The fat people and animals in Tian Bangzhou seem to be harmless, but how can a rich man who dares to open a gambling shop in Yuzhou be an honest man? Therefore, although Zhao Yi knows this well these days, although he has used the guise of making salt to decorate the uncle Tian's house these days, his life is also like walking on thin ice.
Ever since the uneatable brine came out of the first pot, he knew that Wu Zheng had left a hand when he boiled the salt in front of his face.
It's a pity that I was deceived by the color of the brine. If I dipped my finger and tasted it, the result might not be what it is now.
Now the small courtyard where Zhao Yi is located has been surrounded by the housekeeper called Lao Feng. He said that the secret recipe for making salt is not to be remembered by anyone who is interested. But Zhao Yi knows that this is the Tian family’s house arrest, or that they have now. I no longer have any hope that I can produce qualified refined salt.
Maybe the nursing homes outside would rush in and tie themselves up and beat them up. Why did I think I had the ability to make salt from the Tian family so much, so the advantage of this surname Tian is so easy to take advantage of? If he doesn't beat himself half to death, can he swallow this nasty breath
In fact, Zhao Yi didn't think about fleeing, but this Tian family was next to the Cishi Mansion. If he made a lot of noise here, he would be dead if he disturbed the people in the Cishi Mansion.
Another pot of brine was boiled dry. Zhao Yi weakly grabbed the salt grains on the bottom of the pot, dipped a bit with his finger and tasted it. As a result, the bitterness in the salt made Zhao Yi spit a few mouthfuls fiercely.
Zhao Yi couldn't understand why these salt grains, which look like snowflakes, are so beautiful that they can't be eaten? What is the surname Wu hiding from himself
Zhao Yi slapped a spoon in the pot, looking angry and depressed, and almost squatted with his head and wept bitterly.
"I said that Zhao Da is the master. Isn't this pot of salt unfinished?"
Lao Feng’s yin and yang strange sound made Zhao Yi squatting on the ground shocked, and his bitter expression instantly calmed down, and then pretended to stand up and clapped his hands: “Don’t worry, I’ve found the trick. The salt that comes out is much better than last time. Is there any silk? It's useful to bring some over."
The old man asked in surprise: "What do you want silk and satin for?"
Zhao Yixiong smiled and said: "This is used to filter the gaps of linen cloth too thin, so there is always some unclean thing leaking through. If we can use denser silk to spread a few more layers, it should be no problem."
"Silk is not cheap!" Lao Feng sighed.
Zhao Yi smiled and said: "Silk is not cheap, but what can I do? Your master wants refined salt. If you don't take out the silk and satin, Zhao is also a clever woman who can't cook without rice!"
"Unexpectedly, Master Zhao is so knowledgeable, he actually knows that clever women can hardly cook without rice."
"Huh! Don't play spoilers with me. If you can't bear the thickness of silk, then this matter of boiled salt will end here, and Zhao will say goodbye!"
After finishing talking, Zhao Yi got wind under his feet to the door, but was blocked by two fierce-looking nursing homes that flashed in outside the meeting.
Lao Feng turned around and laughed: "You want to leave before the salt is boiled out of Master Zhao. This is not suitable, right?"
Zhao Yi said with a cold face: "It's not that Zhao, I can't do anything, but you guys make things difficult at all times and make me unable to perform."
Lao Feng's face twitched. It is true that he is a servant, but in this Yuzhou city, who wouldn't call him a housekeeper? What kind of green onion, Zhao Yi, this dog, dare to call himself off in front of him. Row! No matter if you can make the salt today, if you can't make it, Lao Tzu will definitely make you regret coming to this world.
"You want silk?" Feng butler sneered.
Seeing Feng butler who is not smiling, Zhao Yi also regrets now. Why did he call him to be a servant, like Feng butler, who is used to the head of the servant, how can he remember that he is also a servant? , Now that I mentioned it like this, isn’t it revealing the scars and sprinkling a handful of salt on it
But now that the words have been said, it is difficult to ride a tiger. I can only hope that this time I can use silk, otherwise I will offend this little man and still have his own good fruits
Zhao Yi bit the bullet and said, "Yes, I want silk. I want good silk."
Feng the housekeeper beckoned outwards and said in a deep voice, "Go to the warehouse and bring a piece of Shu brocade to our master Zhao."
Soon a beautiful Shu brocade was placed in Zhao... (End of this chapter)