Daming: In the beginning, he mistakenly regarded Emperor Yongle as his own father

Xu Jingchang has been waiting, waiting for them to be poisoned, but he waited and waited, not waiting for anyone to fall to the ground after being poisoned, but waiting for countless praises about the delicious dishes.

"What's going on? Didn't the cook use the poisonous salt he bought from Lu Lin?"

The confidant is also unbelievable.

"Master Hui, I used them according to your instructions. I also specially found a doctor to calculate the amount of poisoning."

I didn't dare to add too much, but this amount is enough to make people poisoned.

"Then why didn't they react at all?" Xu Jingchang gritted his teeth.

His confidant is suffering, and he doesn't know it.

Is there a problem with the salt, or is there a problem with the cook?

Yao Guangxiao and the others also noticed something was wrong and couldn't help but take a sip.

hiss!

This feeling.

This taste!

Yao Guangxiao couldn't help eating a few more mouthfuls.

Although the leftovers are cold-roasted, they are fragrant in the mouth, and the fine salt completely extracts the original deliciousness of the dishes. The salty feeling hits the taste buds directly, and there is no bitterness at all.

The official salt they use on weekdays, no matter how they are made and how many spices are added, the bitterness in the salt cannot be removed.

But this dish...it's not there at all.

After living for decades, he knew for the first time that the dishes made of salt without bitter taste can be so delicious.

too delicious.

It was so delicious that he wanted to cry.

After a while, the crowd finally dispersed.

But the scene Xu Jingchang hoped for did not appear. Instead, everyone laughed and laughed and thanked him again and again.

He got angry, and ran back to check the batch of salt with a limp on crutches.

Zhu Zhanji, Yang Shiqi and others looked at each other, and followed secretly. They also wanted to see what the batch of salt made by Lu Lin was like.

Xu Jingchang looked at the white salt in the warehouse, and commanded his confidants.

"You, go taste the salt."

The confidant was dumbfounded.

"My lord, that, that's poisonous salt."

"Let you go."

As Xu Jingchang said, he kicked his confidant with his good foot.

The confidant had no choice but to bite the bullet, stretched out his hand to dig a little, closed his eyes tightly, and stabbed it into his mouth as if taking poison.

But the next second.

He was stunned.

My whole body stiffened suddenly.

salty.

Very salty.

Good salt.

This is the best salt he has ever eaten in his life.

There is no impurity, and the entrance is salty.

Seeing that his expression was wrong, Xu Jingchang pushed him away and came by himself.

As a result, as soon as he entered the mouth, his whole body stiffened for a while, and then he shuddered.

Where the hell is this poisonous salt? It is clearly the finest salt in the Ming Dynasty.

After a brief astonishment, he suddenly roared.

"Lu Hong."

"Didn't you be asked to sell the poisonous salt made by Lu Lin? What did you sell back to the country?"

Lu Hong is very wronged, this is indeed the salt made by Lu Lin.

"Mingjian Xu Guogong, when I went to sell the salt, the servants of the Lu family were still knocking the salt out of the iron pot. He definitely made it. It can't be wrong."

What Lu Hong said shocked the people present so much that they almost bit their tongues.

Lu Lin really knows how to make salt?

Moreover, the salt he made was so fine that even the official salt was thrown away by him a few blocks away.

Xu Jingchang's face was cloudy and uncertain, he asked Lu Hong while dragging him.

"How many salt rocks did he dig to make this hundred catties of salt?"

Lu Hong thought for a while: "About three hundred catties, I think they moved it back."

Three hundred catties of salt stones are used to produce one hundred catties of fine salt.

That mine needs 7000 to 4000 million catties of salt rock, so wouldn't it be able to produce [-] to [-] million catties of fine salt?

A catty of fine salt is priced at two taels of silver at the government's price, isn't it six to seventy million taels of silver?

hiss!

The people present gasped.

Such a huge number, let alone Xu Guogong, even His Majesty today has to be ashamed of it.

You know, even in the most prosperous year of the Ming Dynasty, the treasury revenue was only 1000 million.

Now a mountain of salt is the total income of the treasury of the Ming Dynasty for six or seven years.