The saltmen pushed the carts containing salt and walked slowly. After only a few miles, it was almost dawn.
Everyone was also tired and planned to find a place to rest.
The saltsmiths took the initiative to lead the way, taking Xing Honglang and Tieniao Fei to the northwest for a little detour, and arrived at an inland lake that was much smaller than Jiechi. It was only a dozen miles long and only two miles narrow. Li width.
This is the saltpeter.
Since ancient times, the salt produced in nitrate ponds has not been as high quality as that of nitrate ponds and has a slightly bitter taste.
Neither the government nor the private sector has controlled salt here, and because the water in the pond is too salty and nitrate-rich, there are no fish in the water, not even a fishing village by the pond, and the area around the pond is deserted.
Xing Honglang liked this place as soon as he saw it!
This place is off the official road and has no human habitation, which means that it is not easily disturbed by the government and bandits, and can hide and grow quietly.
Although it's a bit ridiculous, it's not a problem.
She has lived in Gaojia Village for a long time, and her way of thinking is also the way of thinking in Gaojia Village. The wasteland is not terrible. As long as some migrant workers are brought over and the wages are paid, it will not take long to turn the wasteland into a lively village. This kind of thing is created from scratch. The construction is what Tianzun likes to see the most.
Tianzun likes what everyone builds the most. Every time something new is built, Tianzun will be very happy.
Salt ponds are something new, right?
Gudu Pier in the early morning!
As soon as the common people got up, they hurried to the three large cargo ships to unload the goods...
They love this unloading job! Not only because the boss is in charge of the food, but also the wages of three kilograms of flour, but more importantly, they will feel at ease when they move the food from the ship and put it in the dock warehouse.
There has been a drought for several years, and I am afraid of hunger. I am always worried that I will not have the next meal. Not only do you have to worry about yourself running out of food, but you also have to worry about your employer running out of food.
And now, seeing that the owner has such strong strength, is there any reason to be unhappy?
While the workers were working hard, the old, weak, women and children were also busy. They fetched water from the Yellow River the day before and put it in wooden barrels. When they got up the next morning, the sediment in the water had settled. , you can pump out the water in the upper layer and use it to boil the batter.
Although there is only one monotonous ingredient such as flour, being able to eat enough flour is already a great gift.
A skillful woman kneaded the dough, stretched it, wrapped it around, and made it into a twist shape, then put it into the pot to cook...
There is not oil in this pot, just water, and the twists need to be fried.
The old man next to him couldn't help laughing and scolded: "What are you doing? What are you doing doing twists?"
The woman smiled awkwardly: "I haven't eaten mahua in several years. I kind of want to eat it, but I can't eat it without oil. Let's make it into a shape for fun."
The old man smiled: "That's right. Just think of this pot of water as oil. Let's eat the boiled noodles as twists. It will taste the same."
Woman: "Oh, I really hope the drought will pass soon. We can grow some rapeseed, squeeze some rapeseed oil... and fry some twists to eat."
As soon as they said this, they heard the workers moving goods beside the cargo ship suddenly cheering.
The old man wondered: "Huh? What happened over there?"
The woman also put down the dough in her hand, stood up and looked towards the cargo ship.
I saw a man jump off the cargo ship, holding a big can in his hand, and shouted in surprise: "Look, everyone, there is an oil can on the cargo ship. I smelled it, and it was all rapeseed oil. Okay." A big can of oil.”
"Wow!"
Others were in an uproar.
Then another porter jumped out of the boat with two picks of bacon on his shoulders. He looked in disbelief and shouted: "Everyone, look at what I brought off the boat. Meat, bacon, it's delicious." "
The people next to me made a fuss again.
Not only them, but other porters also discovered one after another that the cargo this time was not just flour. There were only two and a half ships of flour, and half of the ship actually carried some sugar, vegetables, and pigs. Oil, rapeseed oil, bacon, beef jerky, chicken jerky....
When these things were moved from the ship, the people in Shanxi were all stunned.
Was there any mistake?
The strength of several large ships of food is beyond comprehension. How can Master Xing be able to transport these again?
What kind of terrifying strength is this?
A porter excitedly rushed to Zhan Hun and laughed: "Master, master, look, it's such a big piece of beef jerky, it's so fragrant, smell it..."
"Touch!" The war monk swept the man to the ground with one blow of his stick and cursed: "I am a monk, what do you mean by bringing the meat to this poor monk?"
The man got up from the ground with an embarrassed look on his face: "Ah, I forgot."
Although the war monk did not eat meat, he knew how much strength so much meat represented. He glanced at the large cargo ship from a distance, then looked at Old Nanfeng who was commanding Ruoding not far away, and thought to himself: This group of people If a person is really a private salt dealer, the poor monk will take off his head and let them play as a ball. It is becoming more and more obvious that Xing Honglang, the private salt dealer, is just a front they put out in front of the public, but they don't know what they are planning.
well! No matter what his intentions are, as long as he is not harming people but saving people, it is better than building a seven-level pagoda.
At this time, Lao Nanfeng came down from the boat with a large container of rapeseed oil, walked up to the woman who was making the twists, put the oil container into her hand, and said with a smile: "I just saw it in the distance. , you seem to be able to make twists?
The woman nodded quickly: "Master Jun, this little girl was born in Yongning Village, Zhangying Township. Everyone in our village is good at making twists."
Old Nanfeng was overjoyed: "Then what are you waiting for? I'll leave this can of oil to you. Hurry up and fry the twists. Damn it, I've been wanting to eat twists for many years."
Woman: "Master Jun, hasn't he eaten mahua for many years? Oh, my little girl hasn't had it for four years."
Lao Nanfeng laughed: "It's only been four years. That's nothing. I haven't had it in almost ten years."
Woman: "...."
Old Nanfeng had a melancholy look on his face: "It's been almost ten years since I left this colorful world in the Central Plains...I can't even dream...cough...what am I telling you? Get the twist out of here quickly."
The woman quickly set up another pot and poured rapeseed oil into the pot.
Half a pot of oil! What a luxury!
The woman was a little nervous. If the oil pan accidentally fell over, even cutting off her own head wouldn't be enough compensation. The people next to him obviously had the same idea, and they all hid far away, for fear that they would knock over the frying pan with their careless hands.
A burn is a trivial matter, but wasting half a pot of oil is definitely a capital offense! capital offense!
The oil is boiling.
With trembling hands, the woman stretched the dough, twisted it, and rolled it into a twist. Then she put it into the pot and let it simmer...
The smell was so fragrant that it could kill. The sound of Old Nanfeng swallowing his saliva could be heard clearly from a few feet away.
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