There is no field to plant and no work to be done.

The rations were often deducted by the salt supervisor's subordinates. They were not fed or clothed and kept warm. They had to repeat heavy manual labor every day. You can imagine how miserable these salt households lived.

Han Zhen asked: "Where is the salt supervisor built?"

"Your Majesty, the Salt Prison is built next to the salt farm, about three miles away from here." Li Da bowed and replied.

Taking out a money bag from his arms, Han Zhen threw it over without counting it.

Li Da's eyes lit up, showing a vigor that belied his age, and he grabbed the money bag.

I weighed it slightly in my hand and found that it was at least two to three hundred coins.

Goulon!

Li Da swallowed his saliva and was overjoyed. He thanked him profusely and said, "Thank you so much for your reward. Your husband will be blessed with great blessings. He will live a long life and have many children."

Salt household is a hereditary system. Once you become a salt householder, your descendants will be salt households.

Holding the money bag tightly with both hands, Li nodded in agreement.

If something goes wrong, there will be no monster.

What about the remaining two thousand people?

Wen Ying sighed: "Let's take a look again!"

"If they are worried, they will be properly settled before the salt households are cancelled."

Han Zhen ordered: "Notify several other villages and ask all the salt households to go to the salt prison to be on standby. I have important instructions."

Paper clothes were the special clothes of the Tang and Song dynasties.

As soon as these words came out, the more than 7,000 salt people immediately exploded. Everyone looked frightened, and they talked incessantly.

After hearing this, the salt people dispersed under the leadership of their respective foreign ministers, talking loudly and walking towards their respective villages.

The salt farm is as small as you imagined. It looks like a military fortress. Outside the walls made of rammed loess, there is a faint smoky atmosphere.

Then, seven more old men walked out of the crowd.

On rows of straw huts, small pots and wooden barrels for boiling salt are set up, and string carts are everywhere.

That method is very expensive and makes full use of the energy of nature.

Before the water evaporates to a certain extent, open the valve and let the seawater flow into the seventh salt field, allowing it to naturally evaporate the water again.

It took a long time before Han Zhen and others came back to their senses.

Oh, the original way is a rebel!

Li Da has been the lieutenant for so many years. Only when he exceeds the tasks assigned by the court, the Salt Supervisor officials will be happy and will reward him with a few coins as a reward.

A piece of clothing is often worn by the family in turns, whoever goes out wears it, and the rest of the family can only stay naked, huddled under the bed and covered with straw.

"Your Majesty, no one in our village is sick and has to go to bed."

Because of its high price, it is deeply loved by poor people.

Several foreign ministers looked at each other and saw deep worries in each other's eyes.

More than 7,000 people were stunned, thinking that they heard wrongly.

After giving the instructions, Han Zhen waved his hand and headed towards the Salt Prison.

Another foreign minister thought for a long time, but finally couldn't help but ask: "Since my husband has eliminated salt households, can we farm?"

"Maybe it's because I'm afraid that Daang Chi's army will suddenly come back."

If you have clothes to wear, just hide outside the house.

Li Dayan is responsible for the smallest money bag in Guangling so far. Only close confidants can take charge of it.

Guang Ling nodded and said: "Of course not. Under your rule, the reclaimed wasteland will be tax-free for eight years, and eight years ago it will have to pay a 10% land tax."

While the two were inspecting the salt field, bursts of silence came from inside.

The sun-dried salt method took its prototype in the Ming Dynasty and was gradually perfected in the Qing Dynasty.

Once the salt household is cancelled, what will we eat and drink?

For the sake of the prosperity of Tokyo city, let’s just suffer for the common people.

As salt households, we have lost everything. We work mechanically and repetitively every day, just for a mouthful of food, and live simply for the sake of survival.

And even these rewards of a few cents, after so many years, are only a handful.

Although it is hard to make salt every day, I can still barely eat a bite, but it is the same at the bottom of the mountain. There are poisonous snakes, beasts, and weak bandits. It is hard to say whether I can survive a year.

Before saying anything, Guangling got on his horse and walked back to the Salt Prison with Monkey.

At this moment, many salt households were gathered in the Salt Prison, and no one came from all directions.

Looking around, the young man's expression was numb and his eyes were dull at the white crowd.

What Han Zhen said was wrong. Gan Chi's army fled in a hurry and left 800 shi of food behind, which was a great joy.

It was the same as the convenient wheelbarrow in the previous life. At that time, the wheelbarrow could be operated by one person. Since it was difficult to maintain balance, two people were required to hold it, one on the right and one on the left. Often, it could only transport some heavy goods. If

If the cargo is too small, oxen and donkeys are needed to pull the cart behind.

I just said, how can these officials in the imperial court give us wages?

Seeing Wen Ying walking leisurely, the swarthy man on the side urged: "Dad, the sun is still early, let's go back to cultivate the fields quickly!"

Waiting for Guangling's order, the seven hundred Qingzhou troops guarding the surrounding area shouted in unison.

The monkey sat up straight and listened attentively to the next words.

"The old man is here!"

The man was stunned for a moment, obviously he had thought of that level.

Even if those talks are put aside, as a rebel, I still need to do my best to protect my base.

The people of Yan are in great hardship, but almost some of them are deserters.

The monkey nodded in response.

"The first point is coarse salt and refined salt workshops. Refined salt workshops are used. He should be very vague and focus on coarse salt."

The monkey clicked his tongue and said in wonder: "It's surprising that those salt farmers actually stole the grain."

Successively, Han Zhen said that there were estimated to be less than 7,000 people in the salt households in Bacun, but only about 8,800 people were present at the moment.

After waiting for a while, before seeing someone arriving, Guangling said loudly: "Where are the foreign ministers of each village?"

Even if I have to work and take care of the food, even if I don’t get paid, I still can’t help but want to farm.

Wen Ying paused and continued: "Going forward, you will build a factory here. Anyone who knows how to make salt can apply to join the factory. They will be paid 800 cash per month and will be responsible for two meals in the morning and evening."

After a while, I raised my head and exclaimed with shining eyes: "Brother Han Qi, who designed that method? It's so ingenious!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's faces suddenly showed a hint of joy.

Guang Ling was also talking nonsense and said straight to the point: "From now on, we will cancel the salt households!"

Guang Ling laughed warmly: "The paper clothes are cheap, and they cost a lot of money. But without the clothes, what will happen if Yanhu runs away?"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Guangling said, taking small steps out of the salt field.

"quiet!"

The treatment given by the Grand Prime Minister was so bad that it made us feel guilty.

Han Zhen shook his head and said simply: "The Grand Prime Minister is a rebel. Who knows when the officers and soldiers will come to kill him? If I lose and the officers and soldiers occupy Wen Ying again, will this land be dug in vain?"

Guangling put his hands behind his back and came to the small door of the Salt Prison.

"yes!"

Wen Ying smiled but spoke.

Guang Ling said as he took out a design drawing from his arms and handed it over.

I am used to seeing the assembly line salt production factory in Dawang Village, which was first withdrawn, and then looking at the salt farm, it was really impressive.

Guang Ling said: "How many days will you stay here? Xiaozhi will tell you a few points."

Guangling's eyes were as bright as fire and he asked: "Are all the salt households in each village here?"

After walking around with a frown on my face, I came to the nearby granary.

It was unimaginable in those previous lives, but it was the norm in ancient times.

The scene behind my eyes was really too absurd.

After complicated cleaning, the strange smell dissipated a lot.

"That……"

The monkey curled his lips, looking disgusted.

If you are poor, you can only benefit yourself; if you are prosperous, you can help heaven.
To be continued...