Salt is the weapon of the country, and Daqin is very strict with salt control.

There is no salt area in the Bashu area, and only merchants sell salt from other places.

The high cost of time and labor makes the price of salt in Bashu high, even so, because of the poor environment in Bashu, the roads are not passable, and businessmen rarely come here.

Baya swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and his heart kept beating: "Ah Mei, salt is ......"

"Be careful!" Many fish saw the ruthlessness and greed in Baya's eyes, "King Qin has the power alone, if you anger King Qin because of this, our brothers and sisters will die and have no place to be buried." ”

Baya's eyes, blindfolded by huge interests, regained a little clarity, but he was still unwilling: "Sister, do you want to let the Ba people watch it?" ”

Many fish pondered for a long time, and a look of struggle appeared on their faces: "King Qin's rewards and punishments are clear, if Brother wants to share the benefits from it, he needs to make meritorious contributions." ”

Baya asked eagerly: "Sister, do you teach Brother what to do in the west of the stream?" ”

Many of the places that the fish will be looking for are carefully described to Baya and the Great Witch.

The more Baya and Dawu listened, the more strange their expressions became.

"Sister, this place you are talking about ......"

"Juzi! Got it! Got it! Zhuo Ran stumbled to him, ignoring the thorns in the mountains that cut through his new clothes and face.

Zhuo Ran fell down at the feet of many fish, and said with a smile as if crying: "Juzi! The mountain behind the west of the stream is where we are looking. ”

Many fish hurriedly stood up: "Quick, come with me." ”

The back mountain in the west of the stream is indeed sandwiched between the two rivers, the terrain is steep, and there are broken walls on both sides.

"Sister, this is the place of sacrifice." Baya cautioned as he reminded, feeling very entangled in his heart.

Zhuo Ran's smile suddenly froze, the place of sacrifice? It's hard to do, digging a well in the place of sacrifice, it's the rhythm of war.

Many fish stabilized their minds and nodded slightly to Zhuo Ran: "Zhuo Ran, you go and investigate carefully to prevent omissions." ”

"Whoa."

"Brother, if there is really salt here, what do you want in the west of the stream?" Many fish asked bluntly.

Baya looked at the Great Witch inquiringly, and the Great Witch clenched the witch staff in his hand: "The place of sacrifice is of great significance, please give us more time." ”

"Good."

This night, Baya, who had always slept on the bed, tossed and turned, unable to sleep, so he simply got up and went directly to find the witch.

Many of the fish also had their eyes open, and they were not surprised to hear the bustling movement outside the door.

Many fish have already ordered the Mo family, who has the fastest foot distance, to report to Wang Jian and let Wang Jian lead his troops to guard the mountain intersection.

I will only give Jianxi one night of time to think about it.

If the western part of the stream wants to monopolize the salt area, or if he doesn't want to leak the news and plans to kill people and destroy his mouth, Wang Jian will enter the mountains in time to encircle and suppress them.

If the western part of the stream agrees to cooperate, the salt area needs to send troops to guard it.

As soon as the rooster crowed, many fish got up and opened the door, but they didn't expect Baya and Dawu to be at the door, with crystal morning dew hanging from their hair.

The great witch bowed deeply to many fish: "The place of ancestor worship can bury salt and brine, which is the blessing of the ancestors to future generations." Jianxi is willing to dedicate this place to Daqin. ”

Many fish's hanging hearts relaxed slightly: "Great Wu, brother, I will write to the king of the great righteousness of the western part of the stream." But the matter of salt brine is not 10 out of 10......"

Baya stopped many fish: "Sister, hunters may be bitten to death by their prey, fishing may be drowned, and planting crops will also encounter natural disasters. We have understood this truth for generations. ”

A consensus was reached, and the large-scale development of salt wells in full swing began.

Many fish used to travel to Zigong, Sichuan, where there is a nearly 1,000-meter-deep salt well built during the Qing Dynasty.

When exchanging the Well Sinking Salt Crafting Technology in the Reputation Mall, many fish were only exchanged for the Beginner Technique.

Because the 1,000-meter-deep salt well needs to be dug for 15 years, many fish can't afford to wait.

"Wang Qian, you send troops to guard the salt area and the mountain pass."

"Mao Sui, you are in charge of the management of the salt area."

"Brother, if the young people in the village are willing to work, they can also sign up. Two catties of chestnut rice a day. ”

Thanks to the return of many Mojiazi, Mojiazi can spread all walks of life and make great contributions to the construction of the salt area.

The salt area is divided into three parts: salt wells, boiling and brine stoves, and warehouses.

Bamboo is used as a brine pipeline between the salt well and the boiling stove.

Mao Sui led the craftsmen to build the surface buildings, and Zhuo Ran led the laborers to dig wells in the selected places.

The diameter of the well dug this time is relatively large, and the gravel is stacked on the wall of the well layer by layer, but because it cannot be fixed, it is easy to produce potential safety hazards.

Fortunately, the Bashu area has not been developed, and the shallow salt brine resources are very rich.

"Zhuo, when, salt?"

The men in the west of the stream are very hard-working, and the great witch said that there is a treasure left by the ancestors to the clansmen underneath.

Zhuo Ran stared at the bottom of the well: "It's almost there." ”

"Is there salt buried in this well?"

"Stupid, naturally it's salt water!"

The population of the Bashu area is small, and many fish cherish manpower, and the treatment of salt workers is quite good.

Therefore, the people in the western part of the stream and the salt workers of the Qin people often laugh a few words. Many young people in the western part of the stream have learned to speak a few simple Qin words.

Many fish and black dolphins sit not far from the well, using bamboo poachs made by Zheng An.

Baya made fun of many fish: "You Qin people just love to be exquisite." With the sky as the quilt and the earth as the house, the stones in the mountains can be seen everywhere, how convenient is it to sit on the stones? ”

However, a rainstorm changed Baya's mind.

Baya and the others were drenched, and after the rain stopped, there was nowhere to rest.

But when everyone was embarrassed, many fish held up their umbrellas and sat on small ponies, leisurely.

This umbrella was also made by Zheng An, many fish were not willing to use silk to make the umbrella surface, Zheng An split the bamboo into thin strips, and carefully braided the umbrella surface, which took a lot of effort.

"Sister, I want it too." Baya's eyes are red, and it is rainy in Bashu, and it is easy to be infected with wind and cold when it is wet by rain.

Many fish smiled and said, "The part of Brother Ah and Dawu has already been prepared." ”

Baya grinned with satisfaction, this sister is not a loss!

Zhuo Ran was shouting: "Keep chiseling!" The sand is starting to get wet! ”

Many fish didn't bother to chat, and hurried closer.

When the salt workers heard the salt brine approaching, they were full of energy and swung their hoes downward.

The whole salt area is like being pressed the accelerator button, and everyone is busy.

Mao Sui: "Gears? ”

"Ready!"

Mao Sui looked around: "Halogen pipe!" ”

"Ready?"

Mao Sui: "Stove room? ”

"Ready!"

Mao then exhaled a breath, everything was ready, only the salt brine was owed. On the day of the appearance of salt brine, you must cook the first pot of salt for the juzi!

A dull grunt sounded softly underground, Zhuo Ran listened with his ears on the ground, and suddenly got up and ran away: "Run!" ”

The salt workers scattered like birds, and then a stream of black water broke through the surface and gushed high into the air from the bottom of the well.

Like a fountain, it fell heavily, splashing countless black splashes.

Many fish have solemn expressions, why blackwater? Is it oil?