Upon learning that Song Yanqing also owned salt fields, Lu Qiqi wanted to use them to produce a batch of fine salt to compete with the coarse salt sold by the salt merchants.
She said, "Since you also have salt fields in the border town, why don't I write down the recipe for making fine salt and have my people refine it and sell it?"
While this method isn't as straightforward as having wealthy businessmen donate money directly, it's a quick way to turn money into cash.
Once they have the money, they can buy grain from neighboring countries and annihilate the Tatars!
This time, Song Yanqing didn't pour cold water on the idea at all. He hesitated for a moment before saying, "The matter of fine salt is feasible, but we can't have too high hopes for it."
Although he was optimistic about the recipe, he did not place his hopes on the fine salt.
Unable to leave the city gates at the moment, they only had a limited quantity of salt that had been dried before the war began.
Even with the production of fine salt, it was difficult to deter wealthy merchants in the border town from selling coarse salt.
After all, when there is a shortage of currency in the market, one can only make do.
So, to the unsuspecting wealthy, producing fine salt would be nothing more than a fleeting phenomenon, something that couldn't be mass-produced.
To achieve our goal, these methods alone are probably insufficient.
Lu Qiqi didn't know what Song Yanqing was thinking. She handed the recipe to An Yi and said, "I'll go with you. The process of making fine salt is complicated, and I can solve the parts that I don't understand."
An Yi took the fine salt prescription and left the commander's tent to wait for Lu Qiqi.
He recalled the Crown Prince mentioning his businesses earlier, and his breath seemed to freeze for a moment.
Unexpectedly, the two have progressed so quickly. The Crown Prince has already reported on his family business. How long will it be before they start calling each other Crown Princess?
After Lu Qiqi left the camp, the two rode to Song Yanqing's salt field.
When they arrived at their destination, it was Lu Qiqi's turn to be speechless.
Song Yanqing's saltworks were not ordinary workshops, but rather resembled large-scale factories.
Inside the huge warehouse, the workers, dressed in matching uniforms, rolled up their sleeves and got to work.
Boiling salt and frying salt work together perfectly.
This reminded Lu Qiqi of Yunbian Winery, whose production model seemed to be very similar to that of the saltworks.
Before she could think any further, An Yi pointed in a direction and said, "Village Chief, this way please."
Upon hearing this, Lu Qiqi followed him to the room outside the warehouse.
The room seemed to be a place specifically for bookkeeping, with several ledgers on the table, and several people with their heads down, copying something.
A middle-aged man saw An Yi and quickly came to greet him.
He first bowed to An Yi, then looked at Lu Qiqi, unsure of how to address her, and then looked at An Yi, hoping he could introduce them.
"This is the head of Kang Le Township."
After being informed by An Yi, the man bowed to Lu Qiqi and said, "Greetings, Lady Kang Le. I am the manager of the salt field, and my surname is Fang."
"What brings you two here?"
There are many people here, and if this gets leaked, wouldn't all our efforts be for nothing?
The production of fine salt should not be allowed to benefit outsiders.
Lu Qiqi said, "This is not the place to talk. Please find another place, Steward Fang."
Upon hearing this, Manager Fang's smile vanished instantly, and he looked up at An Yi.
An Yi then explained to Lu Qiqi, "The people inside the house are all members of the Shadow Guard, and the people in this salt field are all servants who have signed death contracts. The village head can just do it without worry and doesn't need to hold back."
After hearing his explanation, Lu Qiqi couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "As expected, he comes from a wealthy and powerful family."
Lu Qiqi handed the recipe for making fine salt to Manager Fang, and after he raised several questions, she provided solutions to them all.
In this way, there are still some minor details that we haven't paid attention to at the moment, but they shouldn't pose a significant obstacle during the production process.
Manager Fang held the prescription as if it were a priceless treasure, hiding it close to his chest. To put his mind at ease, he patted his chest three times before finally letting out a sigh of relief.
He had previously heard that Yunbian Winery had acquired some kind of purification method, which made him so envious that he couldn't sleep.
Now that the head of Kang Le Township has sent him the method for making fine salt, he is overjoyed and wishes he could climb onto the roof and shout a couple of times to vent his excitement.
This Kang Le Township Lord is truly a god of wealth!
A thin piece of paper, and in the future, it will become an immeasurable fortune.
Salt is an indispensable item in every household, and its indispensability establishes its value.
Lu Qiqi watched him smile as if he had married a new bride, and did not disturb him as he arranged for people to work.
Instead, he had An Yi take him around the salt field to look at it.
Lu Qiqi watched the worker stir the crystals in the pot and asked An Yi, "Song Yanqing's salt field is quite large. Are the two large factories I saw on horseback earlier also his salt field?"
An Yi lowered his eyes, avoiding looking at Lu Qiqi; he didn't even know how to answer.
These are all properties under the Crown Prince's name. Does this mean that he learned about his husband's family's properties before getting married?
He had never seen a woman in history ask such questions before getting married!
"Is it hard to answer?" Lu Qiqi muttered to herself.
Although a waiter was stirring the pot with a spatula, her voice still reached An Yi's ears.
Then, An Yi closed his eyes, steeled his resolve, and said, "They are all the young master's salt fields."
When Lu Qiqi noticed that An Yi's expression had changed slightly, unlike his usual serious face, she felt that he was acting strangely. After that, she stopped asking questions out of curiosity, so as not to find out anything that would make things difficult for An Yi.
......
Just three days later, Lu Qiqi received the fine salt delivered from the salt field. Its texture was as fine and soft as white sugar, which was quite good.
If you take it and sell it, you can definitely quickly gain a foothold in the market.
Holding fine salt, she walked lightly into the commander's tent.
I wanted to tell Song Yanqing this first piece of good news.
"Song Yanqing, you did it!"
The guard lifted the tent flap, and Lu Qiqi, carrying a bamboo jar, walked towards the tent while calling out to the tent.
When she saw the people in front of her clearly, she stopped abruptly, and her smile froze on her face.
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