Tian Bangzhou seems to be fat and harmless to people and animals, but how can a rich man who dares to open a gambling house in Yuzhou City be an honest man? Therefore, although Zhao Yi, who knows this well, is pretending to be an uncle in the Tian family under the guise of making salt these days, his life is also walking on thin ice.

Ever since the brine that came out of the first pot was the inedible brine salt, he knew that Wu Zheng had saved his hand when he boiled salt in front of his face.

It's a pity that I was deceived by the color of this brine salt, and if I had dipped my finger in a little bit and tasted it at that time, the result might not be what it is now.

Now Zhao Yi's small courtyard has been surrounded by the housekeeper named Lao Feng, saying that it is for the secret recipe of salt making not to be remembered by anyone who cares, but Zhao Yi knows that this is the Tian family's house arrest for him, or that they no longer have any hope that they can make qualified refined salt.

Maybe when those nursing homes outside will rush in, tie themselves up and hang themselves, who told them that they thought they had the ability to make salt and asked the Tian family for so many benefits, and the advantage of this surname Tian was so easy to take advantage of? If he doesn't beat himself half to death, can he swallow this evil breath in his heart?

In fact, Zhao Yi didn't think about escaping, but this Tian family is next to the Assassin's Mansion, if he makes a big movement here, and alarms the people of the Assassin's Mansion, then his own ringing horse will die.

Another pot of brine was boiled dry, Zhao Yi weakly picked up the salt grains on the bottom of the pot, dipped his fingers in a little and tasted it, but the bitterness in the salt made Zhao Yi spit a few mouthfuls of spit.

Zhao Yi couldn't figure it out, why couldn't these snowflake-like salt grains be eaten if they were so beautiful? What is the surname Wu hiding from him?

Zhao Yi slapped a spoon into the pot, looking angry and frustrated, and almost squatted there with his head in his hands and cried bitterly.

"I said that Zhao Da is in charge, didn't this pot of salt succeed?"

Lao Feng's yin and yang strange voice made Zhao Yi, who was squatting on the ground, startled, and his bitter face instantly calmed down, and then he stood up and clapped his hands as if nothing happened: "Don't worry, I've found the trick, the salt from this pot is much better than last time, by the way, is there silk?" I'll be useful if I bring some. ”

Lao Feng was surprised and said, "What do you want silk for?" ”

Zhao Yi said with a confident smile: "This is used to filter the gaps in the linen cloth are too thin, so there are always some unclean things leaking through, if we can use a denser silk to spread a few more layers, it should be no problem." ”

"Silk isn't cheap!" Lao Feng sighed.

Zhao Yi smiled: "Silk is not cheap, but what can I do?" Your lord wants refined salt, if you don't take out the silk, Zhao is also a clever woman who is difficult to cook without rice! ”

"I didn't expect Zhao Dangjia to be so knowledgeable, and he actually knew that it was difficult for a good woman to cook without rice."

"Humph! Don't play tricks with me here, if you are reluctant to be thick, then this matter of boiling salt will end here, Zhao will leave! ”

After speaking, Zhao Yi went to the door, but was blocked by the two fierce-looking nurses who flashed in outside the gate.

Lao Feng turned around and said with a smile: "Zhao Da Boss, you want to leave before the salt is boiled out, this is a little inappropriate!" ”

Zhao Yi said with a cold face: "It's not that I, Zhao, can't do anything, but you subordinates make things difficult everywhere, so I can't perform." ”

Lao Feng's face twitched, he is a subordinate, yes, but who in this Yuzhou City doesn't call him a butler? Zhao Yi, this dog thing, can count which green onion, he actually dares to call himself a subordinate in front of himself. Yes! If you can't make salt today, Lao Tzu will make you regret coming to this world.

"You want silk?" Butler Feng sneered.

Seeing the smiling butler Feng, Zhao Yi also regretted it in his heart now, why did he call him a subordinate, like a butler Feng, who is used to being a subordinate, where will he remember that he is also a subordinate, and now that he is mentioned like this, isn't he revealing people's scars and sprinkling a handful of salt on them?

But now that the words have been spoken, it is difficult to ride a tiger, and I can only hope that this time I can use silk, otherwise I will offend this villain and have my own good fruit to eat?

Zhao Yi stubbornly said: "That's right, I want silk, I want good silk." ”

Butler Feng beckoned outward, and said in a deep voice: "Go to the treasury and get a piece of Shu brocade for our Zhao Da master." ”

Soon a delicate Shu brocade was placed in front of Zhao Yi by the nursery, stroking the exquisite Shu brocade, Zhao Yi's hand couldn't help but tremble lightly on the Shu brocade, he swore that this must be the most exquisite silk he had ever seen in his life.

"This is Shu Jin?" Zhao Yi asked with a surprised expression.

The housekeeper smiled coldly, as if he had forgotten that when he first saw Shu Jin, he was even more unbearable than Zhao Yilai, but now that he was used to seeing Shu Jin, he felt that Zhao Yi was simply a soil bun that popped out of a mountain, and just a horse of Shu brocade actually made him feel as excited as if he was sifting chaff.

"That's right, this is Shu brocade, which is the best silk we can get at the moment, how can we still get into the eyes of your Zhao Da master?"

Zhao Yi nodded hurriedly, and said like a chicken pecking rice: "Enough, enough, with the help of such a fine Shu brocade, today I, Zhao, will make a pot of fine refined salt for Master Tian." Feed ......"

The extinguished stove was re-lit by the nursery, and a bucket of salt ore that was crushed to a point finer than flour was poured into a wooden barrel and stirred desperately by the nursery.

Zhao Yi stroked the Shu brocade in the cup, and the thought of cutting it into pieces of cloth the size of a wooden barrel and putting it into the wooden barrel with grass clippings to filter the brine, he was really a little reluctant.

But without it, you can't make good refined salt, what Wu Zheng is hiding from him, it doesn't matter to him now, because when he saw Shu Jin, he thought that there was nothing in the world of such a delicate Shu Jin that it couldn't sift out.

Wu Zheng must have used silk to make refined salt, but how could he afford such a delicate Shu brocade in the village, at most he could use some ordinary silk, and now he can use this Shu brocade to make more pure refined salt than him.

Since he had this Shu brocade, the longer Zhao Yi looked at it, the more confident he became, so much so that he was now convinced in his heart that with the help of this exquisite Shu brocade, Wu Zheng would have to stand aside for the refined salt filtered out with bamboo charcoal.

"Has Master Zhao seen enough?" The butler leaned over and sneered.

At this time, Zhao Yi glared at him, stood up with confidence, raised his head with his chest up, glanced at the housekeeper with an invincible look, and said lightly: "What's the hurry?" Today, Zhao has this baby to help, and you will definitely be able to eat delicious snowflake salt. ”

Butler Feng arched his hand and smiled: "That's a good feeling, tonight someone will wait for you Zhao Da's snowflake salt to go to the pot." ”

"Wait!"

Zhao Yi snorted in his nostrils! Then he planted the Shu brocade in his hand, and put a layer of Shu brocade and a layer of grass clippings into the wooden barrel that leaked at the bottom.

After the filter barrel with Shu brocade was ready, he enlarged the bucket to the pot, and then looked around the wooden barrel with his back hand, and then ordered to the nursing yard on the side: "Pour the material!" ”

Who knew that Ichigo Yuan couldn't make up his mind and glanced at the housekeeper, because this bucket of brine was really going to be poured in, and Shu Mian would be ruined.

Butler Feng smiled slightly, waved his hand at the two courtyards, and walked to the rain corridor, picked up a bowl of tea, sat on the bamboo chair, and waited for Zhao Yi to finish his last toss.