At the beginning, his wife came to him, and he became rich by selling kidney treasures.

Additional guest room.

Ma Min came in with two Hu guests.

"Master." Ma Min walked to the bed and called out.

The Hu boss opened his eyes, sat up and asked, "Have you learned how to make fine salt?"

"I guess... I guess I've learned it." Ma Min and the other two Hu guests nodded.

"What do you mean you have learned it? Did you really watch it carefully?" The Hu boss frowned.

Seeing this, Ma Min immediately gave a far-fetched explanation: "The master's Han people are very cunning. They are always playing tricks on us and don't want us to know all the steps. But fortunately, I... we have remembered them all."

"It better be this way."

"Let's go over and take a look at the fine salt he makes." The Hu boss nodded, walked out of the guest room first, and headed for the backyard where Ren Hao was.

At this time, Ren Hao, who was in the backyard, took advantage of Ma Min's absence and was writing an acrostic poem on the wall with the saltpeter foam hidden in his sleeve.

Let the heaven and earth move, I will sit comfortably in the rock.

A bright moon rises in the sky, and sparse light shines through the lush forest.

These two lines of poetry, one is from the poems of Master Hanshan, and the other is from Du Fu's "Summer Night Sigh".

The old pavilion chief had said before that Tianshui Town was a must-pass for every businessman or bandit.

He left this subtle acrostic poem to inform Erika of his visit, or to the people sent by His Majesty to look for him.

Seeing that Ren Hao was still in the mood to compose poetry, the old pavilion chief immediately shook his head and said, "Brother, you have fallen to this point now, and you still have the mood to compose poetry? You really don't worry about your situation at all."

"Now that we are here, let's make the best of it." Ren Hao clapped his hands in a good mood and shook off all the saltpeter foam in his hands.

Soon the Hu boss came to the backyard and saw the poem written by Ren Hao at a glance.

"What's written on this wall? Is it conveying some message?" The Hu boss pointed at the poem on the earthen wall. Ma Min next to him frowned immediately when he saw what was written on the wall. He had just left for a while and now he started to make trouble.

"These are two lines of poetry that my little brother wrote on the wall on a whim."

"Boss, whether we are Wei or Han people, we all like to compose poems when we feel like it." The old pavilion chief quickly stood up and explained to the Hu boss, and while making a few gestures, he also composed a few lines of poetry.

Although his ability to compose poetry was very poor, he still gave an explanation.

"Is this really the case?" The Hu boss looked at Ma Min next to him with a skeptical attitude.

"Master, that's right." Ma Min nodded without denying it. Both the Wei and Han people did have the habit of composing poetry.

The Hu boss did not pursue the matter any further, but stretched out his hand to Ren Haoyi and asked, "Where is the fine salt you made?"

"Yes, it's here." Ren Hao handed the plate to the Hu boss.

The boss took the plate and looked at the salt grains inside that looked like fine sand. Not only did he widen his eyes in surprise, but even the horse people and Hu guests next to him widened their eyes.

This fine salt like sand is the best of the best!!!

Just when the Hu boss was about to dip his index finger in some fine salt to taste it, Ma Min, who was standing next to him, was afraid that Ren Hao might poison it, so he stopped him and said, "Master, let me taste it for you."

"Get out! Do you, a Shiba Inu, deserve to taste fine salt?" The Hu boss pushed Ma Min away, but he was still worried that the Han people would poison the salt, so he gave the plate to the Hu guest next to him.

Ma Min felt as if his heart was pricked by a needle. The anger of humiliation surged in his heart. He sat on the ground and clenched his fists.

But in the end, he loosened his clenched fists, and the corners of his mouth inadvertently curved up, as if he was laughing at himself.

After Hu Ke dipped his index finger in some fine salt and put it into his mouth, he immediately looked like he was enjoying it.

"Master, this is... true!!!"

"I have never tasted such delicious salt." Hu Ke gave a thumbs up excitedly.

The Hu boss also felt at ease and dipped his index finger in the salt, then put it in his mouth and tasted it.

After the delicate salty taste spread along his taste buds, the Hu boss was stunned on the spot!!!

Although he had tasted fine salt before, that kind of fine salt was not as pure as this one, and it melted in his mouth as soon as he put it in his mouth.

If this fine salt is used to stew meat, it will be so delicious that it is unimaginable.

No.

It is a waste of resources to use this fine salt like sand to stew meat or cook food!!!

This fine salt, like sand, is a perfect work of art and should be collected for appreciation.

After coming to his senses, the Hu boss carefully wrapped the fine salt in the plate into sheepskin, fearing that some of it would leak out.

Ren Hao looked at the cautious look of the Hu boss and couldn't help but find it quite funny.

You should know that this kind of fine salt, which is as fine as sand, is available in large quantities in modern times. It costs only three yuan for a bag, which is enough to fill you up.

Of course, while he laughs, Ren Hao can also understand the differences between different eras.

Every time he brought in a new epoch-making technology, it was a devastating blow to this era that had not yet reached the technological standards of the future.

Although there was fine salt in this era, it was not even half as good as his. The fine salt in this era was not obtained by purifying coarse salt, but by separating impurities from coarse salt, which increased the salt concentration and reduced the bitterness of the salt.

So the old pavilion chief could fully understand why the Hu boss regarded this fine salt as precious as sand.

Because he had secretly tasted the fine salt made by Ren Hao before, and it tasted completely different from the fine salt he had eaten before. He even wondered for a moment whether Ren Hao was made by the emperor in the palace.

Because the fine salt he produced was too pure, he was retaliated against by his peers.

"What a pity, what a pity." The old pavilion chief secretly sighed. This imperial salt-making method has not yet been popularized among the people, but has been learned by the Hu people first.

However, Ren Hao was not afraid at all that the Hu people would learn it. Purifying coarse salt into fine salt seemed simple, but the temperature control and salt dissolving steps were very difficult to master.

Moreover, he had kept two tricks in mind, so it would be a long time before the Hu people could learn them.

After the Hu boss left, Ren Hao lay down on the haystack and fell asleep. The old pavilion chief next to him saw that the Hu guests had left, so he also hid on the haystack next to him and spit out a long thin wire from his mouth.

He was not in the mood to have the same mentality as Ren Hao, who wanted to make the best of things.

The old guard inserted the wire into the keyhole of the handcuffs and began to twist and fiddle with them.

Click! ! !

With a crisp sound, the handcuffs on the old guard's hands fell off instantly.

The old pavilion chief patted Ren Hao on the shoulder, shook the wire in his hand and said, "Brother, do you want to escape with me?"