Daqin: I became a saint by reading, and I started by summoning Daxue Longqi!

"This is the salary of you eating the king, sharing the responsibilities of the king, this is the pillar of the country!?"

boom!

The First Emperor Yingzheng threw a roll of bamboo slips on the body of He Yousheng, a senior official in the Ministry of Civil Affairs.

The bamboo slips came with a huge impact force, which instantly made him unstable and fell to the ground.

But when he saw clearly that it recorded his corruption and breaking the law, his face was startled, and he couldn't stop kowtowing: "Your Majesty, forgive me, Your Majesty, forgive me, I know my mistake!"

"Humph!"

The First Emperor snorted coldly, with an angry look on his face, and said with a mocking smile: "Forgive your life, how can you be worthy of the people in the world who were bullied to death by you!"

thump thump!

The first emperor walked like the wind, and walked to the court hall!

The emperor sword in his hand came out of its sheath!

With a wave of the long sword, the cold light pierced through the air, and the sharp blade instantly chopped off He Yousheng's head.

"Come on!"

The First Emperor Yingzheng glared at the court ministers, and ordered: "Sir Sicang, Sergeant, Sergeant Sinong... I drag them all out of the palace and behead them!"

"Here!"

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, spare your life!"

The officials whose names were read hurriedly bowed their heads and knelt down in prayer.

It's just that the First Emperor Yingzheng turned a deaf ear to it.

Outside the hall, a group of Daqin Heijia soldiers rushed over quickly and directly took down Doctor Sicang, Sergeant Sinong and other ministers.

The ministers and officials who used to be glorious in the past are crying and begging one by one at this moment.

All the officials were panicked!

The Daqin Black Armor dragged the ministers out of the hall like a pig.

Puff, puff!

The sword cuts off the head!

The sound of crying and shouting dissipated immediately, only the smell of blood wafted into the nostrils, which immediately made all the civil and military officials in the hall tremble with fright, and their faces turned pale.

The first emperor looked around at Chao Zhongwu!

As far as the eye can see, all officials dare not look at him!

"Li Si, come and arrange for the next batch of officials to go to Yingchuan!"

"Here!"

Li Si bowed his hands.

The court meeting dispersed, and all the civil and military officials left in dismay.

at night!

The night is dark, only the bright moon is in the sky.

The Guanzhong clan, in the residence of the Li family.

The Patriarch of the Li family, Li Xu, looked heavy, and let out a long sigh.

It was the sheriff of Yingchuan County whom he promoted, but now he was found guilty of crimes by the Eighth Prince and beheaded directly.

After learning about this from the court, Li Xu couldn't stop worrying in his heart, and secretly sighed: "It's not terrible to lose a county guard, what's terrible is to delay that one's important event!"

In the room, the lights flickered.

A black shadow came suddenly, wearing armor, extremely powerful, with a fierce aura rushing toward his face.

Li Xu felt great terror in an instant, his heart was beating violently, and hurriedly said respectfully: "Li Xu pays homage to the general!"

"Master Hou already knows what happened in Yingchuan County, but the matter of casting money cannot be stopped, and the matter of soldiers and horses cannot be stopped!"

The fierce general ordered coldly, "Otherwise, you will be useless!"

Li Xu cupped his hands and bowed, not daring to refute at all, respectfully said: "Of course I won't disappoint Lord Hou!"

"Ok!"

The fierce general nodded in satisfaction, and said, "As for the eighth son, Lord Hou will take care of it."

After saying that, he turned and left, disappearing into the hazy night.

"Ugh……"

Li Xu let out a long breath, raised his sleeve and wiped his forehead, soaked in cold sweat.

The sun is rising and the sky is bright.

Yingchuan County City!

Ying Ziye is sitting in the county government office at the moment, handling the affairs of Yingchuan on his behalf.

The rest of the officials walked through the streets and alleys, went into Liting townships, collected information on the people, and then came to the government office to sort out matters such as leaving households.

It's just that when Ying Ziye saw the high price of official salt, his face showed surprise.

"Since it is so high, a bucket of salt is six hundred Wen!"

Don't look at the difference of only [-] Wen, but under normal circumstances, a grown man only spends [-] Wen in a month.

This shows how huge the gap is.

The supply is still in short supply, and the shipments are too small, so the Guanzhong clan took the opportunity to mine and refine salt mines by themselves and sell them.

As a result, it occupied the salt industry market of the Great Qin Empire on a large scale.

"The price of official salt is too high, and the supply is too small!"

Ying Ziye frowned, salt is a necessity for human beings.

Not eating salt will cause edema all over the body, obvious fatigue, poor appetite, and relatively sluggish spirit and reaction!

What's more, most of this matter is in the hands of the clan.

Once the empire breaks with the clan, the empire will be controlled everywhere!

But if this matter can be resolved, it will undoubtedly cut off the clan's arm!

The official at the side said: "I want to report to the eighth son, it's not because the official salt refuses to lower the price, but because the cost is too high!"

"The extraction of well salt is too difficult. Only ten stones of seawater can extract a bucket of fine salt, and ten stones of green salt salt mine can produce three stones of coarse salt."

"Twenty stones of red salt can be refined to five stones of green salt."

"Furthermore, coarse salt contains toxins, and it is usually only used to feed livestock, but ordinary people can't afford well salt and have to eat this."

"As for the red salt, you must never eat it, and you will die if you eat it!"

Listen to the officials explain, and red salt hazards.

Ying Ziye pondered for a while, nodded and said, "Order people to prepare a large amount of green salt and salt mines, and arrange for the artisans who refine the salt to come!"

"Here!"

The official bowed and retreated, and went to follow Ying Ziye's orders.

Chapter 112 The Eighth Son Is Today's Great Sage?

It's afternoon!

On the open space in the front yard of the government office.

There are several big tripods standing around.

A pile of firewood was placed next to it, an ox cart was filled with green salt ore, and some other items.

Ying Ziye, along with Jian Jiu, officials, and artisans who refined salt gathered here one after another.

"Hachiko, someone has been found for you."

The official said respectfully, and stretched out his hand to attract several craftsmen beside him.

"Xiaomin pays homage to His Royal Highness Eighth Prince!"

All the craftsmen fell to their knees.

"Well, get up!"

Ying Ziye said politely.

"Today I will teach you a method of purifying refined salt."

"The first step is to crush the salt mine!"

Ying Ziye raised his hand slightly, and ordered the guards on the side to crush the salt mine repeatedly with a sledgehammer.

"The second step is to boil it in water to melt the green salt and separate the impurities."

After Ying Ziye finished speaking, several guards threw the crushed blue salt into the boiling water in the cauldron.

Grumpy Grumpy!

"Go fetch some water and earth, and pour the water over the burning wood, and cover it with earth."

"Here!"

A group of pro-guards fetched water and shoveled soil.

Then, according to Professor Ying Ziye's method, wet the burning firewood but not completely wet.

It's just that the flame dissipated, but it was still red.

Then, under Ying Ziye's guidance, it was covered with a layer of loess.

"The method I am teaching you now has nothing to do with making salt, but making charcoal."

"The firewood cannot be fully burned, and charcoal is formed, which is easy to ignite."

"However, if you make a lot of charcoal, you need some containers to burn it."

"You can use the fire kiln to burn charcoal later, and the output will be even greater!"

The officials and salt craftsmen on the side nodded to express their understanding.

For about a moment or so.

Ying Ziye felt that the time was almost up, so he said casually, "Pull up those loess!"

"promise!"

The soldiers were ordered to dig open the loess, and the original firewood was extremely black, like ore.

"This……"

For a moment, everyone present was shocked and looked at the scene in disbelief.

Ying Ziye smiled slightly, but did not explain too much, and continued to order: "Steam the green salt repeatedly, and then remove all impurities on the surface."

"promise!"

The soldiers continued to work according to Ying Ziye's instructions.

Just cooking the green salt was repeated for nearly five or six times.

Until some impurities are hardly visible on the surface.

"Continue to cook, and then put all these charcoals on!"

As soon as the words fell, the faces of the craftsmen were all shocked.

"This... in this way, wouldn't it make the boiled green salt turbid again!"

"Hey... I'm afraid all the previous efforts were in vain."

"Could it be that His Royal Highness Eighth Prince has another reason for this move?"

When the craftsmen were suspicious, their eyes were fixed on it all the time.

For fear of missing any details!