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"Brother Chu, this is the first time I've seen this way of eating. Do you have a name?"

Zhou Shicai asked, holding a beef meatball.

"In our rural areas, it's called random stew, or hot pot. It's suitable for eating in winter." Chu Chen replied.

There is no such thing as hot pot in this world. Zhou Shicai listened to it and agreed that the countryside must be where immortals live and is out of reach for mortals.

"Hey, it's a bit bland, add some salt."

After saying that, Chu Chen turned back to the kitchen, took out a clay pot, and sprinkled a handful of salt on it.

Zhou Heng's eyes widened at this scene, and he snatched the pottery pot away.

Then he shouted excitedly: "My second uncle told me before that I still don't believe it. Brother Chu, how much of this refined salt can we really get? How much does it cost?"

Finally getting to the point, Chu Chen looked at Zhou Heng with a smile on his face.

Why, your second uncle calls me Brother Chu, and you also call me Brother Chu. This generational hierarchy is confusing.

Then he said: "Mr. Zhou, I am not yet able to produce large quantities of it, but in three months, it should be almost the same. The cost is so low that you can hardly imagine it."

"It's Zhou who is impatient, but Brother Chu, there are some things you may not understand. Our Daxia Dynasty has been in existence for more than 100 years, and this salt has been controlled for more than 100 years. The people of Daxia are suffering too much."

"So this time, you must help me. In return, I will share all the income with you [-]/[-]."

Five or five? Let’s talk about that later.

But salt should not be difficult to make.

This time he went to Qingyun City and made a special trip to find out about the price of salt.

Fifty cents and one tael is still yellowish coarse salt, which ordinary people cannot afford.

So most people settle for the next best thing and buy that smelly and sour vinegar cloth.

The best refined salt on the market costs as much as [-] yuan per tael, and the quality is not as good as mine.

It was probably controlled by salt merchants like Zhou Shicai and deliberately raised the price.

In fact, Chu Chen guessed wrong. Zhou Shicai was not a serious salt merchant.

At best he is a second-rate dealer, he has no way of making salt.

So as a businessman, I bought large quantities of coarse salt and then released it at a fair price or at a low price.

The purpose is to break through the control of the family that has the method of making salt.

You must know that controlling such indispensable materials is a powerful check for the imperial power.

In fact, Zhou Shicai's identity was not only a wealthy businessman, but also the second prince of the Great Xia Dynasty and the emperor's younger brother.

The Zhou Heng in front of him is the current eighth prince.

The eighth prince cares about the people carefully and does not see the suffering in the world. He is a prince with an excellent reputation.

This time I saw Chu Chen's refined salt at my second uncle's place, and learned that there was a second person in the Great Xia Dynasty who knew how to make salt.

So he couldn't wait to ask his second uncle to take him to Chu Chen.

"Brother Zhou, as I said before, I will still be here within three months, and I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer by then."

Chu Chen looked at Zhou Heng's eager look and realized that love salt was more important than he thought.

Then, I couldn't agree so quickly.

In fact, Chu Chen has his own plan. He wants to live a good life in this ancient time.

Then you must have your own site, and Mashan Village is a very good location.

If you want to have land and people, you must make money. Salt is indeed a good opportunity to make money, and he plans to turn it into an industry.

Before that, we still have to solve the housing problem first, and then recruit troops to expand our power.

Seeing what Chu Chen said, Zhou Heng was not in a hurry.

"It seems that it is Zhou Menglang. After all, this method of making salt may be the foundation of Brother Chu. How can we easily reach cooperation with just a few words?"

In fact, Zhou Heng had discussed with Zhou Shicai before, arresting Chu Chen and asking him about the method of making salt.

Zhou Shicai rejected it without hesitation. It was a joke. He had seen Chu Chen's incredible skills.

If you arrest him, do you think his life will be long? Moreover, if he refuses to tell the truth, the effect will often be even worse.

Also, it wouldn't be fun if that aristocratic family found out and won over in advance.

"Brother Zhou is serious. You have also seen my broken place, so I need time to build a workshop and recruit people."

Chu Chen said to the two of them.

"Okay, okay, the wine is open. Boss Zhou, Brother Zhou, and all the heroes. I, Chu Chen, would like to thank you all for helping me out today. Otherwise, I would probably still be in the cell now."

After saying that, Chu Chen was lifted up and said to everyone.

We had just eaten a little, but when Chu Chen took out the salt, everyone stopped using their chopsticks.

Only then did I remember that there was also good wine.

After Zhou Heng raised his glass, everyone raised their glasses and drank it all in one gulp.

"Hey, Brother Chu, this is the Immortal Bar. I, Zhou Shicai, have traveled all over the country for half my life, but I have never had such a good drink."

When strong liquor enters the throat, a burning sensation travels from the mouth to the throat, then to the stomach, and finally to the heart.

Especially the guards, all of whom are martial arts practitioners, can be said to be addicted to alcohol.

After the first cup, everyone started feasting on it.

Zhou Heng also pretended not to know that these people were his dead soldiers, and Zhou Heng was very relaxed about them.

On the surface they were guards, but in private Zhou Hengke didn't treat them as human beings at all.

"Mr. Chu, your wine is good, but it's a bit too little."

one of the guards shouted.

Five or six people had a bottle of wine, and it was indeed a little short. Chu Chen turned around and went to the kitchen.

He took out two bottles and placed them on their table.

The guards said their thanks and drank again.

A joke can be put in a glass bottle, but it cannot be compared with ordinary wine.

Several people were eager to have a few more drinks.

Halfway through the meal, another guard came here on horseback, said a few words in Zhou Heng's ear, then turned and walked towards the wine table.

At this time, Zhou Heng looked at Chu Chen and said, "Brother Chu, the trouble has been solved. At least in Qingyun City, no one will cause trouble for you in the future. As for the Sanhe Gambling House, it has also been shut down."

After hearing this, Chu Chen asked without thinking: "Thank you, Brother Zhou. Brother Zhou should not be as simple as a salt merchant."

"Haha, I can't hide anything from Brother Chu, but now is not the time. After all, we haven't cooperated yet."

Zhou Heng raised his glass, smiled at Chu Chen, and drank it all.

Although he didn't have to solve the Sanhe Gambling House himself, as long as he solved it, he would save himself a lot of trouble.

Next, you can go about your business with peace of mind.

After eating the meal for an hour, everyone returned happily.

"Brother Chu, it's getting late. We have to rush back to Qingyun City. I will live in Qingyun City for these three months. If you have any trouble, you can come to me." After Zhou Heng said this, he led everyone to ask for help. Leave.

Chu Chen also generously gave him a large clay pot of salt and four bottles of wine.

Even if it is the reward for them to come out and solve the trouble today.

After everyone left, Chu Chen looked at the wine in his hand and thought: Maybe wine making is also a good way.

Although there are many supplies in space, they will eventually be used up.

As for things like glass, you can make some money in the first few times, but once there are more of them on the market, they are no longer valuable.