Wei and Jin Cooks

  Chapter 992 Salt

  Zhao Kuan stood quietly.

  Fu Tinghan understood at a glance, "You can't find a craftsman?"

   Zhao Kuan sighed and said, "Shang Shu, it's not that I evade, but that I really can't find it."

  Anything in Qingzhou is more important than studying the method of drying salt. It is not that there is no salt in Dajin, but it is more expensive. He thinks he can start later.

  However, Fu Tinghan came here in person, and given how much the general valued him, this Yanzheng might have a different story.

  Zhao Kuan thought about the people he could use now in his mind, and said: "I asked people to look for craftsmen who can cook salt in various counties."

  Currently, salinized cooking is still the main source of salt in various places.

  However, there is also a skill in boiling salt. It is not enough to fill the pot with water and just turn on the fire, so they have to find a technician.

  Of course, cooking salt is not difficult for Fu Tinghan, but now time is tight, he really doesn't want to find new people to teach them one by one.

  However, people in various states are now wandering around due to war disasters, and most of the recorded artisans are not in their original places, so it is really not easy to find them.

  Fu Tinghan thought for a while and said: "Craftsman, you are looking for it temporarily, and then find me a hundred trustworthy and strong young people. I will teach them how to cook and dry salt."

  Zhao Kuan responded, but expressed doubts about the method Fu Tinghan wrote on the paper, "Shang Shu, can sea water really produce salt?"

   Soon, the two salt cookers Zhao Kuan found gave him an answer, saying: "It is true that sea water can produce salt, but the salt cannot be eaten, and it will kill people if eaten."

  Of course, they didn’t die immediately, but they lived by the sea for generations, and their ancestors occasionally found white grains on the beach under the sun, and they knew it was salt.

  So the ancestors secretly tried sea salt, but the salt was very bitter, hard to swallow, and would be poisoned and died after a period of time.

   So they refuse to dry the salt.

  However, Fu Tinghan insisted on drying the salt.

   Craftsman and Fu Tinghan, Zhao Kuan naturally believed in Fu Tinghan, so he directly handed over the two craftsmen he had finally found to Fu Tinghan, and the hundred young men selected.

  Fu Tinghan took them to live in a small abandoned fishing village by the sea. It is very convenient here. Not only is the beach flat and open, but Gwangju is next door.

  Sun Linghui heard that Fu Tinghan had arrived, so he immediately selected a hundred young men and brought them to him.

   Regardless of whether the method of drying salt works or not, it is always right to leave it to Fu Tinghan to learn from him.

  What Qingzhou has, she also wants to have it in Guangzhou.

  Seeing that Sun Linghui led people directly across the border to Qingzhou, and asked Fu Tinghan to open a few salt fields in the next tidal flat for experimentation, Zhao Kuan couldn't help but said: "Inspector Sun, why are you so anxious, the horoscope of salt drying hasn't been written yet."

  Sun Linghui smiled, "I never doubted Fu Shangshu's ability."

  Zhao Kuan glanced at Fu Tinghan, whose mouth was slightly raised, and cursed inwardly as a "sycophant", and immediately said, "Sister-in-law, I also believe you."

  The corners of Fu Tinghan's mouth curved even higher, and there was even a smile between his brows and eyes, "I still need something, and the two governors will help me find it."

He is also very fair. One person gave them a piece of paper, and the content on the paper was still the same. They took a look, and it was the same as the prescription they got when they left Chen County. It asked for all kinds of weird things, such as Barite, this thing is not uncommon at the seaside, you can find a large piece of it among the rocks in the shallow sea.

  Fu Tinghan said: "These things are not expensive, and we will need a lot in the future, so the more the better."

  Zhao Kuan and Sun Linghui looked at each other and nodded in response.

   So busy, Fu Tinghan's coming here not only did not reduce their workload, but increased it instead.

  The two sadly went down to make arrangements.

  Fu Tinghan began to lead people to build salt fields.

  He took people to walk all over this river beach. In order to increase the contact area between salt water and air, increase the evaporation area, and strengthen evaporation, Fu Tinghan also arranged it in each salt field.

  In order to prevent future disputes between Qingzhou and Gwangju, he treated them equally. The 100 people they sent each worked on their own tidal flats, and even the number of tidal flats developed was the same.

  At this time, it is actually not very suitable for drying salt. After all, the weather is getting colder. Fu Tinghan also knows that he still focuses on research here.

  Fu Tinghan led the young men to dig out the trench. When the tide is high, the seawater will pour into the trench, opening the gate of the salt field, and the seawater in the trench will flow into the salt field.

Qingzhou and Gwangju have less rain, more sunshine and strong wind, so even if the temperature is slightly lower at this time, the sea water is still evaporating rapidly under the sunlight and wind blowing, especially Fu Tinghan also made people stir regularly to increase the salt water The contact area with the air evaporates faster.

The brine from the field in the first area is put into the second area. When drying in the second area, the first area is flattened again and put in salt water. When the brine in the second area evaporates and becomes thicker, it is put into the third area, and then the sea salt is dried for the second time. Enter the second district...

   As a result, none of the 100 people given by the two sides would be idle. The speed was very fast, and gray-white and gray-yellow crystals were precipitated in the salt fields.

   Zhao Kuan heard about it and ran over to see him. He hadn't seen him in the past twenty days, but he had lost some weight, and his beard covered half of his face, making him look even darker.

  Although Fu Tinghan was also black, at least he didn't make himself so acquainted that he almost couldn't recognize him.

  Zhao Kuan squatted by the field, grabbed a handful of sea salt that had been piled up into a hill, and asked, "Is this all right?"

  Fu Tinghan glanced at him and said: "Not yet, this is coarse salt, I need to dissolve and filter impurities."

  Fu Tinghan uses two methods to filter the coarse salt, one is to dissolve the coarse salt with a proportioned material and then filter it to dry out the salt, the other is to dissolve it in water, stir it and filter it, and then precipitate the sea salt.

  He wants to see which method is faster and better, and maybe a combination of the two at that time.

  Zhao Kuan looked at the rough salt piled up like hills in various salt fields, and was amazed, "If the salt dried out like this is really edible, the price of salt in the future..." Wouldn't it be a diving price?

  Zhao Kuan's heart trembled, feeling that the world was going to change drastically.

   And Qingzhou and Gwangju may be in a whirlpool.

  Zhao Kuan patted the salt off his hand, and said to Fu Tinghan with a serious face: "Shang Shu, just tell me what you need in the future, as long as I can find it, I will find it for you."

   "Should I send you another 200 people? I think there are not enough people in this salt field. The sea water is the same in such a large area over there, so it should be able to produce salt."

  Fu Tinghan can even make colored glaze, isn't drying salt easier than making colored glaze?

  Zhao Kuan felt that his confidence in him was not strong enough before, and he could definitely be bigger.

   "If two hundred people are not enough, I will recruit more for you, as many as you want."

  Fu Tinghan asked: "We are two days in arrears with food and grass. Can you afford another two hundred people?"

  Zhao Kuan wiped his face, and said: "I'll send someone to bring you food and grass, and those who make up the food and grass will also make up for it."

   He gritted his teeth, the big deal, he sold some things and bought some food from passing merchants.

I finished this chapter with difficulty. I don’t know if it’s a cold or something. I’m dizzy today, my throat hurts, my eyes are sore, and my back hurts, so I want to take two days off and wait and see what happens. I really can’t write when I’m dizzy what

  (end of this chapter)