"Don't move!"

Li Shimin suddenly roared.

With a "click", the scene seemed to have pressed the pause button.

The chefs of Shangshi Bureau were holding big pots and stood stiffly on the spot. Gao Yang, a foodie from the beginning to now, was holding a bowl, his cherry mouth slightly opened, and the mutton slice picked up by his chopsticks stopped at his mouth.

Under the surprised eyes of everyone.

Li Shimin rushed out, picked up a small piece of dregs from the bottom of the pot, and put it in his mouth to taste.

The next second.

His eyes suddenly widened.

"It's actually fine salt?!"

His Majesty Li Er roared in a low voice, unable to conceal the excitement and excitement in his tone.

"It's...actually true?!"

The director of the Shangshi Bureau couldn't wait any longer, so he broke off a piece and put it in his mouth. His face immediately twitched because of the salty taste, and he cried out with an "ouch":

"Fine salt! Really fine salt!"

Others couldn't wait any longer and rushed over in a swarm, breaking off salt cubes and stuffing them into their mouths. The scene was chaotic.

Fang Ying got goosebumps when he saw it.

I just want to remind you: That's salt, not sugar. Don't you mind it?

He was stunned when Li Shimin slapped him on the shoulder:

"Winner!"

Fang Ying was startled, swallowed back the curse on his lips, and said with a low eyebrow: "What is the saint's order?"

Li Shimin calmed down and asked, "Did you make this salt?"

"That's right." Fang Ying pointed to the basket next to him: "It's just simple and purified, Xiao Doyle."

Trail?

Li Shimin's face trembled.

Before he could speak, Fang Ying spoke again:

"Your Majesty, this method has a wide range of application, not only for coarse salt, but also for mineral salt."

"What?!"

Li Shimin's expression changed.

My heart, which had just calmed down, began to beat faster again.

It is not difficult to find salt mines in the Tang Dynasty. There are several long salt mines in Longyou alone, but they are useless... The brine salt is poisonous and no one has the ability to pull out the poison.

But now Fang Ying said yes!

How could this not be exciting?

If this method can be accomplished, doesn't it mean that the Tang Dynasty will no longer be short of salt?

No, not only is there no shortage, by then, every household of the common people will be able to afford fine salt!

What a great achievement!

Moreover, this feat was achieved during the Zhenguan period. Li Shimin trembled with excitement when he thought of this supreme honor.

"Ying'er! Is everything you said true?"

Li Shimin's eagle-like eyes were fixed on Fang Ying, and he said in a deep voice: "This is a major matter related to the people's livelihood, so there can be no falsehoods!"

Fang Ying quickly said: "Your Majesty, you can do the experiment now."

"Okay! That's what I mean!"

Li Shimin immediately ordered: "Come here and find some chopped mineral salt. The more the better!"

Soon, the materials were ready.

The princes and princesses who came to eat hot pot all gathered around to watch.

They had long heard that Fang Ying was a master of creation, and today they were going to see him show off his skills, so they were all looking forward to it.

Princess Gao Yang held Li Mingda's hand and stood in the crowd, looking at Fang Ying with some confusion... She had always been the most dazzling one on similar occasions in the past, but now, that man was the one.

He's always like this.

At any time, it will attract the attention of the surrounding people with a shocking appearance, becoming the most eye-catching existence.

"Sister Seventeen, what are you thinking about?"

Li Mingda next to him raised his head and asked.

Princess Gao Yang's face turned red: "No...it's nothing."

Li Mingda kindly reminded: "Sister Seventeen, everything has leaked out."

Princess Gao Yang was startled and felt it subconsciously. At the same time, she recalled in her mind, she didn't let Fang Ying fight today?

Li Mingda stood on tiptoe, wiped the corners of the emperor's sister's mouth with a handkerchief, and chuckled:

"Sister Seventeen, you can just watch my brother-in-law. Why are you drooling while watching?"

"You...Xiao Nizi!"

Princess Gaoyang stamped her feet angrily.

When he looked at Fang Ying again, he pursed his lips tightly to prevent his imperial sister from seeing the clues.

…

In full view.

Fang Ying started his performance.

"Making refined salt is very simple..."

He glanced around and said: "The first step is to open the refrigerator door. The second step is to put the elephant in. The third step is to close the refrigerator door."

It was quiet all around.

Everyone had a look of confusion on their faces.

"No, try again!"

Fang Ying said again: "The first step is to grind the salt. What about the stone grinder? Go up, up, and grind all the salt ore into powder."

The voice fell.

The chefs of Shangshi Bureau came to the battle one after another.

There was an emperor supervising the work beside him, and he worked hard. Each of them was better than a mule. He held down the stone mill and shook it vigorously.

"good!"

Fang Ying clapped his hands and said with a smile: "The second step is to dissolve the water and filter it. Pour all the mineral powder into the bucket and filter it layer by layer with linen cloth. Come on!"

…

While everyone is watching.

Li Shimin clenched his fists tightly and asked in a low voice: "Ananda, do you think Ying'er's method can really work?"

"You are asking this question, how could I know this?"

Zhang Anan put his hands in his hands and whispered: "But judging from this kid's temperament, this thing can almost be done."

"I hope it works..."

Li Shimin said sadly: "Although our Tang Dynasty has three salt production methods, none of them are perfect. Boiling sea salt is cumbersome, the output of well salt is small, and the pond salt depends entirely on God."

"I have tried my best, but the people still don't have enough salt..."

"A family of three or five eats three meals a day, and salt is only eaten in one meal, or only when doing heavy work."

"I am worthy of being the emperor, but I am really a failure!"

As he spoke, the arrogant emperor's eyes turned red and his eyes were filled with self-blame.

"Everyone, I can't blame you entirely." Zhang Anan whispered: "Isn't this the prince-in-law who brought you a pillow?"

"Yes! Fortunately, there is a winner..."

Li Shimin looked at Fang Ying with joy, his eyes filled with hope: "If he can turn waste mineral salt into treasure, he will have made a great contribution!"

"Any meritorious service deserves a reward!"

The faint voice of the great eunuch came from the side: "If it really comes true this time, what do you want from the house tourer Erlang?"

Li Shimin suddenly woke up and turned to look at his personal valet: "You old guy! Are you making plans for that kid again?"

The eldest eunuch quickly waved his hand: "I don't dare, old slave."
To be continued...