As a salty and wet smell drifted into the nose, a large area of ​​salt drying fields came into view.

By this time, the weather had cleared up and many workers were drying salt in the salt field.

The pure white salt particles have appeared in everyone's eyes, like white flowers.

Seeing this scene, these Jiangnan nobles almost had their eyes rolled down.

In their eyes, this is not salt, it is just gold spread on the ground.

Seeing everyone's eyes, Yang Fan said deliberately: "Oh, why don't you leave? This is a salt drying field built by me in my spare time. It is not worth seeing at all. Are you interested in this?"

Li Tai asked in astonishment: "What is sun salt?"

This question actually asked everyone's thoughts.

The ancient method of making salt, in addition to mining salt mines, was to boil salt with seawater.

According to ancient records: "At the beginning of late spring, the people of Beihai boil the sea to make salt."

"Uncle Fu is using some courtesy!" Xiao Ran helped Yang Laifu up and asked casually: "How are the arrangements outside?"

If the emperor really approves that only ten salt farms can exist in Xiaotang, will this mean that he has taken away my Zhu family’s salt business?

Xiao Ran didn't find it strange that Zhu Mei was so surprised.

Thinking of this, the eyes of everyone present turned red, and they looked at Zhu with a roar, their eyes full of greed and compulsion...

Wang Shufen and Yang Laifu are husband and wife, so they should understand the situation.

Excluding the cost, it is definitely a huge fortune for a special family.

The most important thing is that it is a transaction that is restricted by others.

Surely a salt farm can produce 1 million bars of rock salt a year, but that’s a lot of money!

Among the salt businesses in the south of the Yangtze River, my Zhu family is suspected to be the smallest.

Now that our Zhu family has adopted the method of drying salt, your other aristocratic families will definitely cannibalize my Zhu family quickly.

Just come and get a loan.

Of course, the loan must be mortgaged, and the fields occupied by those aristocratic families are not Xiao Ran's target.

Li Tai on the side also hesitated to speak.

Seeing it through was just saying it, but Xiao Ran didn't deliberately ask for it.

He intends to unite with other families to put our Zhu family to death.

After all, if the sea water is exhausted, it will be used as much as possible. Who cares?

Xiao Ran didn't care about Zhu's ugly face and said to himself: "I look down on them and say they are stupid. They guard such a small sea and actually let the people eat salt. Seriously?"

It’s a waste of resources, but it’s all money!”

"Yes, little governor, let's go directly to the paper mill to visit!" Lin Xi on the side also hurriedly joined in.

"At the same time, the salt that was not available in Xiaotang before was produced by those ten salt factories. The salt is priced uniformly in Xiaotang and shipped to the sea for sale, each based on his ability!"

Of course, Xiao Ran mainly wanted to exploit the Jiangnan nobles and squeeze out their family fortunes.

The reason why I said that was to retaliate that what Zhu just said was cooperation.

The salt drying field was just the first bait I threw out.

"Does he know how much each piece of paper costs? How much labor is required? How many scholars are there in heaven?"

After all, if those people in Jiangnan want to get those craftsmanship, we must first raise money.

The two of them absolutely believed in whether the so-called "sun salt" could be profitable.

Yang Laifu said: "Although I am worried, sir, the paper made from bamboo is stronger and whiter. It is definitely the best choice for writing."

After all, we haven’t considered the glass business as our own.

Zhu Pei was obviously doubtful about Zhu Meihe's statement. He snorted and said, "In order to reduce the cost, the quality of the paper is affected, and even the writing effect of the scholar is affected. Then the paper is useless?"

There are eight huge characters hanging on the small door of the building - Liulichang!

Anyway, we know very little!

I am sure that if that avenue of making money was cut off before, my Zhu family will recover from a sudden fall.

Nowadays, those Jiangnan aristocratic families only consider their interests and have not realized that they have not fallen into the trap.

Well.

Although salt production is too low, it may cause the price of salt to rise.

Zhu Pei was surprised when he heard Yang Laifu's words: "Can they really make paper from bamboo? How is the output? How is the quality?"

It is still the early Tang Dynasty, so it is not strange that Zhu Pei knows that bamboo cannot make paper.

Do those people want money?

Mrs. Zhu understood that Xiao Ran was deliberately looking for trouble after taking revenge.

After walking through the salt field, Xiao Ran came to the back of a huge building.

Boiled salt means boiling seawater in a container, evaporating the water and crystallizing it into salt. Therefore, there is no such thing as "drying salt", let alone deliberately building a salt drying field.

It takes a young and crazy person to say something so confident.

It must be true as Xiao Ran said, the salt field in the sky is divided into ten places, seven are controlled by the court and seven are controlled by private individuals.

What's more, now Xiaojia wants to cooperate with Xiao Ran to open up sea routes.

Without the land, the Jiangnan family will naturally need these refugees who farm, and they will naturally spit out those people when the time comes.

There is a shortage of people!

It seems that Zhu Mei is cooperating, and there will be a tragedy soon!

Seeing the two people in Suanqie, Xiao Ran certainly knew what we were thinking.

Of course, a relatively weak and powerful family wants to face that behemoth Yang Fan.

Yang Laifu looked at Xiao Ran and saw that Xiao Ran didn't stop me. I didn't know what to do, so I turned to Zhu Mei and said, "It is precisely because paper is expensive that you have developed various methods to reduce costs. Nanfang Shaozhu, use

Bamboo is used to make paper, so you can minimize the cost of paper..."

The two guys were obviously afraid that the method of making colored glaze would be seen by others.

So Zhu stared at Xiao Ran and said: "Little Governor, since ancient times, free trade has been implemented in the business world. Is he being too overbearing by interfering like that?"

When the time comes for all the heavenly families to bid together, my Zhu family will definitely not be able to win one of them.

If we hadn't agreed to Xiao Ran's cooperation just now, Xiao Ran might have come up with something to slap us in the face.

However, I was too bad to directly conflict with the Zhu family.

Xiao Ran's words were too rude, Zhu Pei responded directly.

Then he took out his trump card and wanted to alienate Yang Fan's supporters, in order to achieve the purpose of dividing the Jiangnan gentry alliance in Wu County.

Yang Laifu's tone was respectful, but his expression was arrogant.

Nowadays, Xiao Ran's official position is getting lower and lower, and there are not many people outside of his own family who call him Young Master.

It's no wonder Zhu was angry.

Xiao Ran can only trick those aristocratic families!

The lack of bamboo in the south is most suitable for the development of the paper industry.

During the retreat, Xiao Ran asked Yang Laifu: "Is Xin's papermaking going well?"

After all, people outside your own family are the ones you worry about the most.

It is indeed the goal of those paper craftsmen.

Seawater boiled salt has been around since ancient times, but seawater sun-dried salt only appeared in the late Song Dynasty.

The weaker aristocratic families were weighing the pros and cons, so no one said anything.

Xiao Ran and his party had not yet arrived, and Yang Laifu had already been waiting at the small door.

Now that Xiao Ran can really make salt in small batches, my Zhu family's business will be revived.

"You deny that when the young governor was in Guanzhong, he should have made some improvements to papermaking, and even reduced the cost a little, but even that was something that only a scholar could afford. His statement is simply ridiculous.

Tan.”

Looking at the appearance of those Jiangnan nobles, Mrs. Zhu smiled helplessly.

You know, during the Zhenguan period of the Xiao Tang Dynasty, each kilogram of salt cost about 100 Wen.

Originally I heard that "sun salt" does not have such an amazing yield, so I wanted to try it too.

Yang Fan coughed dryly and explained: "This is a brand-new method of making salt that I have mastered. It does not require fuel for cooking, but only the space and workers needed to dry the salt."

Yang Xun and Lin Xi looked at each other with surprise in their eyes.

"As you know, I have a lot of naval personnel and consume a huge amount of salt every day. Procurement is troublesome, so I had to build the salt field."
To be continued...