Black Dragon Village, back mountain, half-hillside.

Huang Jiawang has been the master of a village in the end, and he is capable and efficient.

In addition, he was reused by Shen Wu, and he was full of energy.

Twenty people were personally ordered, and with tools, they came to the place where the salt mine was located.

Huang Jiawang did not rush to start construction, but built several bamboo houses nearby.

The drilling of wells, as well as the subsequent extraction of salt brine and salt production, should be carried out nearby.

They need these people to live here.

When you have a place to live, you can work better.

After building the bamboo house, Huang Jiawang took the drawings left by his father and led his subordinates to start construction according to the drawings.

Bamboo is cut from the mountains, hollowed out, and then assembled into long pipes, digging little by little.

The wellhead is not large, only the size of a basin.

Twenty people, divided into five groups, took turns digging and taking soil, day and night.

After seven or eight days, I dug more than ten meters.

Then, salt brine began to seep out.

After the well digging work is over, the next step is to take the salt brine, boil, filter and other processes.

In less than half a month's effort, billowing white smoke began to emerge from several large iron pots that had been erected halfway up the hillside.

The finished well salt was also successfully tested again and again.

“…… Not bad! ”

When Shen Wu received the notice, she and Jiang Yanchi rushed over.

This area halfway up the hill has been fenced off and turned into a cottage salt factory.

There were not only salt-making workers, but also soldiers in charge of defense.

Although the entire Black Dragon Village, and even the surrounding area have become Shen Wu's territory.

But be cautious, and there's nothing wrong with that.

Especially the existence of a cash cow like a salt factory, there can be no mistakes.

In a bamboo hut in Shen's house, freshly made salt is stacked on a bamboo basket.

Shen Wu dipped a little with her fingertips, put it in her mouth, and tasted it gently, there were no impurities, no strange taste, only the salty taste of salt.

It's not much different from the official salt on the market.

"How much is the production? Can you maintain this quality? ”

Shen Wu stood in the bamboo house, and through the window, she saw that the cauldron outside was still boiling salt, so she asked Huang Jiawang beside her.

Huang Jiawang had the excitement of success in his eyes, and when he spoke, he couldn't help but raise his chest.

He only got the drawings and the process of making salt from his father, but he never tried it.

What is surprising is that whether it is Zhuo Tube Well or salt production, he has succeeded in drumming it out.

Oops, he Huang Jiawang is really capable.

has lived up to the trust of the owner of the village.

At this time, when he heard Shen Wu ask him, he hurriedly gathered his thoughts, bowed down and replied: "Owner of the village, now that it has just begun, the output is not too high, and it is only thirty catties a day. ”

When it came to "thirty catties", Huang Jiawang's face was full of pride.

It seems that what he said by "not too high" was only Versailles' humility.

It is not easy for such a salt well, in the early stage when the technology and personnel are not mature enough, to reach a daily output of 30 catties.

Shen Wu was not unaware of the difficult people, and nodded: "The output is not low. ”

After receiving Shen Wu's praise, Huang Jiawang became more and more proud, and he continued to answer Shen Wu's question, "The quality is as the owner of the village sees today!" ”

Huang Jiawang is indeed qualified to be proud, and the salt workshop he supervises not only does not have a low output, but also guarantees the quality.

"Good! Fabulous! Huang Jiawang, you and your brothers have worked hard! ”

"At noon today, let Chef Zhu cook for you alone, what do you want to eat?"

Subordinates work hard, then they should be rewarded.

In addition to verbal praise, material rewards cannot be left behind.

"Braised pork!"

Huang Jiawang did not hesitate to order directly.

In other words, this braised pork is really the signature dish of the women's soldiers.

But whoever has eaten it, there is nothing that he does not like.

After Huang Jiawang joined Shen Wu's command, he used to eat it.

It's really mouthful, and the aftertaste is endless.

Sometimes when I sleep and dream, I will dream of eating soft and fragrant braised pork and drinking wine!

When I woke up, my pillow was covered with saliva stains!

"Good! Then braised pork! Use the salt you brewed! ”

Shen Wan agreed with a smile, and then began to count the total amount of salt in the workshop.

“…… A total of 100 pounds! ”

Jiang Yanchi had already finished counting, and when he came back, he said lightly, "According to what Huang Jiawang said, the daily output is thirty catties, and in three days, you can make up enough for two hundred catties!" ”

Two hundred catties of salt can already be sent to the county for sale!

In these years, salt and iron were important materials controlled by the imperial court.

Ordinary people are not allowed to sell illicit salt.

However, the world is in turmoil, and the emperor has two, and the prestige of the court is no longer so high.

The boundary between official salt and private salt is also not so obvious.

It's just that Lizhou is located inland, neither by the sea nor by a salt lake, and there is only well salt in the local area.

However, well salt is not easy to mine, and the yield of salt is extremely low.

In times of peace and prosperity, salt was brought from outside.

Now that the world is in chaos, the salt from outside can still be transported, and the price has increased several times.

And most of these high-priced salts are also private salt, which are secretly operated by local wealthy families and even the government.

The last time Jiang Yanchi went to Lizhou, he sought cooperation with Lizhou's assassin history-

Longmenzhai set up a trading house to operate salt, grain and other businesses in the state capital of Lizhou and three county seats.

The Longmen Trade Association will share a part of the profits to the Lizhou Thorn History and the three county orders.

As for these parents, they will turn a blind eye to the so-called "private salt".

"Jiang Sanqi, let's go and deliver it in person."

Shen Wu naturally knew that Jiang Yanchi had already facilitated these cooperations.

The three county seats, as well as the Fucheng, have also opened Longmen commerce.

The road has been paved.

Now all you need to do is send someone to deliver the goods.

However, in the end, it was the first time, and after Shen Wu came to Lizhou, she just entered a county seat, and she encountered a "black shop", and she didn't even visit this county, let alone other places.

Lizhou, she is bound to win.

Since it is its own territory in the morning and evening, it is also appropriate to go around and take a look in advance.

"Good!"

Regarding Shen Yan's proposal, Jiang Yanchi would never refuse.

In this way, Shen Wu transferred some grain from the space, plus two hundred catties of salt from the salt workshop, filled a carriage, and went down the mountain again with Jiang Yanchi.

Following the official road, I first entered the nearest Nanxian County to the cottage, which is also the county where the "black shop" of Longmen Village is located.

Seeing the familiar store, Shen Wu actually felt like a world away.

In less than a month, the store has become her business.

The chef and junior second in the store have also become her subordinates.

When they met again, Shen Wu was fine, but Xiao Er and the chef were embarrassed and a little afraid.

Oops, why were they so tiger that day?

Putting down the future owner of the village?

And that Jiang Sanqi, the existence of the Great Demon King, swept the entire cottage by himself.

That is, at that time, the owner of the village had a plan, otherwise, he and the fat man would have been slapped to death!

"Village, village owner?"

Xiao Er's voice trembled slightly, and he was about to salute, but Shen Wu didn't care about responding to him, but turned his head to look at Jiang Yanchi.

"Jiang Sanqi? What's wrong? Met an 'old friend'? ”

Shen Yan heard clearly, just now, Jiang Yanchi said in a low voice: "Is it him?" ”