A month later, another sweet potato factory was added to the industrial park in the southern suburbs of Xianyang.
Tens of thousands of sweet potatoes go through layers of processes such as grinding, filtering, sedimentation, and drying, turning into snow-white and delicate starch. Some of them are packaged in bags, while the other part is further processed into vermicelli.
Pork, cabbage and vermicelli stew has also become a delicacy in factory and academy canteens, and is often sold out early.
In the academy cafeteria, a group of people from Han Xin's dormitory were sitting around a wooden table and feasting on their food.
"This pork, cabbage and vermicelli stew is so delicious!"
Han Xin picked up a piece of chewy vermicelli with chopsticks, took a bite, and praised while chewing.
Wang Li on the left was also slurping the vermicelli. The soft and chewy texture seemed to dance between his lips and teeth.
He came from a family of military generals and was a generous and magnanimous person. He did not look down on his three roommates who came from ordinary backgrounds, so he also echoed Han Xin loudly.
"Brother Han is right. It's as good as any delicacies I've eaten before."
Just when the atmosphere was joyful, a sarcastic voice was heard.
"Haha, it seems you haven't eaten anything good either."
"you!"
Wang Li put down his chopsticks and glared at Xiang Yu with disdain, wishing he could fight him again.
Is Ji Yu mentally ill? Ever since he learned his name, he has been targeting him openly and covertly, and even provoking him from time to time.
Later he even challenged him to a duel. At first, Wang Li relied on his martial arts training since childhood and was careless for a moment, and was defeated by the boy's natural strength.
I was completely embarrassed in public.
When Wang Li returned home, he was scolded by his grandfather and father. He felt really wronged. He didn't dig up the boy's ancestral grave, but they humiliated him like this.
"Alright, alright, we're all classmates, why are we so confrontational?"
"Yeah, yeah, we're all brothers, don't be so angry."
Han Xin swallowed the vermicelli in his mouth and agreed with Zhang Liang to smooth things over. The two looked at each other and smiled bitterly, but still tried their best to persuade each other.
After all, if the two of them really fought in the cafeteria, they would definitely be scolded by the academic affairs teacher and might even have their credits deducted.
For the sake of the other two people, Wang Li glared at Xiang Yu, snorted coldly, quickly finished the rice in the bowl, and stood up and left.
However, the troublemaker Xiang Yu continued to eat leisurely as if nothing had happened.
Seeing that the situation had calmed down, Zhang Liang also picked up his chopsticks to eat. His manners were extremely elegant, which formed a sharp contrast with Han Xin's bold eating habits.
"Hey, Brother Liang, when do you think Brother Xiao will return to the academy?"
"Brother Xiao is the Prince's tutor and also holds the position of doctor. I'm afraid he's very busy."
"Too……"
"Never mind. This is what Brother Xiao wants. I should be happy for him."
Han Xin cleared his plate and let out a long sigh.
To him, Xiao He was not a brother but better than an older brother. He not only encouraged him when he was lost, but also led him out of the sea of suffering and brought him to the academy where he could display his talents.
Now that Brother Xiao has been appreciated by His Majesty at the age of adulthood and is able to realize his ambitions, Han Xin is sincerely happy for him.
Then he thought of something and Han Xin went up to Zhang Liang and asked quietly.
"Has the Queen given you anything?"
"No, it just lets me concentrate on studying and wait for the time to come."
Zhang Liang looked calm, without a trace of resentment.
Now that the world is at peace and the people are living in peace, he prefers the life in the academy where he recites poems in spring and plays the zither in summer and studies the art of war rather than being an official.
Hearing this, Han Xin's face lit up with joy.
Fortunately, Brother Liang was able to accompany him, otherwise he would have felt suffocated without anyone to talk to in the dormitory.
As for Wang Li and Xiang Yu, one always felt that there was a barrier between him and them, while the other had a hot temper and was arrogant, so they really couldn't get along.
While other students were enjoying their meal, a few students from the business school persisted with their food still rumbling in hunger.
When they saw the fine salt in the cup, as fine as sand and as white as snow, they instantly hugged each other excitedly and cheered.
After these two months, they almost thought they were students of the engineering college. What was the difference between such a complicated refining process and researching gunpowder?
Fortunately, God did not let their efforts go to waste, and they finally succeeded in obtaining salt as white as sand and as soft as snow.
By the afternoon, Ying Zheng received the refined salt.
Looking at the fine-grained, pure-white salt like snow, a strange color flashed in Ying Zheng's eyes.
The salt of Daqin is mainly produced from the salt wells in Shu County. It is green in color. Only sea salt is white, but it is not as fine and white as this one.
"A Zheng, let me try it."
Chu Yuening squeezed next to the man, dipped her index finger in some fine salt and put it into her mouth. The pure salty taste spread, without any bitterness at all.
Because he had already tried the poison, Ying Zheng allowed the woman to taste it. Seeing that she looked satisfied, he also took a little to try it. After a few breaths, he nodded in affirmation.
"It's indeed cleaner and purer than the previous salt."
“Because all the impurities inside have been removed~”
As Chu Yuening spoke, she delicately extended her fingers to the man to wipe them dry.
Ying Zheng held her fair wrist indulgently and wiped each of her slender fingers slowly and methodically.
"A Zheng, why not build a salt factory and sell it to the supply and marketing cooperative?"
Although the salt and iron industries in the Qin Dynasty were state-run and salt and iron officials were established, they still mainly relied on big businessmen for management, which was similar to the contracting system.
After the merchants monopolized the business and made huge profits, the imperial court levied heavy taxes, leaving only a small portion of the profits for the merchants.
But no matter what, what is being squeezed is the blood and sweat of the people of the world.
Chu Yuening's proposal made Ying Zheng's expression slightly moved, his eyes became deep and bright, and after only a few moments of thought, he agreed.
"That's feasible. The national treasury is now full, so there's no need to let the people go without salt."
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