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"In ten days, 100,000 catties of salt need to be refined, and 20 large stoves need to be refined 500 catties a day. This pot is only fifty catties, which means that ten pots of salt and brine need to be steamed dry a day, which is a bit rushed. ”

Yang Xinyong smiled: "It doesn't seem to be a stupid thing. You can rest assured, 50,000 catties of salt cakes have been prepared, and it shouldn't be a problem to start five pots a day, but you must mobilize the enthusiasm of the stupid people outside, and be quick with your hands and feet, understand? ”

Lin Lan stood up a little weakly, nodded and said, "Yes, Uncle Yang." ”

The third senior brother of the eight-character beard smiled: "It's still called Uncle Yang?" ”

"Oh, yes. Master. A trace of helplessness flashed in Lin Lan's eyes, he came and went like this, and he became a person in the rivers and lakes......

"Alright, you all go down. Qingyang, you take your little junior brother to rub some medicine. ”

Bazihu helped Lin Lan up and said with a smile: "With such a small injury, Master, you are too careful." "After all, I took the vial.

After Lin Lan was taken away, except for the man in black who left, the two shopkeepers of the paper shop were still standing in front of Yang Xinyong.

"Master, isn't this a bit presumptuous? This kid is unknown, will it be a big deal? ”

Yang Xinyong narrowed his eyes and said, "I have my own measure of this." In a short period of time, some core things will naturally not be entrusted to him. ”

The man who was thinner than the body glanced at Yang Xinyong, the old man who was known as the No. 1 salt lord in Lianghuai back then, and asked, "Could it be that I and a few others are not in line with Master's wishes?" ”

"You have your own strengths, otherwise you wouldn't have handed over all your business to you. It's just that this kid reminds the old man of himself back then, full of ambition, ruthless, and a good embryo, so he has the heart to be a disciple. Yang Xinyong's eyes were full of memories, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised.

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"Alright, junior brother. After a few days, the wound will almost be able to grow new flesh. After taking the medicinal powder, Qingyang helped Lin Lan bandage it, "Our master may be ruthless when he walks the rivers and lakes, but as long as he recognizes you as an apprentice, it will be your blessing." ”

Lin Lan also felt that his left hand trembled slightly, and said, "Senior Brother Qingyang, is this still a blessing?" I have never seen a master who is so cruel to his apprentices. ”

Shang Qingyang smiled, pulled up his cuffs, and said, "See, every one of us who worships the door has to go through this level." Compared to your senior brothers, your wound is much smaller. Okay, after the bandaging is done, go outside, after all, this is the task assigned to you by the master, if you do it well, you will be entrusted with important tasks in the future. ”

Lin Lan smiled and entrusted him with a heavy task? I'll give you a fart, it's already very good if I don't pick his skin!

"Got it, thank you Senior Brother Shang."

Twenty cauldrons are already in full swing. The firewood was constantly added, and there were people in charge of agitating the bellows, and these people were crazy, as if the salt that gradually precipitated from the pot was the silver of a white ingot.

Lin Lan wandered around. This basement can be lit without extinguishing the fire, and it can not suffocate people, and it must be designed with vents. The drainage outlet that Yun Xiaofan told was only one, and if a large amount of air was to be puffed in, there must be a very huge vent.

However, Lin Lan walked around and didn't find anything strange. These stewards looked at Lin Lan, who was a bastard a moment ago and has now become a disciple of Yang Tou'er, with some envy, and they didn't know if Yang Tou'er had a brain convulsion or something, letting this young and frizzy boy take over the overall situation.

Lin Lan asked a steward, "What about the finished goods?" ”

The so-called catching thieves and taking stolen goods, in case the officials surrounded this place three days later, if they couldn't find the goods, Lin Lan would have nowhere to expose them, and now with the identity of that evil ghost disciple, there should be no problem if you want to take a look at the prepared salt.

The steward frowned, and said slowly: "The salt warehouse is all in charge of Yang Tou, and no one is allowed to enter without Yang Tou'er's order." ”

"Doesn't my words work?" Lin Lan raised her eyebrows.

The steward originally thought that Lin Lan was just a bastard of good luck, but he didn't expect that the kind of aura when he spoke could only be felt by Yang Xinyong, and his tone softened suddenly, "Master Lan, you are not familiar with the operation here, you should hone for a few more days, the salt warehouse is heavy, I think it is still ......"

"You mean that now I'm going to the salt warehouse, and I have to find my master to report it, right?"

"Oh, that's not what the subordinates meant, it's just ......"

Lin Lan's eyes were fierce, and he said: "I have to understand the quality, dryness, humidity, and size of the salt, if you don't take me to see it, what will I compare it with?" If the delivery period is delayed, will you be responsible or will I be responsible? ”

The man was stunned by Lin Lan's words, and hurriedly said, "My subordinates are here...... This will take Master Lan over. ”

The two walked through the iron gate that had just come down, walked on the promenade, and reached the central position, the steward stopped, pressed his hand on one of the bricks, a hidden door slowly moved open, and there was a huge space inside, it seems that this private salt den has been operating in Yangzhou for a long time, such a basement can not be completed overnight.

Lin Lan walked into the stone room, looked at the stacks, some of them were already equipped with wooden boxes, and asked, "How much is there here?" ”

"If you go back to Lan Ye, there is a total of 83,000 catties here."

Lin Lan raised her eyebrows, according to the laws of Dajing, the sale and hoarding of illicit salt is enough to be hanged. Once this is exposed, it is undoubtedly ironclad incriminating evidence.

He picked up a piece of salt cake, carefully examined the condition, and pretended to be careful and asked, "What are the requirements for this salt cake in the rules of this way?" ”

"There are no big requirements for this, but the amount has to be weighed enough, which is also the iron rule of private salt."

Lin Lan dusted off the salt grains on his hands and asked, "How can this amount of salt be transported out of the city?" ”

"This is not what Lan Ye needs. Gu Ye and Chen Ye naturally have the ability. ”

Lin Lan nodded, walked out of the salt warehouse, and said, "The salt warehouse is heavy, you have to guard it well, and no living people are allowed to approach, do you understand?" ”

The man rolled his eyes, this person is just you, you don't get close to anything.

Salt brine is still being produced and baked. Lin Lan felt more and more in her heart that it was a very unwise act for her to risk her life this time. With a clear division of labor, a careful layout, and special sales channels and sources of stock solution, such a big salt lord didn't know how to end up by mixing in so boldly.