Daqin: Stop pretending, your father, I am Qin Shihuang

"The county will also send people there."

Wangcai smiled wryly,

"My lord, our people are everywhere on Zhuangzi, so the spider web is naturally easy to operate."

"But we just got here..."

Zhao Lang also knew that he was in a hurry, but he really hated the feeling of being blinded.

"If there is no one, just use money to buy news. I will give you 1000 taels of gold. Within a month, I must at least know the gossip that everyone in the county knows."

Zhao Lang said lightly.

Wangcai gritted his teeth and agreed.

"I'm going out this time, and I'll just take them to death. On Zhuangzi, I'll leave it to you."

After finishing speaking, he got on his horse, took the dozen or so people who had been prepared to die, and galloped towards the saltworks without the slightest bit of nostalgia.

There is no Xiaoqi, Xiaojiu in this Zhuangzi, Uncle Fu is not here, nor are the two teachers.

He couldn't bear nostalgia for it.

gallop all the way.

These days, they are also practicing horse riding on the road.

It is impossible to fight immediately, and the problem of transportation is still not big.

When Zhao Lang smelled the fishy smell of the sea in the air, he knew he was almost there.

"Patriarch, this place is too desolate."

Looking at the surrounding environment, Qu Si frowned and said.

The fields along the way here are all in a barren state, and there is no one in sight for a long time.

Thinking about the fertile land here, Zhao Lang said with some regret,

"It's a borderland, so it's normal for this situation."

After finally finding someone and asking about the exact location, Zhao Lang frowned when he saw the salt field.

This is completely different from the salt field he imagined.

Not far from the beach, in a flat land.

There are messy piles of earthen nests, which should be used to make salt.

On the other side is a row of dilapidated wooden houses.

Not long after the group of people arrived, a small official in green clothes came over with two people,

"Who is staying in the saltworks!"

Facing so many people, the little official questioned without fear.

"We are the new merchants in charge of the saltworks. This is the document."

Zhao Lang handed over the prepared documents.

"It turned out to be a merchant, why did it arrive only now? The saltworks have been closed for a long time!"

"Within a month, I must see, a thousand catties of coarse salt!"

"Otherwise, the saltworks here will be handed over to others from now on!"

The little official returned the document to Zhao Lang, snorted coldly, and left quickly.

Zhao Lang was not given a chance to speak at all.

Zhao Lang was stunned for a moment. As a merchant, he was in charge of sales, not production, but what happened now?

This little official's reaction was extremely wrong.

Just then, the two remaining people said,

"Young master, we are the stewards of the saltworks here."

Zhao Lang got off his horse immediately, walked into the salt field and said,

"Can't the salt farm produce even a little salt now?"

Even if there is no equipment to light a fire to refine salt, there are always natural salt crystals on the seaside, so there is no output at all.

The two stewards glanced at each other, and one of them smiled and said,

"Young master doesn't know that there are more than 100 slaves in the salt field, so there is naturally some output."

"But these outputs must be supplied to the Zhao family first."

The two stewards talk to you, and I talk to each other. After Zhao Lang has almost watched the entire saltworks, he will know what's going on.

It's an old-fashioned story, the local Haoqiang surnamed Zhao colluded with a small official, and wanted to take the saltworks into his hands.

When the saltworks were destroyed, they took the opportunity to take away all the artisans who knew how to refine salt, leaving only the slaves.

No wonder the little official behaved so strangely.

It's just that this is not a problem for Zhao Lang.

Just a thousand catties of salt.

"Order to go down and start working tomorrow."

Zhao Lang said lightly.

The two stewards said,

"My lord, there are no craftsmen here, slaves don't know how to make salt."

Zhao Lang waved his hand and said,

"No problem, I will."

The two stewards silently glanced at each other. This was not a purely technical problem.

The two of them also know some technology.