Enter the male channel to engage in infrastructure

The salt field in the east of Gyeongju Prefecture is called "Qingshi Salt Field".

In order to strictly prevent the sale of illegal salt, earthen walls were built in the salt field, and officers and soldiers were sent to guard it.

Salt workers are not easily allowed to go over the wall, and outsiders are not easily allowed to enter.

Zhao Shuangsi was a stove owner, and he was in charge of a dozen stoves under him. In the eyes of the salt workers, he was already a moderate leader, at least he could deal with the superiors.

When he got up early in the morning, he mobilized the stoves to carry out the brine to make a fire, and earnestly confessed: "At the end of the month, we have to pay salt again. Everyone cheer up. Last month, the next door didn't pay enough, and they were trained so badly. You all look at it." in the eyes."

The Zao Ding are all yellow and thin, and their faces are full of bitterness.

When is this day?

Floating lights and golden lights in the distance, the sky is high and the sea is wide, it is a magnificent and brilliant scene, but no one appreciates it.

The salt workers are just busy in the salt field numbly.

Zhao Shuangsi rubbed his frozen hands, and was about to lead the stoves to work, but was stopped by the supervisor.

"My lord, is your name the little one?"

He ran over, and when he laughed, his dark and dry face was covered with wrinkles.

The overseer looked proud: "Today there will be a nobleman coming from the saltworks, in order to avoid collisions in the future, you and I will meet him."

Speaking of this, he patted Zhao Shuangsi on the shoulder, and sneakily said: "This is the nobleman among the nobles. If I hadn't given you this opportunity, you would never see him in this life, no, in the next life, in the next life!"

Zhao Shuangsi's simple and honest face was full of brilliance, and he thanked him again and again, but he was a little impatient in his heart.

Rather than looking at noble people, he wants to boil the salt out earlier.

The two quickly approached the gate of the saltworks. There were two lines of queues at the entrance, and everyone stretched their necks to look out the gate.

The salt field's highest official, the Salt Class Ambassador, was instructing his subordinates to maintain order, and said loudly: "The son of King Qing is coming to the salt field, everyone must recognize it clearly, don't offend your nobleman in the future! If you do, you will be rewarded." eat!"

The crowd exploded with a "buzz".

Zhao Shuangsi was also dumbfounded.

Prince Qing's son?Isn't that the emperor's old nephew? !What an expensive nobleman this must be!

He didn't take it seriously after listening to the supervisor's words.

The magistrate had visited the salt field before, and Zhao Shuangsi had seen it from a distance. He was wearing a blue official uniform, and he looked really imposing.

In his eyes, the magistrate is already the most noble person in the sky, but he didn't expect there to be even more noble people.

He stared at the door without blinking, he had to recognize it clearly, otherwise he would accidentally bump into the other party, and he would be decapitated!

A moment later, a procession appeared in the distance, hundreds of tall and straight guards clustered around a carriage, and drove towards them facing the golden wheel.

Zhao Shuangsi couldn't take his eyes off, and he saw the steed leading the way first.

What a majestic horse!

Seeing the team of hundreds of people again, I feel worthy of being the emperor's nephew, more imposing than the magistrate.

I just don't know what the son looks like.

The carriage stopped at the gate of the salt field.

The ambassador of the salt class ran to the carriage and knelt down on his knees: "Your highness, Your Royal Highness!"

The crowd all knelt down, and Zhao Shuangsi was pulled to bend his knees.

Impatientness welled up in his heart again.

Come on, come on, engage in such a big battle, not only delay things, but also make people kneel for nothing.

He looked up quietly.

A young man with slender eyebrows and long eyes jumped out of the carriage and reached out to lift the curtain.

Is that the son's servant?Even a servant was born so white.

"Ambassador courtesy."

The clear and soothing voice came, like the warm sun in spring, which made people feel very comfortable.

Zhao Shuangsi became more courageous and raised his head even higher.

Immediately afterwards, a tall young man with a handsome face stepped out of the carriage. He was only wearing an ordinary short jacket, but it made people feel that it was too expensive.

Zhao Shuang opened his mouth four times, Prince Qing's son looks even more handsome than the dolls on New Year pictures!

The supervisor next to him tugged at his sleeve and lowered his voice: "Don't die?! It's disrespectful to look directly at a nobleman!"

Only then did Zhao Shuangsi come back to his senses, shut up and lower his head.

Lou Yu never expected that the Salt Class Ambassador would hold a welcome ceremony for himself.

He didn't have time to make excuses, and directly said: "Let them all disperse. I have already told the prefect Guo that I will try a new method of salt production in the salt field. Without further ado, please ask the ambassador to take me to the salt field to set up camp."

The ambassador hurriedly ordered the crowd to disperse, with flattery on his fleshy face: "Your Majesty has chosen a courtyard for His Highness, but time is urgent, and there are not enough houses in the salt farm. The adults behind you may not be able to live in it. Why don't you live in the salt farm?" outside……"

"No need." Lou Yu interrupted him, "You are only responsible for taking me in, I have my own plans for where to stay."

When Guo Tang took the bait with snow salt, he was already preparing to enter the salt field.

When he came to the saltworks this time, he brought enough tools.

More than 300 people marched to an uninhabited wasteland.

It is not far from the saltworks, but it has not been developed yet, which happens to be cheaper for Lou Yu.

He told Li Shu: "Choose a place to set up camp, we will have to live here for the next few days."

Although the soldiers of the Wangfu Mansion have been tired and lazy for many years, the craftsmanship of camping has not been abandoned.

Taking advantage of the time when the government soldiers set up camp, Lou Yu ordered Huo Yan, Yang Ji'an, Feng Erbi and Sun Jingwen, and ordered: "Follow me to the salt field and have a look."

All four followed.

Lou Yu had just set foot on the ground of the salt field when the ambassador of the salt department ran over with a flattering smile on his face, "Does your Highness have any orders?"

Lou Yu: "I want to see how salt workers make salt."

The ambassador secretly despised: He didn't even know how to make salt, but he boasted that there was a new way to increase salt production. What a joke!

On the face, he said: "Please allow the lower officials to accompany you and introduce you carefully to His Highness."

Lou Yu naturally wouldn't refuse.

Boiled sea water does not boil sea water directly in a pot, but first uses sea water to make brine, and then boils salt crystals with brine.

There are about 2000 people in the Qingshi Salt Field, which are divided into forty kitchen seats. Each kitchen seat has four to five kitchen households under its jurisdiction, and each kitchen household leads several or more than a dozen kitchen households.

They have lived in the saltworks for a long time and have formed a fixed village group.

From a distance, many salt workers are bending over to pick up salt mud, which is formed by soaking the mud with seawater. The salt workers need to transport the salt mud back to make brine.

They all had dark faces and skinny faces, and their backs were like bows that were about to break, as if they would break with a little more force.

They worked hard day after day, and all their lives they could only see the vast sea, smell the salty sea water, eat coarse grains, and wear coarse linen clothes.

They boiled out so much salt that they didn't use it.

Lou Yu sighed inwardly, and asked casually, "How much raw salt does the salt factory have to hand over every month?"

The ambassador said: "Your Highness does not know, the number varies from month to month."

Lou Yu stopped asking.

There are quite a few children and teenagers in the saltworks, they all lower their heads numbly to collect firewood and light the fire, they are not as innocent as the children outside.

The ambassador followed his gaze, misunderstood Lou Yu's thoughts, and said indifferently: "They are all mud monkeys, ignorant, Your Highness might as well change the place, lest they bump into you."

As soon as the words fell, the children's screams suddenly came from over there.

The ambassador frowned and was about to reprimand, but Lou Yu stopped him.

"Erbi, go and see what happened."

Feng Erbi hurried over and saw a child lying on the ground with a pale complexion, and the other children were crying and wailing like headless flies, so he said, "Go and call his parents!"

A child heard the words and ran to find the elders.

Feng Erbi came back and reported the matter.

The ambassador said: "It's just a child fainting, it doesn't matter, I will warn them not to disturb His Highness."

Lou Yu didn't listen to a word, and went straight to the fainted child.

When the other children saw them, they stopped shouting, their eyes full of fear.

Lou Yu is not a doctor, so he doesn't know why the child fell ill.

Seeing that he was skinny and his lips were bloodless, he stretched out his hand to touch the child's forehead and found that there was no sign of fever, and there were no other obvious symptoms on his body.

"Erbi, can you bring the sugar bag?"

This was what he specially ordered Feng Erbi to bring with him before he set off.

The life in the salt field was hard, and they couldn't continue to enjoy the rich food and clothing of the palace, and they didn't have much snacks, so they had to bring some yellowed candies as snacks.

He guessed that the child might have hypoglycemia in the morning, so he asked Feng Erbi to put a small piece of candy under the child's tongue.

Even if it's not hypoglycemia, it wouldn't hurt to feed him some sugar.

People don't know why.

The ambassador smiled flatteringly: "Your Highness is lenient."

The children had no contact with the outside world, they only knew salt when they were born, and they didn't understand what the word "His Royal Highness" meant at all, so they didn't respond.

Lou Yu asked, "Is there a doctor in the saltworks?"

The ambassador shook his head, "The salt workers are very capable. They rarely get sick. If they do get sick, the lower officials will send people to Fucheng to seek medical advice."

Lou Yu didn't believe his words at all.

He said in a cold voice: "This son has just entered the salt field, he is not acclimatized and feels dizzy, immediately send someone to Fucheng to invite a doctor with good medical skills."

The ambassador twitched the corners of his lips: "... I would like to follow His Highness's order."

As soon as he ordered people to invite the doctor, the children suddenly cheered.

"Puppy Zhao is awake! Puppy Zhao is awake!"

Before Zhao Xiaogou fell into darkness, he thought he would die.

After an unknown amount of time, bursts of cheers reached his ears, and he heard someone calling his name.

He moved his mouth and was about to speak when he felt a hint of sweetness.

That gentle and delicate sweetness, as if enveloping endless power, poured into his heart, supporting him to open his eyes.

Surrounded by familiar friends and a few unknown people.

Probably because the sun was too dazzling today, he actually felt that the person in front of him was shining with a golden light.

Zhao Xiaogou was dumbfounded and did not speak.

Then I heard the person say, "Just wake up."

He moved his mouth again, oh, it's so sweet!It turned out that he really had sugar in his mouth!

"Puppy! Puppy! Are you alright?!" A dark-faced man suddenly rushed into the crowd, hugging Zhao Puppy and asking, choking on his sobs.

When did the ambassador of the salt class get so close to the untouchables?These untouchables smell bad, and they don't know any rules!

Distraught, he scolded loudly with a dark face: "You're not saluting when you see His Highness!"

Zhao Shuangsi was startled in his heart, he was so worried just now, he didn't even notice that the nobleman was here.

The man raised his dark and vicissitudes of face, met Lou Yu's eyes, then hurriedly lowered his head, about to bow his knees to salute.

Lou Yu said, "No need, the child's body is the most important thing, let's send it home first."

A boy next to him couldn't help asking: "Xiaogou Zhao, do you have sugar in your mouth? Is it sweet?"

Zhao Shuangsi felt that he was talking nonsense, where did their family get candy?

But Zhao Xiaogou reluctantly spit out a candy, held it in his dirty palm, and it was still stained with saliva.

"Father, there is really sugar." He opened his big black and white eyes, and said obediently, "I'll take it home and give it to my mother."

Zhao Shuangsi was stunned, and couldn't help raising his head again.

His Royal Highness is holding a sugar bag, which is beyond words.