Chu Huan ran the fortune method of Baoxiangdao in the study for a week. After practicing, just like after practicing Baoxiangdao many times before, he didn't feel much. He knew that there should be no progress today. After finishing his work, he went out to the outer hall and saw Sun Zikong sitting on the ground, leaning against the table, staring at the fire in the stove. The fire in the stove was burning vigorously, and Sun Zikong obviously did not dare to take it lightly.

There was a harsh sound from the iron pot. Chu Huan passed by, guessing that he had been practicing for a long time and the heat in the pot was similar. He opened it and took a look and saw that the light green solution had disappeared. The moisture had been evaporated. In the iron pot, there was a layer of hard shell with a green color.

Chu Huan took the knife and pried it on the green hard shell in the iron pot twice, and it suddenly broke. Chu Huan took a small piece, put it on his lips, pursed it, as if he was feeling something, and soon his eyebrows raised, and his eyes were filled with joy. Sun Zikong saw it, and was very strange and couldn't help asking, "Master, you...you said these are something to eat?"

He stretched out his hand and wanted to try it like Chu Huan. However, Chu Huan had already raised his hand and opened his hand and ordered: "How many chefs are there in the kitchen?"

"Two chefs come from the capital." Sun Zikong said: "The Su family also sent two chefs, specially used for Northwest cuisine. Together, it is not considered to be a helper for making fire, and there are already four chefs."

"Go and call all four of them." Chu Huan immediately ordered.

After listening to Chu Huan's instructions, Sun Zikong didn't ask Gao Duo, so he hurried to look for him.

Soon, Sun Zikong brought the four chefs in the kitchen. Chu Huan had put a few of the green hard-shelled things in the pot in the bowl. When he came out, he saw several people outside with a puzzled look on their faces. The Governor looked in a good mood. He actually sat down on the stone steps in front of the door and waved to the people. Sun Zikong and the four chefs approached. The people were all looking at the porcelain bowl that Chu Huan was holding. Seeing the things inside, they looked at each other. Chu Huan had already said to Sun Zikong: "The salt I brought from the kitchen before is still on you?"

Sun Zikong nodded and took out the brown salt. Chu Huan first put down the bowl in his hand, broke the salt handed over by Sun Zikong a few small pieces, and then gave each of the chefs, including Sun Zikong, and said, "Try it and see how the salt tastes?"

The chefs are all monks who are confused.

This salt is very expensive now. Even the Governor's Office cannot be used openly. When cooking, it should be used as little as possible. I don't understand why the Governor eats salt at this time.

However, the chefs understand best. Without salt in their body, they will soon become weak and swollen. At present, salt is not a bad thing. Since the Governor ordered this, the few people were not polite. Each person threw a small piece of salt into their mouths. Although it was very salty and had some other strange smells, the chefs seemed to have nectar and jade liquid in their mouths, and they were reluctant to waste it.

"How does it taste?" Chu Huan picked up his porcelain bowl and looked at the few people with interest.

Several chefs looked at each other, and one of them smiled and said, "Sir, this salt is a rare thing now, and it doesn't taste very good, but... it has to be a good thing."

Chu Huan said seriously: "I am asking you, is the taste of this salt pure?" From the clothes, I knew which two of the four came from the capital and followed him, and said: "You two came from the capital and used the fine salt from the capital. What do you think of this salt?"

One person said: "Sir, this salt is certainly not as good as the one in the capital. The salt eaten in the capital is all the fine salt that faints from the southeast. When we were in the capital, we always used fine salt to cook in Beijing. The northwest side is too far away, and the salt comes all the way from the east to this side, and the northwest side is the farthest. This good salt is taken by other places along the way. It is the turn of the northwest, so what's good about it."

A chef next to him nodded and said, "This brother is right. Adults, villains are natives from the northwest. They have been a chef for more than 20 years. They have seen good wine and good dishes, and they have also seen high-quality fine salt. However, there are too few fine salts in the northwest and cannot buy high-quality fine salt in the grocery store. Only high-ranking families can take the lead and get some fine salt from the official salt bureau. Most people, not to mention eating fine salt, they have never seen them even if they see them."

Another chef was not very afraid when he saw Chu Huan being young and his clothes were so nice that he sat by the threshold without any airs. He said, "Sir, I have a brother who is a soldier. He said that compared to other places, the conditions for serving in the northwest are much worse than those in the northwest. The salt they get is the worst...!"

Chu Huan knew that the border troops not only received military pay every month, but also had a benefit, that is, they would also receive some salt every month. For many soldiers, this kind of salt sometimes waited for medicinal materials.

The northwest is located in a remote area, with no sea, and the farthest from the sea. Although the mainland has been supplying salt to the northwest, the mountains are high and the road is far away, and there are many salts required along the way. Although it is said that each road has set up official salt offices and there are salt officials responsible for mixing salt, the northwest has always been divided into salt at the end, and the salt quality is also extremely poor. Therefore, people often say that the northwest environment is difficult. In addition to the climate resources of the northwest itself, there is another reason that the food in the northwest is difficult to compare with the same dishes, but due to the different basic salt quality, the taste produced is divided into high and low. The Qin Dynasty is vast. If you really want to calculate, the people in the northwest not only need the salt transported from the pass, but also eat the most quality salt in the empire.

In fact, Chu Huan didn't know that the brown salt that Sun Zikong brought from the kitchen was specially delivered by the seven surnames of Xiguan the day before yesterday. Although it was not the best, it was already very good in Xiguan today. Chu Huan has no chance to see those salts with lower quality.

"Do you know the market price of the salt you tasted just now?" Chu Huan asked, "Just you just ate it. If you go buy it, how much silver will it cost per pound of salt?"

Two chefs from Beijing didn't know the market for groceries in the northwest and didn't dare to talk nonsense. The other two chefs looked at each other, and one of them finally explained: "Sir, the salt just now is still of solid color, and it's not easy to buy on the market. The ones that can be bought on the market are all gray salt, which tastes much worse than what we just ate. However, if you want to buy those gray salts, it costs thirty or forty cents per pound...!"

Chu Huan said "Oh". Although he didn't know much about the market price, he also understood in his heart that a pound of salt costs 130 to 40 cents, which is really not cheap, and what the chef said was gray salt of very poor quality.

"If the salt we just ate is much higher, it will not be less than 200 cents per pound. What's important is that it has no market price. Even if you hold two hundred cents in your hand and want to buy a pound of salt, you may not be able to find it." The chef just ate a piece of salt. He was a little salty in his mouth, but at this time he explained it himself, thinking that the salt is now more expensive than rice. He put a piece of salt in his mouth just now. In the northwest where salt is scarce, it is a very luxurious thing. When he thinks of this, the chef doesn't feel that there is a slight saltiness in his mouth.

Chu Huan felt at ease and then smiled and said, "Let's take a look, what's in this bowl?"

In fact, the few people's eyes had never left the porcelain bowl. The things in the bowl looked very pure and green. Look at it, the chefs were really familiar with each other, but they were not sure.

"Don't know?" Chu Huan raised his eyelids.

"Sir, this..." A chef said carefully: "It looks a bit like salt, but... I have never seen this kind of salt before, so it shouldn't be..." He hesitated, but he did not dare to make random guesses.

Chu Huan smiled and asked each of them to take a small piece from the bowl, saying, "You can try it, but the best way is to rinse your mouth with clean water first, eat salt just now, remove the taste in your mouth, and then try how it tastes...!"

The Governor General had an order, how dare several people not obeyed? Sun Zi entered the house and picked up a bucket. He first used a scoop of water to clean up the salty taste in his mouth, and then handed the scoop down. Several people rinsed their mouths one after another. When the few people felt that there was no salty taste in their mouths, they looked at Chu Huan. Chu Huan smiled slightly and raised his hand and said, "You can try it now."

Sun Zikong was the first to throw things into his mouth. Today, he worked with Chu Huan for a long time, and Han Shi finally turned into this green thing. He saw Chu Huan's meaning. This thing was obviously edible. I really don't know what it tasted. Chu Huan had tasted it with his mouth before. Sun Zikong naturally had no scruples. After throwing the small piece of thing into his mouth, Sun Zikong first showed a savor expression on his face, but soon, his expression became more exciting, his brows twisted, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He had already spitted the things in his mouth into his hand, and shouted: "It's so choking..."

Seeing him, Chu Huan remained silent. Several other chefs threw things into their mouths. Soon, two people spit out, with an expression that could not be taken. Although the two people showed abnormal expressions on their faces, they did not want to spit out. These two people were cooks from the northwest. The flesh on their faces twitched, and soon, there was an incredible look between their eyebrows. One person was already confused and said: "This... this is salt... so salty..."

Sun Zi held the spit out with his empty palm and looked at Chu Huan with a look of inquisitiveness at this moment.
Chapter completed!