A bucket of brine fell, and half a day later, the bottom of the filter bucket began to drip slowly. Looking at the brine under the bucket, which was obviously several times smaller than before, Zhao Yi's heart broke out with immense confidence again.
Looking back at Feng Butler, who was drinking tea under the rain corridor, Zhao Yi was like a monkey with his tail up to the sky. Unfortunately, Feng Feng didn't even look at him at all, just bowed his head and quietly sipped tea.
Zhao Yi snorted and walked over, but the butler who was drinking tea asked, "Why didn't you stare at the pot?"
Zhao Yi laughed, and the other bowl of tea on the case desk was sitting opposite the steward, and he said with confidence: "What is there to watch? If this pot still won't work today, I will take off my head and give it to you. The ball kicks."
Every butler scratched the tea bowl and smiled slightly: "I hope so, we must know that the brocade you just used, our master, has collected a lot of money for many years. If you ruin it today, a head... Hey! But it's not enough to pay for it. ."
"Puff..."
The tea that Zhao Yi just drank in his mouth spurted out in an instant, and he held the tea bowl with both hands and said, "What did you just say? That piece of silk is worth a thousand dollars?"
The housekeeper collapsed his eyes and said: "Yes, that Shu brocade is made by a famous master. You can see how exquisite it is. Our eldest lady has been arguing with the master for many years, and it’s nothing to use that material to make a bellyband master. , Now it’s all in your distress, do you think your head is enough to pay for it?"
When I heard that the Shu brocade is so precious, Zhao Yi was still thinking about drinking tea and stood up and said, "Why didn't you say it earlier?"
"Said it earlier? Didn't you ask me to get you the best silk? The old man even brought you the Shu Mian that the master locked in the study. I hope that you will not let me down if you are in charge of Zhao Da, otherwise..."
Before the housekeeper finished speaking, Zhao Yi left the tea bowl and ran back to the big stove. He kicked the salt-boiled nursing home and took care of himself.
As the brine gradually evaporated, circles of white salt particles slowly appeared on the edge of the pot.
Bai, very white, is whiter than all the brine salt he has been through before, and there is no slag grain that is better than the snow on the top of the mountain. Zhao Yi is finally relieved to see such good salt.
Waiting for the brine at the bottom of the pot to dry completely, Zhao Yi immediately poke a bit of salt with his finger and put it in his mouth without being too hot in the pot, but he was dumbfounded.
Seeing Zhao Yi standing in front of the pot like an ice sculpture, the housekeeper can't help but stretch his neck at this moment. Is it done or not
Regardless of personal grievances, when the housekeeper arrives, I really hope that Zhao Yi can succeed this time, because the business under the name of the white man has reached a bottleneck. There are two ways to break through this bottleneck. One is Get official status and take off the merchant's hat.
The second is to rely on the powerful and use the shelter of the powerful to expand the business.
But relying on the rich and powerful is a lower strategy that can only be thought of when you have to, and owning an official is the best strategy. Therefore, today's Tian family needs this salt contribution very much.
And as the saying goes, big rivers are full and small rivers are full. Wouldn't it be profitable for the owner to develop his own housekeeper
It’s just this Zhao Yi... thinking that the housekeeper had to put down the tea bowl and walked over, he ignored Zhao Yi who had been silly, but saw that the salt in the pot was indeed much whiter than before, so he pointed to the nursing house beside him. Pointing to the refined salt in the pot, the nursing home scooped it up with a large spoon.
When the housekeeper dipped his finger and put it in his mouth, his brows instantly frowned, and he spat fiercely. He grabbed the salt spoon in the nursing home and said to Zhao Yi: "This is the refined salt you promised to make. ?"
When the housekeeper's angry shout also made Zhao Yi woke up instantly, he knew that he was finished, completely finished, this time not only did not boil the salt, but the priceless Shu brocade was ruined by himself.
Zhao Yi, sweating profusely, said quickly: "Every housekeeper, listen to my explanation..."
"Explain a fart!" Feng steward slammed the salt spoon in his hand to the ground, and said to the nursing house beside him: "Tie this dog to me!"
Zhao Yi was startled and looked at the yard full of evil intentions. As the third master of Shenmuzhai, his own name can also be ranked among the green forests. How can such a person be willing to fight with his hands.
Before the Tian family's nursery rushed up, he jumped onto the roof in an instant and wanted to escape, but it was a pity that he didn't wait for him to start flying the eaves again... (End of this chapter)