"The world of the Han family" King Heng's already confused eyes seemed to be reawakened, bursting with brilliance again. He kept repeating these four words "the world of the Han family" and "the world of the Han family", but not long after, his eyes The light inside receded again. He and even the emperor at that time, who had never had such ambitions, but what could be done in the end? Just regaining Hebei Road almost exhausted all the power of the royal family. Those who The aristocratic families only care about their own interests, and even if they send troops, they will not contribute, and some even bluntly give up on Hebei Road.
The once high-spirited young man is now old and has long lost the fiery heart of the past. King Heng looked leisurely at King Yan in front of him, seeming to see himself in the past, but at the same time he also saw himself now, and seemed to be After seeing the future King Yan, it is even possible that he in the future will not be as happy and happy as he is now. Not to mention that Yancheng in Saibei may face an attack from the Jie clan at any time, but the current prince may not be able to tolerate him in the future. Even if the prince can tolerate him, what about those aristocratic families? Zhao Bin has developed the method of practicing salt. Fa, this is tantamount to forming a grudge against the aristocratic family members, taking people's money is like killing their parents, so those aristocratic family members will never let him go. Unless, unless he can ascend the throne of the Nine-Fifth Emperor, but how is that possible? Thousands of thoughts flashed through, only to be replaced by a sigh: "Hey, if General Ding is still here..."
Zhao Bin didn't know what kind of changes had occurred in King Heng's heart in a short period of time, but how could Zhao Bin not know everything that King Heng thought about? As someone who traveled from modern society, he knew the cruelty of the struggle for imperial power. Fathers, brothers kill brothers, eunuchs rule the country, and relatives seize power. How many of those involved in the disputes will eventually die well? What kings fight for is the world, what princes fight for is territory, what scholars and officials fight for is rights. As long as you appear in this position, no matter whether you argue or not, you will become a threat or obstacle to others. If it is a threat or obstacle, it will be eliminated. It has nothing to do with right or wrong. Therefore, even if you did not invent salt training, the final result will not be the same. It will end well.
Zhao Bin picked up the wine glass and drank it all, then laughed and said: "Hahaha, uncle, you don't have to worry about Bin'er. As long as my father is alive, they won't dare to do anything to me blatantly. Come on, uncle, let's drink."
King Heng was not a kindhearted woman. Hearing Zhao Bin comfort him, he immediately felt relieved. As the saying goes, good children and grandchildren will bring happiness to them.
On the wine table, glasses were exchanged again until late at night.
King Heng drank the most last night, and it was not until noon the next day that King Heng woke up from his sleep. There were already people working in the front hall of the palace. After He Miao asked Zhao Bin for instructions, he went to take people to arrange the loading. One hundred taels of carriage could not be loaded in a short while. Even if it was finished, it would have to wait until tomorrow morning. Set off.
King Heng walked through the backyard and came to the front hall. When Zhao Bin saw King Heng coming in, he stood up from his chair and said, "Uncle Four Emperors, are you awake?"
"Oh, I'm getting old. I had a few extra glasses of wine yesterday and I didn't wake up until now."
"Hahaha, what are you talking about, Uncle Four Emperors? You are only in your early forties, so you are not old anymore. You just drank a few too many drinks yesterday. Come on, Uncle Four Emperors, please sit down."
"Um"
Zhao Bin turned to Cui'er beside him and said, "Cui'er, ask the kitchen to bring some rice porridge."
Cui'er responded and turned around to leave.
"Uncle Four Emperors slept well last night."
"Hahaha, I slept well. I was so happy last night that I forgot to ask you, your room is very warm. What kind of charcoal are you burning?"
"It's not charcoal, but pebbles?"
King Heng was shocked when he heard this and asked hurriedly: "How to burn charcoal? Don't you know this charcoal is poisonous?"
When King Heng asked, Zhao Bin finally figured out that the reason why the ancients did not burn charcoal was not only because charcoal was not easy to mine and could not be widely used. Another important reason was that the ancients already knew that gas poisoning could cause death, but it might I still don’t know the specific cause, so I mistakenly believe that coal is poisonous, so I don’t dare to burn it easily in the house.
"Unknown to the emperor, the charcoal itself is not poisonous. It is only during the burning process that poisonous gas is produced due to the lack of air in the stove. If it is fully burned, it is not poisonous. If you sleep at night, you can pass it through the stove. If a pipe reaches the outside of the house, it’s basically no big deal.”
King Heng asked with doubtful eyes: "Is this really true?"
"Seriously!" Zhao Bin replied firmly.
"How did you know?"
"I..." Zhao Bin was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly explained: "I discovered it accidentally during the process of refining salt."
"Oh, what about the process of practicing salt? Forget it, I won't ask about this process."
Zhao Bin didn't say anything, just smiled knowingly.
"Bin'er, the dozen or so carts of fine salt you sent to the capital last time were sold out in half a day. The quantity is too small. Do you have any ideas to increase production?"
"To tell you the truth, there is no good way at the moment. If we can still dry salt in summer, the effect of drying salt in winter is really not good. We can only rely on artificial boiling of salt, so the output will definitely not be too much. If we want to increase the output, we can only Increase manpower. But I can't drag all the people in Yancheng to the beach to boil salt."
After hearing this, King Heng could only say helplessly: "That would be a pity, but this output cannot shake the market of the three companies in the capital."
After thinking for a while, King Heng suddenly said: "How about giving you the five thousand people from the emperor's fiefdom?"
"Ah? Emperor uncle, don't be joking. How can the people of this land send each other away? It is not in line with the court's laws." Zhao Bin said in surprise.
"That's right, the people of the fief cannot give it away." King Heng said helplessly, scratching his head.
"However, if the emperor's uncle can persuade his father, the nephew can make a deal with the emperor's uncle?" Zhao Bin said with a smile.
"Oh? What kind of deal are you talking about?" King Heng asked curiously.
"If your uncle can persuade your father to allow the people in your fiefdom to move to the coast to dry and boil salt, then my nephew is willing to buy it at a price of thirty cash per catty of coarse salt."
King Heng thought it was a good idea when he heard it, but after thinking about it carefully he felt something was wrong: "Hey, hey, that's not right. Look, you sold it to the emperor for 150 coins, and when you go to the emperor, you sell it for 500 coins. Why do I only have thirty coins here? You brat."
"Uncle Emperor, don't worry. Since we are going to squeeze out the market of the three major families in the capital, the price of salt cannot be so high. The price will definitely have to be reduced by then, so the price of thirty cents is definitely a lot."
"Oh, that's right, okay, then I will set off back to Beijing tomorrow and inform the Emperor of this matter."
"This matter is not urgent. The emperor can stay in Yancheng for a few more days."
"No, it's already the middle of the twelfth lunar month, and the New Year's Day will be in a dozen days. I have to rush back before the New Year's Day. The Emperor is still waiting for me."
"Well, since the emperor's uncle said so, the nephew will no longer try to stay. If there is a chance to return to the capital in the future, the nephew will go to visit the emperor's uncle at his residence."
King Heng didn't say anything, he just looked at Zhao Bin and smiled. The scene of Zhao Bin playing in the palace while carrying Zhao Bin on his neck echoed in his mind. Because of his admiration and adoration for General Ding, he treated Zhao Bin I like him far more than the other princes.
Early the next morning, a convoy filled with fine salt set off from the city gate in a mighty manner and headed towards the capital. Before leaving, they did not forget to leave: "Don't forget our business."
