When everyone began to calm down, Ren Baqian straightened the robe that was almost pulled off, and said to Tong Zhenye: "Although we can make salt, there is still a problem that needs to be paid attention to."
"What's the problem?" Tong Zhenye asked in surprise, he just got good news, and he was afraid that Ren Baqian would say bad news at this time.
"The two water outlets are too far away, so it's still a small problem. Although it consumes a lot of manpower, I, Dayao, can afford it." Ren Baqian pondered for a while and said.
Dayao has a population of thirty million. Even if one person consumes two catties of salt a year, one thousand people is one ton, and ten million people is ten thousand tons. This amount is too large. "Ren Baqian said. This is calculated based on the fact that Dayao's average salt intake is much less than that of normal people on Earth.
The normal intake should be twice what Ren Baqian said.
Ren Baqian just calculated in his mind that the pot of brine just now should have produced three catties of salt, and the proportion of salt produced from the brine was about four percent. That is to say, one hundred catties of brine can produce four catties of salt.
With the strength of the Dayao people, they can carry up to 200 catties of brine at a time and produce 8 catties of salt, or 4 kilograms, when walking on mountain roads.
Leaving aside the problem of the container, just talking about manpower, it takes two days from going to the yellow brine to returning. Even if the place where the salt is boiled is placed between the black brine and the yellow brine, it will take one and a half days.
The same goes for black brine.
Including the rest time, it is actually equivalent to a person who can bring back four kilograms of salt brine in two days, and can produce 1 ton of salt 180 times a year, rain or shine.
Then the manpower needed to transport water is at least 10,000 people.
Adding boiled salt and dried salt, at least 11,000 people are needed.
But in fact, 20,000 people may be needed. After all, transporting brine is actually a hard work.
In addition to making containers, transporting buffalo milk, and transporting ingredients, a total of more than 20,000 people are needed. This is only calculated based on the minimum consumption of two catties of salt consumed by Dayao people a year.
If Dayao's salt production is fully sufficient to meet daily needs, then more manpower will be required, at least 10,000 more people.
Of course, it is acceptable for Dayao to pay this price for salt production.
The problem lies in another point.
"The main problem is that the amount of brine cannot keep up with such a large consumption." Ren Baqian thought for a while. "The black water pool is okay. I paid attention to the place where the yellow brine comes out. It should only flow 20 to 30 tons a day, and the salt production is too little."
The flow rate of 20 to 30 tons is too far from Ren Baqian's requirement, and with the addition of a considerable amount of black brine, only about two tons of salt can be produced. There is no more than 700 tons of salt in a year, which is too little, less than one-tenth of the consumption.
At first, Ren Baqian thought about expanding the area, but after thinking about it, this is not a good way. Because the water flow is small and not in a hurry, it means that it is not just a problem with the exit, but that the distance from the underground to the exit is not long.
"Master Ren has an idea?" Tong Zhenye asked.
"One thing is to dig wells. Since black brine and yellow brine can come out, it means that there is more than one seawater lake that is closed underground. Drilling wells in suitable places can bring the springs closer, save manpower and material resources, and also save water. It can solve the problem of insufficient brine.”
"It's easy to talk about." Tong Zhenye said with a smile. If it was other problems, he would worry about it, but digging a well is not difficult.
"What if it's a few hundred meters deep, or a thousand meters deep?" Ren Baqian asked quietly. And it's not just a well, the location of the seawater lake is too deep, it is difficult to determine the location.
What we can know so far is that it is possible to hit 80% of the vicinity of the two springs.
But the distance is too far, it is difficult to meet Ren Baqian's request.
Ren Baqian did not believe that there was no seawater lake under this mountain.
In the long run, drilling is more suitable.
But this is not something that happens overnight.
We must know that it took a year or even a few years for the earth to drill a well in ancient times.
The ancient people were powerful, but they didn't help much in this matter.
"Let's build a salt factory first. If the yellow brine is not enough, we can use another method of boiling salt with only black brine, although the speed is slower. I just hope that the black water pool can last for a while." Ren Ren Yaqian thought for a long time, somewhat helpless.
The problem I raised by myself, but it is not a matter of overnight to solve this problem.
Even if you drill wells in multiple places at the same time, you may be lucky to have one or two that can be used. But it takes at least a year.
That night, Ren Baqian went back to Earth again, and when he came back, he was surrounded by something that seemed rather strange to others.
The whole body is dark, and the front part is a thin tube, which is longer than Ren Baqian's height.
In addition to this there are several heavy boxes.
"What is this?" Lin Qiaole was a little curious.
"A little preparation, I'll teach Daxia how to behave in a few days." Ren Baqian said confidently, and despised those pickpockets by the way. With a heavy machine gun and ammunition, it took a lot of work to get there.
Although the matter in the salt field has not been resolved yet, he is already preparing to find the empress in a while.
This is the Type 85 12.7mm anti-aircraft machine gun he just acquired from the country with a little effort.
The total length is 2.15 meters, the weight of the gun body is nearly 19 kilograms, and the gun frame is 18 kilograms. The theoretical rate of fire is 650-700 rounds per minute, and the effective range is 1600 meters. It can kill people twice within the range.
Thinking about going to the battlefield with this thing, Ren Baqian was a little excited. When the time comes, he must have someone take a picture of his heroic appearance and leave it to future generations.
He is the legendary Lamboren himself.
In the next two days, Ren Baqian accompanied Tong Zhenye around the Black Water Pool and the yellow brine spring, and found an address that he thought was more suitable for building a salt farm. After the weeds and trees are cut down, it is easier to carry the container and walk.
At the same time, seven or eight locations were selected for drilling wells.
According to Ren Baqian, he has a unique skill in choosing positions.
Anyway, others will rely on blindness when the time comes, so it's better to do it yourself, in case you get caught.
Every night, I explain to the people in the Ministry of Industry the design drawings of Dundrill drilling. Dundrill relies entirely on people stepping on the pedals and uses the principle of leverage to drill wells. Compared with Zhuotsujing, it is more advanced. Good idea.
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"Your Majesty, Dayao's credentials have been sent back."
In the Great Xia Palace, an old man was sitting on a high seat, with two rows of civil and military ministers standing below him.
"Read!" A smile appeared on the old man's face.
Now 500,000 troops have entered Dayao's territory, and a channel has been opened, 200,000 reinforcements have arrived at the border, and there are still 300,000 new troops still training in Daxia's territory.
With an army of one million, his goal is to take down Dayao.
And now the development of the war has reached his initial expectations. After opening the door, Dayao is already like a girl who can be manipulated by others in his eyes.
But Dayao's letter of credence should have been sent before the war started, I don't know what Dayao's little girl wants to say and how she will explain it.
Although no matter what she said, it would be impossible for Daxia to retreat, but listening to her explanation, combined with the current progress of the war, can be fun.
Emperor Xia Jing, Xia Jiulong, sat on the high chair, full of ambition.
The minister below also had a hint of a smile on his face.