The more Han Cong thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, and tears mixed with grievances spilled down his cheeks.

For this matter, he used all the connections at his disposal, begged all the people he could, and even squatted at the door of the seventh room to see if he could find a suitable traitor.

"For these secret recipes, I also put up a hundred taels of silver!" Han Cong complained like a resentful woman.

Luo Yong, who was standing opposite, looked at him indifferently, watching Han Cong's tears fall down his eyes.

After waiting for a long time, he finally sighed.

Alas!

He picked up the booklet again and analyzed the steps word by word.

It wasn't until Han Cong was tired of crying that Luo Yong took out two hundred taels of silver from his sleeve and put it on the table.

He said comfortingly: "I also know that it is not easy for you to be in the Han family, your mother is from a humble background, there is no family to rely on, and she has been wronged all her life, and when she comes to you, the third room is also the worst environment, and you have to take care of your mother and son most of the time." ”

"In the past few years, your mother has run the northern trading network and made friends with the big boss of Dangfu Mountain, and this is only a few years of good life, but the money has not fallen into your pocket."

"I was also present at the banquet in Hanlin Yayuan, and it is not easy for you to be true."

Seeing that Han Cong continued to choke, Luo Yong picked up the silver ticket and stuffed it into Han Cong's arms.

"You take the money first, and when it's done, I'll give you an extra thousand taels of silver." Luo Yong comforted Han Cong.

Han Cong, who was originally choked, saw the silver ticket and directly grabbed it and put it in his arms, and the choked voice became smaller.

He looked at Luo Yong opposite pitifully: "What you said is true?" ”

Luo Yong comforted: "Of course, I, Luo Yong, still have some credit in Xiangzhou." ”

If you think about it, the Luo family has been in the silk cloth business for generations, and it seems that they are more disciplined when they are in the north.

Han Cong finally nodded: "I believe in you!" ”

Seeing Han Cong put away the silver ticket, Luo Yong seemed to coax a child: "Don't be angry, as long as you get the secret recipe of their seven rooms, our Luo family will produce candles, and the candles in the north Jin Kingdom can still be handed over to you to sell." ”

Then he took the booklet back and prepared the brush he had carried.

"Now, the steps of your workshop are described in detail, let's see if we can deduce how to make candles."

Han Cong nodded obediently, silently dictating what he knew.

Although what the traitors of the three families know is only a trivial matter, a lot of information has been revealed.

One person is responsible for purchasing pork, and a large number of lower five flowers are brought to Han's house, which can be guessed by everyone, what is needed to make candles is the fat on the pig, Han Meijuan is an inverted candle, and there is more wax and oil in contact, and the other is responsible for stacking the produced candles and soaphorns in the warehouse.

Luo Yong carefully wrote down all the details.

"When this is purchased, there is no quality requirement for the next five flowers, even if it is slightly not fresh, they want it, but they don't want pork skin, which means they only need pork fat."

"When it comes time to make candles, this oil does not have the slightest smell, fishy smell, and it must have gone through a fine process in the middle."

It's like those recipes when printing and dyeing.

"When the goods were finally stacked, they deliberately required the ground to be clean and tidy, and the warehouse was built better than the house they lived in, and they were renovating other drying houses, which seemed to want to expand."

With Han Cong's narration, in Luo Yong's mind, the template of a huge workshop appeared in front of him, and the process of the entire workshop was very orderly, and the requirements for each step were extremely strict.

Seeing a leaf and knowing the late autumn, and seeing the whole leopard at a glance, the seven-room workshop of the Han family was in order, which made him want to visit it in person.

Recording these production steps, Luo Yong continued to ask.

"Nothing else?"

Han Cong thought about it, and finally seemed to have a flash of inspiration, he suddenly said: "Yun Feng's kid has recently found a lot of blacksmiths and helped him make a lot of things, and the Han family's big house and Qifang's own blacksmith shop have been working for a long time, as if they are doing pipes and barrels, and recently they have been making big hammers." ”

Luo Yong's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Smack!" slapped on the table and said excitedly: "Help me figure out what he ordered for me, it's best to get a set of exactly the same, if not." ”

"It's okay to have drawings, I can add money, and I'll give another five hundred taels of silver."

He said loudly, and took out a silver ticket of fifty taels from his bosom.

"This is the deposit, and all the expenses are mine."

Five hundred taels, another five hundred taels!

Han Cong instantly forgot the embarrassment just now, and only had money in his eyes.

"Luo Shao, don't worry, I will definitely get what you want." He swore that he would put the fifty taels of silver in his bosom.

Luo Yong was in a much better mood in an instant, although the secret recipe had not been obtained, there was already hope.

He excitedly picked up the bell on the table and shook it vigorously.

"Come, serve food, serve wine, serve singers!"

Luo Dashao's mood improved and he made a loud noise.

……

In the Xiangzhou prison, Yun Feng was lying on the evil couch in Bagua Town, leaning and snuggling, holding an apple in his left hand and gnawing a little bit, and a novel in his right hand, reading a melon seed in his head.

"What the hell is written in this novel, a man can still cheat money from the kiln sister when he goes to the kiln, and he doesn't do it in his daydreams."

"It's not easy to have a good time without "Celebrating More Than Years" and "The Best Family"!"

With Erlang's legs crossed, reading boring novels, Yun Feng even wanted to write something by himself.

"Wait for Zhao Zhutou to get the four treasures of the study, and start writing!"

When the text is copied or something, Yun Feng doesn't have the slightest pressure.

"I'm sorry, sages."

"No, these amorous characters haven't been born yet!"

Yun Feng lay down with an inexplicable smile, and the apple flesh instantly choked into his throat.

"Ahem, cough, cough~"

One rolled over, and Yun Feng lay on the edge of the evil couch in Bagua Town and coughed vigorously.

Outside the cell, there was silence, and one by one the death row inmates raised their heads along the palm-sized place to enjoy the sunshine, looking at the little green leaves outside.

When the autumn wind passes, none of them will survive.

Just then, a noisy sound of footsteps came from outside.

"Bang dang!"

The doors were open, and in recent days there had been too many people on death row, to which these death row inmates had long been accustomed to it.

It's just that today is different, and the one who came in front was the head of the Xiangzhou Prison, and he respectfully greeted the people behind him in front.

I saw someone slowly walking in from behind, looking at the environment of the prison with disgust.

As soon as he entered, a swarm of rats jumped in front of him.

The rat was not afraid of people at all, and watched a few people coming.

"Squeak~" sound.

Rushing people came.

"Look for death!" A long knife behind him slashed the old book to death.

But it was Zhao Zhutou who came in.

"Master Wang, you are frightened!"

The noble man who came in was naturally the king of Xiangzhou City, and he saw him looking down at the dead mouse.

"Yes, yes, this death row should be like this, rats are rampant, centipedes are everywhere, so that those death row prisoners have sores on the top of their heads and pus on the soles of their feet, and when they are beheaded in the autumn, they can let the people see the retribution for doing bad things, so that they can know what cruelty is."

"The prefect often says, to prevent the slightest slight, things should be grasped from a young age, and this is the case."

Wang Zhushu was not only not afraid, but even more excited.

Further on, the water stains on the ground splashed everywhere, and the smell of foul odor filled the surroundings.

Several people around covered their mouths.

Only the king is the master of the book, and he walks here to enjoy it.

With such a miserable environment on death row, it must be difficult for Yun Feng to come here.

But in his heart, he muttered: "Now the recipe for that candle should also be handed over, right?" The waste of the Luo family, just a secret recipe, actually let the risk of offending the Han family come to do it in person. ”