"Brother-in-law, it's early!" Zhuge Liang also said hello to Lu Zhuo from afar.

Zhuge Jun followed behind him, after all, he was still too young, and while walking, he pouted sullenly, on such a cold day, he was dragged up by Zhuge Liang early in the morning, and he was inevitably dissatisfied.

"Morning..."

Lu Zhuo took the leather robe handed by Zhuge Jin and put it on, stretched out his hand and touched Zhuge Jun's head, smiled at him, and advised, "The plan of the day lies in the morning, don't doze off when you go to Mr., be careful to open your buttocks." ”

Zhuge Jun's eyes widened in fright, and he was also a lot more energetic, with a round face, bright eyes, and a well-carved appearance, he was a clever bean, and Zhang Zhao had always been very strict with them.

As soon as Lu Zhuo said that he was going to spank, Zhuge Jun suddenly remembered the experience of being beaten several times that he could not look back on.

When Zhuge Liang and the two left, Lu Zhuo remembered that when he rinsed his mouth with salt water in the morning, Zhuge Ling's cautious expression touched him a lot, and Lu Zhuo asked Zhuge Jin, "Ziyu, have you heard of this salt making?" ”

"Salt making?" After a long while, Zhuge Jin understood what Ye Chen was asking, "Lord, why did you think of asking this, I won't tell you, I don't know much, but this salt and iron have always been difficult to obtain, and it is forbidden to circulate privately, but I have heard that there are two kinds of salt we eat, one is naturally dried brine, and the other is artificially made salt, which is artificially made in our state pasture." ”

"How is it made?" Lu Zhuo hurriedly asked.

Zhuge Jin explained, "I have heard that the residents of the seaside will scrape off the dried salty soil, or use plant ash to extract seawater, and then put it in utensils, add water and cook, and when the water evaporates, they can get high-quality salt grains. ”

"Steaming?"

After hearing this, Lu Zhuo's head suddenly became bigger, "Is it all used by steaming?" ”

Zhuge Jin nodded, "This is how everything we eat, many poor people, I'm afraid they can't even eat salt, this thing is much more valuable than gold and silver." ”

Zhuge Jin has never lied and deceived people, he said this, things will naturally not be fake, although Lu Zhuo does not know much about the process of salt making, but he at least knows what a salt field is, and in his previous life, he has seen salt ponds in Hainan and other places many times.

He didn't expect that people at this time, especially the residents of the seaside, actually used firewood to cook salt, and they didn't know what salt was.

Anyway, there are many counties near the sea in Xuzhou, although the weather is cold and the cold wind is biting, but Lu Zhuo is anxious in his heart, this is not a trivial matter, in this era, although Lu Zhuo's strength is limited, but he also hopes to bring something to the people of this era.

Salt is related to the livelihood of tens of millions of people, so Lu Zhuo can't ignore it.

In less than a day, Lu Zhuo and his entourage arrived at a fishing village in Jiaodong County, looking at it, it was white, thousands of miles of ice, covered in silver, compared with the prosperous scene of coastal towns in later generations, it was simply a world of difference, only dozens of fishing village residents in Lala settled down on the seaside, nearby, except for the seawater, it was a reef, and there was not even a tree in the bareness.

The sea has immeasurable treasures, salt, oil, coal mines, seafood, sea transportation, sightseeing... It can be said that in later generations, coastal cities are full of gold, but at this moment, in addition to the vast and mighty sea, there are dozens of dry and bare grass huts that are desolate and miserable.

Visiting several fishermen, Lu Zhuo learned that although salt and iron are outrageously expensive, it can be called a huge profit, but first, the output is limited, and secondly, the government supervises it, and these fishermen have made great efforts to make a profit.

Moreover, there is another problem, boiling salt requires a lot of firewood and grass, a fisherman with pale sideburns pointed to the barren mountain in the distance and said, "See, that mountain was originally full of towering trees, but it has only been a few years, and the trees have been cut down, even so, every year the top will give us a share, just one of our fishing villages, at least 1,000 denier of coarse salt a year, isn't this a human life." ”

"And this?"

Lu Zhuo has always been in a hurry, and when he heard this, his face suddenly sank.

"But what's the matter, the nearby trees have been cut down, and the top doesn't pay attention to it, the order comes down, there is a slight delay, either beating or scolding, and sending people to urge all day long, for this reason, we can only think of our own ruts, alas, in the eyes of the above, this salt is a baby bump, but, for us, it is... Reminders. ”

Before the old man could finish speaking, he was stopped by his son, who had just come home from outside, "Dad, what nonsense are you talking about, be careful that the government will punish you." ”

"What are you afraid of, old man, I'm about to enter the ground, I won't be alive in a few days, what is there to be afraid of."

The old man was very excited, the more he talked, the more angry he became, it seemed that this grievance had not been held back for a day or two, Lu Zhuo helped the old man to sit down twice, and persuaded, "Uncle, don't be afraid, you can say whatever you want, I will call the shots for all of you." ”

The old man hurriedly asked, "Are you..."

His son Da Zhuang saw that Lu Zhuo was dressed extraordinarily and brought his entourage, and he knew that he must have a great background, and he also stared at Qi Lu Zhuo with wide eyes.

Lu Zhuo squeezed out a wry smile from self-deprecation, "I'm ashamed, uncle, I am the state pastor of Xuzhou, Lu Zhuo!" ”

"Governor?"

A trace of doubt flashed in the old man's cloudy eyes, and he didn't understand what the state pastor was for a while, but Da Zhuang pounced and knelt on the ground in fright.

"My lord, spare my life, my father is confused for a while, his mouth is open, he talks nonsense, and what he says is crazy, don't take it seriously."

Although Da Zhuang is upright and honest, at least, he understands better than his father what this state pastor is, that is, the heaven of Xuzhou.

The officials who were scolded by his father just now were all under Lu Zhuo's control, and in Da Zhuang's opinion, this time it was completely over, and when he was not at home, his father stabbed a hornet's nest.

Lu Zhuo turned around and said to Zhuge Jin, "See, Ziyu, when the people saw me, they didn't dare to tell the truth, why?" It's me who is too negligent, this officialdom in Xuzhou, should be rectified properly, go, and call the local county lieutenant to me. ”

Lu Zhuo's trip this time can be regarded as a 'micro-service private visit', I wanted to find out how salt is made, but I didn't expect it, but it made Lu Zhuo angry and ashamed.

Since ancient times, salt and iron have always been government-run, and the huge profit temptation has made these officials fill their pockets one by one, but they do not take into account the suffering of the people.

This salt, no doubt, was the most clumsy method of the fishermen, which they had worked hard to obtain with blood and sweat, but it fattened these moth-like greedy officials.

Moreover, Lu Zhuo realized that this was by no means an exception, there were not a few fishing villages along the coast in the huge Xuzhou Beihai and other places, and the shady scene of official salt was definitely more terrible than imagined.