struggle in ancient times

It is also beneficial to give to the government, the first silver is more, and the good ones can get a reward.He heard that in the past, someone donated a piece of farm tools and won the title of a good farmer, and rewarded him with 500 taels.

Second, if you sell things to merchants in areas that are important to the court, such as salt and iron, you will be in danger of losing your head if you are found out.

And it would be a good thing for him if he could get the blue eyes from above, at least the starting point was high. After all, in this place, scholars can actually become staff members, but they must be recommended by someone.

The method of making salt here is simple and crude, just put the sea water in the sun, and break the big pieces with manpower. Every time he eats, he eats sand.

On the second day, Liao Tingyu woke up early, and asked Deng to prepare a smaller pot for him.

Under Deng's horrified gaze, he filled half of the salt at home and dissolved it in a pot.

Then use a small stove for boiling medicine to boil the water containing salt.Strain it through a clean handkerchief several times.Stir gently with chopsticks.

"Oh, my prodigal son, what are you doing? Why are you using so much salt? You are digging out your mother's heart."

Seeing his operation, Deng's heart hurts so much that she is about to suffocate. Why didn't she realize that her son is a prodigal before.

Thinking of going to the town to buy salt, the salt can only be bought for more than ten yuan, and the price is the same as that of meat.

Like she usually puts a little bit of it and feels a little distressed, let alone such a big half of the can.

"Aniang, just watch, it's useful for me to take these." Liao Tingyu continued to deal with it unmoved.

"What's the use of this? You see, if you put this smoke in water and dissolve it, you still burn it. It's not bad for you to save the water to make salt water. Why waste it?"

Moreover, this handkerchief was prepared by her to embroider, and it only cost a few pennies. It was so dirty, I don't know if it will be washed clean.

Seeing Liao Tingyu's behavior, Mrs. Deng was too angry to speak. Fortunately, this was the son she wanted the most. Otherwise, if Wen Xiu'er dared to do this, Mrs. Deng might step over the bench and throw her at the prodigal wife.

But can this precious son be treated like this?That's all!Only out of sight and out of mind.

Liao Tingyu didn't know that Deng had beaten him several times in his heart, and he slowly boiled the water with fire to evaporate it.

Looking at the clean, white and fine salt in the small pot.He also nodded with a sense of accomplishment, and said, like Mrs. Deng asking for credit: "What do you think, Auntie? This research is not bad, you will definitely not have that bitter taste if you try it.".

Deng looked at the snow-white salt in disbelief, and she twisted the salt with rough hands: "Second brother, you are amazing, the salt can be so white, look at this transparent one."

Deng dipped his hand in a little salt and tasted it in his mouth, feeling that it was not as bitter as before.

But it doesn’t matter whether it’s going to be bitter or not. Looking at the big pot of salt, there is only a little bit left: “Well, this salt is not bitter anymore. My second son, you are really smart, but why are you doing this? ? The salt in our family is useless even if it is so white, and our family is not a wealthy person, so there is no need to make these, let alone using your method, I am afraid that there will be no firewood this winter." Although the things are good, But it's not something that their family can use!

Although boiling salt can purify the salt, it is quite expensive.

But there is no way around it, and the tools are limited.

Liao Tingyu looked helplessly at the firewood he had used up.

There is no other way than to make this fine salt.And he had to show off-the-shelf samples to convince those officials, his words were groundless!

"I know, of course it's not for our family. This is what I thought of last night. Today I'm going to the county to show the salt to those high officials to see if I can get their favor." Liao Tingyu stood up and handed the small pot to Mrs. Deng. "Aniang first help me make the salt finer with chopsticks, and I'll go change my clothes first."

He wore a gown for scholars, wrapped the prepared salt in a piece of rice paper, and rode an ox cart to the branch set up by the Ministry of Industry in the county seat.

Deng looked at the half-empty salt, and sighed helplessly. She didn't know what Liao Tingyu was going to do, but she still hoped: "I hope the second child can succeed, how can this little salt be enough for this month?"

Deng looked at the small jar of salt in distress.In this dynasty, salt was strictly controlled. There were regulations on how much each household could use. To buy salt, you had to register. If you bought too much salt, you had to write down what you did for the salt. .

However, the population of his family is small, and the salt can only be bought in a small jar.

Liao Tingyu did not expect this kind of situation. He knew that the salt was strictly controlled by the imperial court, but he didn't know that the imperial court stipulated how much salt was allowed for each household in a year.

If you know it, you may have to complain about it. Is it necessary to search and search like this?Isn't that much seawater enough?