"Young Master! Fortunately, I'm not humiliating my fate!"

As soon as Chen Ping entered the door, he smiled and bowed to Zhao Kun.

Zhao Kun also smiled and replied with a greeting, and praised: "It's good, let's have a good meal later."

Chen Ping: “………”

Ying Zheng: “………”

Both of them were speechless and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

However, Zhao Kun soon broke the embarrassment and introduced to Ying Zheng: "Entertainment Father, this is Xiao Chen."

""Encyclopedia of the adoptive father?"

"Xiao Chen?"

Chen Ping and Ying Zheng were stunned at the same time.

What Ying Zheng thought was that these two boys were quite close, no wonder Zhao Kun gave such an important task to Chen Ping.

This Chen Ping... probably didn't find himself?

What Chen Ping thought was, how could the young master have an adopted father? Is this person related to the First Emperor?

But why does this person look familiar?

Just as the two were thinking about it, Zhao Kun moved two stools and placed them next to Ying Zheng's table. While signaling Chen Ping to sit down, he made tea for him.

Seeing this, Ying Zheng frowned. This was the first time he was on an equal footing with others. He was a little uncomfortable, but he couldn't help but ask curiously: "The next plan you mentioned is related to Xiao Chen?"

Zhao Kun made a cup of tea and handed it to Ying Zheng, and then made another cup of tea and handed it to Chen Ping. Then he picked up the tea cup and took a sip, shook his head and said, "My next plan is not related to Xiao Chen, but only to him."

"What do you want me to accomplish?" Chen Ping tilted his head and asked curiously.

"Do you remember what I told you before?"

"Young Master refers to the magistrate of Pinyang County?"

"good!"

Zhao Kun nodded and said, "You have completed the task, I will let you be the magistrate of Pinyang County. The plan is going well now, and it is only one last step away."

"The last step?"

Ying Zheng frowned: "What is the one step you said?"

"Of course we meet the First Emperor!"

Ying Zheng: “………”

Chen Ping: “………”

Both of them looked at each other without saying a word.

But Zhao Kun said again: "As long as you see the First Emperor, the task will be completed."

As he said that, he took out a bag from his waist and handed it to Chen Ping.

Chen Ping took the bag with confusion on his face, then opened it carefully, and suddenly found that there were grains of white sand inside, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

Seeing that Chen Ping had no next move, Ying Zheng also looked curiously and asked, "What is this?"

"You'll know if you try it."

Zhao Kun smiled on his face and raised his hand to Ying Zheng to signal.

Ying Zheng hesitated for a moment, thinking that his son would not be able to poison his father again, so he reached out to pinch a handful of his hand in the bag and put it in his mouth.

As soon as I put it in my mouth, a salty smell suddenly rushes into my taste buds.

Ying Zheng was a little stunned. After two or three seconds, he looked at Zhao Kun with an incredible look on his face: "This... is salt?"

Salt?

When Chen Ping heard this, his eyes widened and showed a surprised expression.

He never expected that the snow-like sand in this bag was actually salt!

How is this possible? How can salt be so white!

Before the Qin State unified the six countries, it used well salt, but well salt was bitter and astringent, and most of it was poisonous.

So after unifying the six kingdoms, they began to dry salt by the sea.

But neither well salt nor sea salt is purer than this fine salt.

Thinking of this, Chen Ping also imitated Ying Zheng's appearance and pinched a pinch of salt and put it in his mouth.

It would be fine if I didn't taste it, but I was shocked when I tasted it.

Such delicious salt may not even reach this purity even the fine salt consumed by the First Emperor.

Moreover, the refined salt is extracted from sea salt, and it is always mixed with a little fishy smell.

Therefore, after Ying Zheng tasted Zhao Kun's salt, he felt it was very obvious.

Relieving his emotions, Ying Zheng looked at the fine salt in the bag and stared at Zhao Kun: "Where did you get this salt?"

"Of course I trained it!"

Zhao Kun smiled and said, "The salt outside the palace is astringent and unpalatable. I can't get used to it, so I refined some by myself."

Hearing this, Ying Zheng and Chen Ping were stunned.

This guy can actually make salt? This is so amazing!

Although they all admitted that Zhao Kun was very capable, they didn't expect him to be so capable.

After all, a person's energy is limited, how can he do everything?

You should know that there were special government researches in the Qin Dynasty. Not to mention making salt, eating salt became a problem.

But even if there is a special government research, it is still impossible to make delicious salt.

Therefore, how strong Zhao Kun is in making salt alone can draw a conclusion without thinking too much about Ying Zheng and Chen Ping.

It's so scary!

After hesitating for a moment, Ying Zheng looked at Zhao Kun with a serious look on his face: "Kun'er, do you know what this means?"

"I know!"

Zhao Kun grinned and said confidently: "It means that Xiao Chen can take up the post of magistrate of Pinyang County."

boom--

When Ying Zheng heard this, he felt like he was struck by lightning, and his head was buzzing.

How could this kid treat me like this?

He actually plays a conspiracy with me?

puff--

Chen Ping sprayed a mouthful of tea directly on Zhao Kun.

He also realized that this was a cruel plot!

Because the method of salt making is really important to the Qin Dynasty, as long as the method of salt making is thrown out, the Qin Dynasty will surely win it.

In this way, the initiative is in your own hands.

"Damn!"

Zhao Kun was sprayed with water by Chen Ping, and immediately stood up and complained to him: "Are you an elephant? Why do you spray water while drinking?"

"Sorry, young master!"

As soon as Chen Ping sprayed out the tea, he felt something was wrong. While standing up and wiping Zhao Kun, he explained: "The tea is a little hot, I can't help it..."

"Okay, okay!"

Seeing Chen Ping leaning over in a hurry, Zhao Kun hurriedly avoided, then wiped his sleeves and said, "I'm fine, you go and sit down!"

"I... this... that... sorry, young master!" Chen Ping stammered and then looked at Ying Zheng.

But when Ying Zheng looked at Zhao Kun with a complicated face, he never expected that Zhao Kun's plan would be salt.

With this method of making salt, not to mention the mere magistrate of Pinyang County, it is possible to even be granted a title of marquis and ministers.

If potatoes and sweet potatoes are the future of Daqin, then salt is definitely the present of Daqin.

Although the Qin Dynasty's government offices also mastered the method of making salt, the supply was still in short supply.

Most of the sea salt was supplied to the nobles, and a small part of the fine salt was supplied to the First Emperor and the royal family.

The defective well salt is provided to the army.

As for ordinary people, they can't afford salt at all.

But it is not okay to not eat salt, so ordinary people eat something called vinegar cloth.

Although vinegar cloth is not real salt, it is better than safety. In the year of famine, there is no need to eat vinegar cloth, so you can only eat poisonous salt.
To be continued...