"How's it going?

The man who spoke was a man of about fifty years old, and his eyes were somewhat similar to those of Amon.

He sat down in a chair covered with tiger skins and asked in a deep voice.

"It seems that I have been digging a well, obediently, I have been digging seven or eight feet deep, and I am still fighting!"

A man knelt under the porch and replied respectfully.

"Dig a well? Okay, how did you remember to dig a well? Amon also said that he had invited a master to come back. Could it be that the master who drilled a well could help him recapture the stockade?"

Uncle's expression was a little puzzled, these days, he has been muttering in his heart.

His sister and sister-in-law died tragically, and he was also sad and wanted to help them avenge them.

However, the enemy of the two is not Ayi, who stole the position of the leader, but Yuan Thorn Shi of Fucheng.

I heard that Yuan Tingshi was born in a clan, and his family was very statusy, and he was also quite powerful in the court.

He was administratively tough, not only with the support of his family, but also a kind of temptation from the imperial court.

The most important thing is that Yuan Tingshi is holding the salt and iron tools that are in short supply for their mountain people.

Without salt, their men would have no strength.

Without iron, what do they use to build farm tools and blades?

And Yuan Tingshi didn't completely depose the headman, he just wanted the headman to take the mountaineers down the mountain.

After going down the mountain, the head man is still the head man, but the place where he lives is different.

Yuan also promised to divide the land for them.

It was fertile land, not barren land in the mountains.

Yuan Tingshi set high conditions, and many leaders were a little excited.

Uncle also swayed from side to side.

On the one hand, he can't forget his sister-in-law's hatred and is unwilling to cooperate with the enemy.

On the other hand, he couldn't ignore his own family and the people in the village.

Alas, it's hard to do anything.

It was at this time that Amon returned.

Seeing the lively nephew, the uncle was still very happy.

But after the joy, Uncle was a little worried: his parents were killed, the position of the head was taken away, and Amon must take revenge.

Avenge?

That's easier said than done.

And as Amon's closest person, Uncle is the best choice for Amon to ask for help.

If Amon opens his mouth to borrow troops, Uncle will not be able to refuse.

One is blood relatives, and the other is also for fame.

Their mountain people have always valued affection and righteousness, if he is not even willing to help his nephew, who will want to deal with him in the future?!

Fortunately for the uncle, Amon did not directly borrow troops, but said that he would need a few strong laborers to work.

Although Uncle doesn't know what this kid is going to do, as long as he doesn't borrow soldiers, the rest is easy to say.

Uncle Lisuo arranged twenty or thirty people, and passed down the word: Amon wants anything, as long as it is not too much, give it!

gave people, gave things, and ordered people to be responsible for the food and lodging of the people on the mountain, and the uncle did not let go of it.

He ordered people to quietly pay attention to the movements of Amon and the others.

However, when he heard that they had been digging wells, Uncle was a little puzzled.

What the hell is this kid doing?!

"Head, head, there's water over there!"

Just as Uncle was touching his chin and secretly figuring it out, a hurried shout sounded outside the door.

"Out of the water?"

Uncle was stunned for a moment, and then he was a little angry: After hitting seven or eight feet deep, he must come out of the water, what is there to make a fuss about?

Before my uncle could reprimand, I heard the man pant and shout, "That, that water is strange! No, it's not the well water we are used to drinking, but the salty and astringent brine!"

Salty?

For other words, Uncle is not so sensitive.

However, recently, he has been tempted by Yuan Tingshi's "salt diplomacy" all day long, so he is particularly sensitive to salt-related words.

Uncle stood up suddenly, didn't say a word, and ran directly to the small mountain bag.

Halfway up the hill, Amon couldn't help himself with excitement, holding a bowl of turbid brine, like holding some delicacies.

"First, sir, are we done?" his voice trembled.

"There's no hurry, you still need to filter and boil before you can get edible salt!"

Anne replied with a smile, and then began to instruct the people to prepare for straining and boiling.

Although Uncle was hesitant to borrow troops, he responded to Amun's other requests.

Halfway up the hill, there are people and things, as soon as Anne speaks, someone is ready immediately.

After a busy time, a large cauldron was propped up, the firewood was vigorous, and white smoke was filled.

When Uncle Uncle's breath was unsteady and he arrived, he saw such a spectacular scene.

He sniffled, smelling a familiar salty smell in the air.

"Ah, Amon, this—"

Uncle Uncle's eyes widened and he pointed to a small bamboo bowl in Amon's hand.

The small bowl is not unusual, but it is strange that there are some white particles inside.

"Uncle, come and taste it, and see what is the difference between the salt we produce and the official selling!"

Amon couldn't help but live up to his joy when he first saw the boiled salt, and at this moment he was extremely indifferent, and pretended to invite his uncle to taste it.

"Is this salt? Or did you produce it yourself?"

Uncle's eyes were about to bulge, and he didn't believe Amun's words at all.

But the thing was in front of him, and Amon, the bastard boy, stuffed his mouthful of salt.

The mouth was salty, and Uncle woke up completely.

He didn't continue to question Amon, but circled around the strange device.

He called a few men who were working on the construction site and asked them carefully.

Then, he watched the men swing their wheels, and a coil of bamboo rolled into a ball went deeper into the well.

A plate of bamboo, about seven or eight zhang long, was shaken out little by little after it went to the bottom of the well.

When the bamboo came out of the well, murky water flowed out of the small cuts on it.

This water is brine.

After a complete set of technological processes, it soon becomes a clean and white grain of salt.

Uncle was dumbfounded.

Soon, he reacted.

He was the one who was the leader, and he immediately realized the importance of this salt well.

He also understood why his nephew didn't open his mouth to borrow troops, but directly made such a play here!

Attaboy!

There's something to be done.

After going out to study for a few years, I not only gained knowledge, but also grew a lot in my heart and wrists!

"Amon, let's go, let's go home, what's the matter, let's sit down and talk about it!"

Uncle had already understood what Amon meant, and he no longer deliberately hid, but took the initiative to pull Amon home.

"Uncle, don't worry, there's still Mr.!"

Amon had not forgotten his nobleman, and he looked for Anne in the crowd, only to see Anne waving at him.

Sir, I don't want to see my uncle.

It's okay, it's best to hide such a master in your own hands!

"Sir, what sir?" the uncle wondered, and followed Amon around.

"No, it's the master I invited. But Mr. doesn't like to show his face, uncle, let's go back to the village first!" Amon muttered.

Uncle's eyes flickered, but he didn't continue to ask, but enthusiastically pulled his nephew's arm, and the two uncles and nephews went down the mountain hand in hand......