A long time ago, in a small town near the imperial capital, there was a very beautiful and kind-hearted little boy, but he had a vicious stepmother and two ill-hearted brothers. He was often bullied by his stepmother and two older brothers, and was even forced to do heavy work.

Later, because the father of the "gray brother" couldn't stand it, he spent a lot of money for his son to invite all kinds of teachers to teach the "gray brother" and gave others the life of the Venerable again.

However, due to the increasing influence of this stepmother and his two elder brothers in his family, the father was also hindered by the relationship between husband and wife, and in order to protect his son, he had to send his son to this remote northwest.

Fortunately, the prince of Zhenxiwang here is an old acquaintance with himself, and he can rest assured that he can leave the child here.

The "gray brother" in the above story is the little dragon city that is now lying motionless in the mud pit.

Heavy rain fell in the sky with thunder, and due to the relatively high altitude of Redstone Town, standing here can feel the strong sense of oppression brought by this "rolling thunder".

Long Cheng never expected that he would be so vulnerable in front of this kid dressed as Ding.

Originally, I wanted to fight quickly, but every time, I was thrown into this mud pit again before I could stand firm.

Pressed into a puddle of muddy water and slapped in the mouth.

"Do you dare to let me get up!" shouted Long Cheng, who was pressed into a muddy puddle.

"I'll get you up, what can you do, come on, get up. Wang Yan took two steps back, and pointed his finger towards Long Cheng.

I saw that without waiting for Wang Yan to stand in Longcheng, he kicked into the mud puddle, and a puddle of muddy water went straight to Wang Yan's face, and then punched Wang Yan's face.

In the final analysis, it's just a child fighting, and it's just kicking a big mouth and spitting at the mouth, which are all inappropriate moves.

Seeing that the muddy water was coming straight to his face, Wang Yan hurriedly flashed and knocked Long Cheng to the ground with one finger.

"In the future, let's call this trick Sunflower Point Acuman. Wang Yan smiled and nodded and said.

Acupuncture points are a very mysterious thing, and each acupuncture point corresponds to a certain part of the body.

And from the point of view of modern medicine in the West, acupuncture points do not exist at all. For traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine, Wang Yan has always been divided into two.

Although traditional Chinese medicine cannot cure all diseases, Wang Yan has indeed seen that kind of special Chinese medicine in his previous life, what headache and brain fever can be pricked with two injections, while Western medicine is all kinds of potions into the body.

When I was a child, I thought that Western medicine was a lot of good things, but after a little understanding, I found that the test drugs in the process of drug development were indeed a little unacceptable.

And just now, this finger couldn't help but remind Wang Yan of the TV series he liked to watch in his previous life.

"Martial Arts Outreach" is a good memory of a generation, and the characters in it have become the objects of imitation by children of that generation, such as "overwhelming mountains and seas", "sunflower point acupuncture" and so on.

However, where can Wang Yan point to acupoints, he is a liberal arts student, and he is not a Chinese medicine student.

Wang Yan just now simply stabbed his finger into the itchy flesh under Long Cheng's armpit.

He clapped his hands, walked under the eaves and shook the rain off his clothes.

And Long Cheng was lying on the ground crying loudly at this time, with footprints all over his body.

This encounter seemed to remind him of the scene when he was still a "gray brother", and was bullied by his stepmother and brothers at will.

The prince had already asked Steward Zhang to move a small table, and was planning to sit in the pavilion and drink wine to appreciate the autumn rain, but he didn't expect to turn his head and see these two little ghosts fighting in the mud pit, and his heart was happy.

It's just that he didn't expect Wang Yan to be so ruthless, and even this prince couldn't stand it.

As the saying goes, hitting people doesn't slap them in the face.

But look at Long Cheng's slightly swollen little face, Wang Yan's kid is trying other people's faces, which is too tasteless.

This little face made Wang Yan fan, and even the prince felt a pain in his face for this little dragon city.

It's normal for children to fight with each other. There's nothing to take care of, let the two brothers fight.

In fact, Li Lianfeng was the teacher who prepared for Longcheng at the beginning, and Wang Yan was piggybacking on it.

After all, the Long family paid Li Lianfeng and the prince a huge amount of teaching fees, so that this dignified prince was a little moved.

The next day, on the training ground in the front yard.

Wang Yan still has a day off today, and he can still come out for a walk, while Long Cheng came to the training ground with a lawsuit at this time.

It's still muddy on the training ground, but it doesn't stop this group of girls from training every day.

Sometimes even Wang Yan is worried about these women, how can they marry in the future.

The youngest is only twelve or thirteen years old, and the oldest is already twenty-five or sixteen, in this world, fourteen or fifteen years old is a good age to get married, and it is difficult for the older to get married.

The good guy prince is also not polite, he will be accepted when he is sent, and he will not accept himself, and he will throw it in the front yard for military training.

I don't know what the old man thinks.

When Li Lianfeng first saw Long Cheng's face, he was really startled.

I wondered how this kid could have made people fight like this.

"What's wrong with your face, boy. “

"Fall. "Look at the current Dragon City, but it looks stubborn.

"Did you get stuck?" Li Lianfeng naturally didn't believe in Long Cheng's nonsense.

"No, I really fell on my own. Long Cheng still looked affirmative.

"What about your dark eyes. Lianfeng then asked.

"Didn't sleep well yesterday. ”

Seeing this, Li Lianfeng couldn't help laughing.

Looking at his somewhat swollen face, I couldn't help but feel a little funny, the black eye socket sounded fine, but his black eye socket was on one side.

Today is not a normal class, after all, the two apprentices only arrived at one, and Lianfeng watched Long Cheng practice basic fist and foot swordsmanship.

Looking at Long Cheng's serious face, it seemed that he was a little more motivated than when he first came.

Li Lianfeng nodded secretly.

Either way, it's always good to have motivation.

As for the lawsuit of Long Cheng's face, Li Lianfeng could guess who did it with his toes.

In the backyard, the prince is organizing people to experiment with Wang Yan's method of refining fine salt.

Of course, the people who work in the backyard are their own henchmen.

Boxes of coarse salt can be turned into fine salt of decent quality after this rough processing.

The prince couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

There are a few cauldrons in front of this, and this special meow is simply a money printing machine.

Where did he think before, the coarse salt, which was already very valuable, could be turned into fine salt by such a rough processing.

You must know that fine salt and pepper can even be equivalent to sand gold in the new country. (Purity between 40-50)

Speaking of pepper, as early as the Tang Dynasty, there was a minister of the imperial court who was sentenced to death for embezzling 62 tons of pepper.

I don't know what he wants to do with the pepper in this yard, pepper chicken? .

After the prince got the method, he wrote to the emperor as soon as possible, and soon got a reply.

In the emperor's reply to the prince, there was no intention of mass-producing fine salt, but only that the prince should never spread this method, and even slaughter the city if necessary.

Naturally, the prince would never be able to do such a thing.

The emperor's approach was also understandable, and the high price of fine salt was nothing.

A portion of the fine salt in the new country is exported, and the price is often exceptionally promising.

A small bag of fine salt can be exchanged for endless herds of cattle, sheep, and horses in the North.

In fact, the output of fine salt in the royal salt mine is enough for the dignitaries and nobles in the capital to enjoy it, and the output is completely sufficient in all aspects.

At the very least, there will be no supply disruption.

But after all, the overall reserves are not large, and digging a little bit will be a little less.

At present, although there are many mines that can produce salt on the whole continent, there is only one natural fine salt.

At this time, the emperor of the new country is naturally mixed with mixed joys and sorrows, this joy is that the dietary structure of the people in the new country can be improved in the future, and this worry is the dividend of this fine salt, I am afraid that the new country will not be able to eat for a few years.

In fact, in addition to this reply, the emperor also issued a secret edict to the prince, instructing the prince to send more people to the surrounding countries to sell some fine salt, but the process of the production of this fine salt must be kept secret, and if necessary, kill all those who know.

Especially Wang Yan.

Compared to the slaughter of the city, killing a few people is insignificant.

As for this fine salt, it is naturally the most important secret of the state.