survive. Without green salt, is it possible that human beings cannot survive?"

Cheng Chumo put away his smile, turned serious, and explained the science in detail.

"His Royal Highness, you are not knowledgeable enough about this matter, and the effect of this green salt is great."

"If you don't eat green salt for a long time, you will feel sleepy, weak, tired, dizzy and drowsy. In severe cases, you will suffer from nausea and vomiting, and even die."

"Think about it, if there is such a soldier, how can there be any force? If the people lack salt, how can they plant the good land of the Tang Dynasty?"

Looking at those wide eyes, Cheng Chu moved his arms silently.

"Hey, don't believe it, it's a fact, just ask Mr., and you'll know."

During this period of time, Cheng Chumo will also talk about some personal experiences or things he knows.

Although Li Zhi turned around to ask Li Xian every time, in this harmonious atmosphere, Cheng Chumo would still try his best to explain clearly.

Throwing away half of the cucumber stalk in his hand, Li Xian rested his hands on his head and leaned against the back of the chair.

Without looking at the coming eyes, he nodded solemnly.

"Indeed."

"The people of the Northland are in dire straits. Maybe you can't understand it, but if you lack salt, you will really die."

The immature face was startled for a moment, then turned serious, and asked.

"The Northland is rich, but floods are like beasts. I heard that many good fields have been swallowed up. Most of the people can only rent acres of rich households."

"In this way, don't they have much money to buy green salt, will they..."

Silently, the formerly shy prince has become talkative and inquisitive.

Staring at those bright eyes, Li Xian was somewhat moved.

The child who was only eight years old was concerned about the disaster and cared for the people of the Northland.In contrast, it seems that a person of his age and weak crown is rather heartless?
Feeling guilty, it's not Li Xian's true nature, so he figured it out in a blink of an eye.

Hooking his fingers, motioning Li Zhi to come forward, seeing the smiling face approaching, Li Xian raised a smile.

"His Royal Highness Jin Wang, would you like to learn how to make fine salt to relieve the crisis in the North and benefit the people of one side?"

Suddenly, Li Zhi's eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly.

"Sir teach me!"

Instead of replying to Li Zhi's words immediately, Li Xian turned his gaze to Cheng Chumo, who was spreading the material aside.

"Brother Cheng."

"The matter of Bai Diezi is quite nagging. I, Li Xian, have nothing left and cannot repay it."

"You should also learn this time, maybe you will make great achievements in the Northland."

Merit?

Cheng Chumo turned his head suddenly, and his mood jumped with joy.

The method of making salt is a great plan to save the country and the people, so Li Xian wants to teach him in just a few words?

With a touch of surprise and suspicion, Cheng Chu silently clasped his fists together.

"I also ask Brother Li for advice."

Leaning back on the seat again, he glanced at the bubbling grilled eggplant on the slate out of the corner of his eye, and Li Xian pouted.

"I'll give it a try and see if you two have obtained my true biography."

The fragrance of garlic is diffused, and a pinch of green onion is evenly sprinkled, and the aroma is suddenly strong.

Carefully picked up the eggplant, put it on a plate, and put it on the desk while Li Zhi licked his lips.

Taking the bamboo chopsticks handed over, Li Xian pulled the wide and fat cuffs and picked one.

The familiar taste lingered again, as if returning to the streets of that later life.

The three friends gathered together to enjoy the spicy and delicious aroma.

"Unappetizing?"

"Huh? No hurry, no hurry, I will take another sip as a teacher."

"how?"

"Smell bad, I can't tell... try a little more."

"Still not finished tasting? I think you are clearly disrespecting the old and bullying the young. No matter how much you eat, you will bottom out!"

With puffy cheeks, Li Zhi picked up the bamboo chopsticks angrily, and grabbed the few remaining masterpieces.

The numbness in his mouth lingered, Li Xian looked at the green smoke of doubt rising in the open space, and pointed casually.

"What I want is not what I portray."

"Actually, being a teacher today is not for roasting eggplants, but for charcoal. Do you know this painstaking effort, Li Xian?"

Smacking his mouth, Li Zhi followed the direction of Li Xian's finger, and was stunned when he saw the temporary pot and stove.

"For it?"

"Why is the black pot and stove really a treasure? Do you have to add such a deep rhetoric?"

After finishing his clothes, Li Xian pretended to be sophisticated, with a serious expression on his face.

"No, no, no!"

"The focus is on these charcoals, which can separate the brine impurities and become green salt that we can eat."

"If it weren't for today's grilled eggplant, where did the charcoal come from? If there is no charcoal, where can there be these things to filter the brine? What's more, the microorganisms, minerals, and heavy metals in the brine are all deadly things..."

With a lot of saliva, he did not hesitate to talk nonsense and use terms that only later generations would have. Li Xian firmly believed that these words would scare the two of them and find a good reason for him to sit here.

After all, now Li Zhi is getting harder and harder to be deceived...

Sure enough, Li Zhi supported his head with adoring eyes.

"Sir... What are these microorganisms and minerals?"

Li Xian glanced at Li Zhi, with a warm smile on his face, a sly look flashed in his eyes, and just as he was about to speak, a sentence came from beside him.

"This charcoal doesn't need to be fired with firewood, isn't it also stored in the Prince Jin's mansion?"

"Brother Cheng, you...then, can that be the same?"

(End of this chapter)