Upon hearing this, Han Zhen ordered to the three carpenters: "Improve the roller, followed by the hand-crank blower I just mentioned. You can go back and study it yourself. If anyone makes it first, you can ask me to get a reward of five jin!"

Five-spoke reward?

In an instant, the eyes of the three carpenters lit up, and then they looked at their colleagues beside them vigilantly.

Seeing this, Han Zhen smiled slightly and turned around and walked towards the house.

Lying flat?

Roll it up for me!

Han Zhen never underestimated the wisdom of the ancients. They were just limited and had vision.

So they just need to provide a little inspiration and direction and they can tinker with it themselves.

...

Back at the house, Ma Sangou and others were unloading the goods.

As the baskets of copper coins were moved from the ox cart, Cook Shen and others were full of excitement.

After a few greetings with Uncle Fu, he led him all the way to the study room in the backyard.

Uncle Fu picked up the teacup and took a sip, then said, "Young man, the ox and donkey have been delivered, and the money for purchasing these livestock has been deducted from the payment for the goods."

"What I want is ten oxen and twenty donkeys." Han Zhen gently tapped the table.

Uncle Fu shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Young man also needs to understand my difficulties. There are too many ten oxen plowing oxen, so I can only give you five at most. The remaining oxen and donkeys will be delivered in batches."

"Five heads will be five heads."

Han Zhen smiled slightly, not too much trouble on this matter.

As long as you open this head, you are afraid that you won’t be able to buy it in the future?

Many things are like this, only zero times and countless times.

"Thank you, my husband, for your understanding."

Uncle Fu smiled and bowed, thinking that Han Er's personality is pretty good and not difficult to get along with.

"In the future, the payment will be paid at a time, and the raw materials will be delivered with the payment. The mountains are high and the roads are far away, so the father-in-law will not suffer from the pain."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Fu asked, "I wonder what raw materials are needed for the little husband?"

Han Zhen reported: "Sand sugar, coarse salt, pig iron, saltpeter, sulfur!"

It is understandable that saltpeter and sulfur should be the secret recipe for refining refined salt.

But pig iron...

Seeing that Fu Bo's eyes were strange, Han Zhen asked knowingly: "What are your doubts about me?"

"The other materials are easy to work with. I wonder how much pig iron is needed for Xiao Langjun?"

"It's only 200 kilograms per time."

Pig iron was strictly controlled by the government, so Han Zhen did not dare to ask for it too much. Not to mention whether County Magistrate Chang would agree to it, even if he agreed, he would not be able to do so.

Although it is only 200 kilograms each time, it is better to have a long flow of water.

When Uncle Fu was hearing this number, he couldn't help but feel relieved. He was afraid that Han Zhen and Lion would speak loudly and say a thousand pounds.

In the Northern Song Dynasty, there were not only private salt, but also private iron.

But unlike private salt, private iron is secretly sold by officials from various subway prisons.

Two hundred kilograms of pig iron are relatively easy to get and will not attract attention.

After the negotiations were completed, Han Zhen was in a good mood and stood up and said, "Brother-in-law, come and see the goods."

"Can I trust my husband?"

After saying that, Uncle Fu had already stood up.

The two of them came to the small warehouse. Han Zhen pointed to the white sugar and salt packed in sacks and said, "Everyone is here, let's take a look."

Uncle Fu walked forward and opened a smaller cloth bag.

The white frosting is soft as pink as white. It stretches out your fingers and twists a small pinch into your mouth.

A sweetness suddenly spread out on the tip of his tongue.

A trace of enjoyment flashed in Fu Bo's eyes, and then nodded with satisfaction.

Seeing this scene, Han Zhen looked a little weird.

The dark room, two men, a bag of white powder...

In a trance, I felt a sense of disorganization of the poisoning dealings in later movies.

Uncle Fu checked it very carefully and took out every bag of fine salt and tasted it himself.

After all, in this transaction, County Magistrate Chang had all his wealth.

After all the tests were tested, Fu Bo smiled with satisfaction and said, "Young man is so lucky. With this skill of turning stones into gold, I am afraid that future generations will not have to worry about the descendants."

Han Zhen said modestly: "Just make some hard money."

At this moment, Uncle Fu seemed to remember something and suddenly said, "By the way, I heard a message when I came. A few days ago, a bandit Han Er rushed into the county government office and killed the officials to rebel."

Han Zhen's expression remained unchanged, and he waited for the following text with a smile.

"Han Er has now escaped into the mountains, so the little man must be careful."

Uncle Fu said while observing Han Zhen's expression.

Seeing that he looked calm from beginning to end, he couldn't help but think in his heart that he underestimated this son as his own Alang said.

Han Zhen smiled slightly: "Thank you for your reminder."

The other party's words were very obvious. The bandit leader who killed the rebels had fled into the mountains, and Xiaowang Village was still the same Xiaowang Village.

Han Er killed the official and rebelled. What is the relationship between him and Han Zhen?
Chapter completed!