Jiang Qiulu checked some treasury data in the royal study.
Apart from various taxes, there are basically few remaining economic sources.
This is not a good sign.
After thinking for a long time, I still had no idea what to do.
After a while, my stomach started growling.
But it's not meal time yet.
So Jiang Qiulu secretly came to the imperial dining room and prepared to open a small stove.
It is said that since I came here, my meals have been handled by the imperial kitchen.
Jiang Qiulu felt nauseated after eating those delicacies.
Occasionally I would go to De Fei's place to improve things.
After fetching several dishes, Jiang Qiulu made sure that no one was around and then started cooking.
In his own world, Jiang Qiulu lived alone in a rental house.
Being able to cook is one of the necessary skills.
Having been an emperor for such a long time in a daze, he lived a life where he had to put out his hands for food and open his mouth for food.
For a modern person like Jiang Qiulu, this is really unjustifiable.
Pick up a salt shaker and prepare to put salt in it.
But the next moment, Jiang Qiulu discovered.
These salts are not the salts I know at all.
Some of these salts are lumpy and gray in color.
It's not the kind of fine-grained, white-as-snow salt.
Twist it a little and put it in your mouth, and you will feel a bitter taste.
"Pooh!"
Jiang Qiulu spat it out.
Finally, the source of the nausea was found.
It would be strange if I don’t feel nauseated if I cook with this kind of seasoning every day.
Suddenly, Jiang Qiulu's brain flashed with inspiration.
"I can purify this coarse salt and sell it."
"This kind of refined salt does not belong to this era at all. It will definitely sell well?"
Thinking of this, Jiang Qiulu suddenly became excited.
Then I thought of a purification method.
After a while, a burnt smell suddenly came from the pot.
"I am confused!"
…
In the evening, Jiang Qiulu had been thinking about this matter.
At this time, Di Yunhao came to Taiji Hall to deliver the memorial.
"Your Majesty, what's on your mind?"
Di Yunhao couldn't help but ask when he saw Jiang Qiulu who was in a daze.
"Ah, I'm thinking about something."
"Come and sit down, we'll discuss some things later."
After a while, Jiang Donglin and Di Yuanzheng arrived.
"Everyone, the war in the north is now over."
"Daxia's economy and military are both in a state of weakness."
"I decided to set up some industries to increase the revenue of the national treasury."
"What do you think?"
Jiang Qiulu said straight to the point.
"That's a good thing."
"But I wonder what kind of industry your Majesty wants to set up?" Di Yuanzheng asked.
Then, Jiang Qiulu took out a jar of salt and placed it on the table in front of him.
It was the salt I found in the imperial kitchen this morning.
"What is this?" Di Yuanzheng asked.
"Salt." Jiang Qiulu smiled.
"Salt?"
Then, everyone guessed that Jiang Qiulu planned to start from this aspect.
"Your Majesty, our royal family has a special salt workshop."
"And these salts are also sold outside, but the price is higher."
"The rest, I don't know," Di Yuanzheng said.
"No, no."
"If I tell you, I have a skill that can make these salts more refined."
"Is this possible?"
Jiang Qiulu told everyone what he thought.
"Is there really such a way?" Jiang Donglin asked.
"It's absolutely true." Jiang Qiulu assured.
Several people thought about it, but there was nothing they could do to get along.
"Brother Emperor, I think I need to go to our salt factory to inquire about this matter in person."
"You have to practice to get results." Jiang Donglin said.
Jiang Qiulu nodded in agreement.
"Okay, I will go to the salt factory tomorrow."
"Please don't tell anyone about this for the time being."
"I'm afraid that some people with evil intentions will cause damage again." Jiang Qiulu said.
"promise!"
Everyone agreed immediately.
Early the next morning, Jiang Qiulu and Jiang Donglin left the Tai Chi Hall.
"Your Majesty, follow the position given by General Di."
"There is a salt mill in the inner city of our palace, which is specially used to supply the royal family members."
"We can take a look." Jiang Donglin said.
"Okay, let's go there."
Then, the two came to the salt workshop.
Everyone here is busy, and there is a strange smell in the air.
"Your Majesty, why don't we go in?"
"It's okay, let's go." Jiang Qiulu didn't mind at all and strode inside.
Noticing the outsider, everyone turned their heads.
When they saw the dragon robe on Jiang Qiulu, they immediately knelt down and saluted.
"You don't have to be polite, just keep doing your work."
Jiang Qiulu said, picking up a salt block in his hand and observing it carefully.
So someone immediately went to find the steward here.
The steward here is named Zhao and is fat.
At this time, he was lying on a recliner drinking tea.
"Manager Zhao, Your Majesty is here."
A waiter hurried in and said anxiously.
"Come just come, panic..."
"Who's coming?!"
Suddenly, Manager Zhao sat up from the recliner and asked with his eyes widened.
"It's His Majesty! He's already in."
"Your Majesty is here." Manager Zhao muttered several times.
"Go and greet us!"
Manager Zhao immediately dressed up and went out to meet Jiang Qiulu.
"Your Majesty, young Zhao Guangcheng is the steward here."
"I was dealing with business just now and didn't greet you in time."
"Your Majesty, please forgive me."
Zhao Guangcheng knelt on the ground and said respectfully.
"It doesn't matter, just stay flat."
"I just came over to take a look."
Jiang Qiulu said calmly.
"Manager Zhao, can you borrow some unprocessed salt?"
"Of course!" Zhao Guangcheng replied immediately.
"But Your Majesty, what do you want these for?"
Jiang Qiulu smiled.
"You'll find out soon."
Jiang Qiulu then threw a bunch of salt into a large pot and boiled it.
"Manager Zhao, go get me some plant ashes."
"promise!"
"Why are you standing still? Why don't you hurry up and get ready?"
Then Zhao Guangcheng shouted to the people behind him.
After processes such as filtration and precipitation, some refined salt is finally produced.
After wiping the sweat from his forehead, Jiang Qiulu laughed.
Someone immediately helped Jiang Qiulu collect the refined salt and grind it finely.
"Manager Zhao." Jiang Qiulu turned around.
"The little one is here!"
"Come and take a look. Is it different from ordinary salt?"
Zhao Guangcheng checked immediately and was shocked.
"That's true."
"Not only has the color become much cleaner, but the taste is no longer as bitter as before." Zhao Guangcheng said.
After hearing his reply, Jiang Qiulu felt relieved.
"Manager Zhao, please don't tell anyone what I did today."
"If someone comes to ask you, just say it's an inspection."
"promise!"
"Younger Ding should be tight-lipped and won't say a word."
After that, Jiang Qiulu left here.
