Chapter 182

"See childe!"

Gongshu Hong took a few steps forward and made a cumbersome ancient gift to Wang Zhe. He was like a Mexican family

"Mr. Gongshu, you're welcome. Please sit down quickly!" Wang Zhe hurriedly said. Although he didn't know much about Gongshu Hong's etiquette, it was very useful. It was ancient etiquette! Usually which one can be seen.

"Thank you, childe!"

Gongshu Hong sat at the hands of Wang Zhe impolitely. As the leader of Gongshu family, Gongshu Hong's status certainly doesn't have to be submissive in front of Wang Zhe.

"Mr. Gongshu has been well lately, but he is still used to Chang'an city!" Wang Zhe booed the cold and asked for warmth. He couldn't see the way he was ordered by several shopkeepers just now, and instantly recovered the appearance of a well-educated aristocratic family childe.

"Thank you for your hospitality. Gongshu Hong has really opened his eyes in Chang'an city these days. He has made great achievements in communicating with the masters in Chang'an City in recent days!" Gongshu Hong sighed.

As the imperial capital, Chang'an City has gathered a lot of skilled craftsmen, and there are countless capable people and different scholars with their own strengths. The arrogance of Gongshu Hong when he came out of the mountain has gradually come to an end.

In addition, during this period of time, mojiazi's ability to turn clouds and rain has opened his eyes. In addition, various legendary events of mojiazi before, the idea of easily defeating Merton has long disappeared.

In recent days, Gongshu Hong has painstakingly taught some carpentry skills secretly handed down by Gongshu family for thousands of years, which makes him stand firm in Chang'an city.

"Mr. Gongshu, I don't know how the things entrusted to you have been done now?" Wang Zhe asked eagerly.

"I'm lucky not to disgrace my life!" Gongshu Hong said proudly.

With a move, the public transport wheel immediately led the children of several public transport families to bring in several pots of different sizes.

"Master!" the public transport wheel saluted.

"Put it here!" Gong Shuhong nodded.

The public transport tire led the public transport's children and presented several pots one by one in front of the public.

"This is a frying pan?" Wang Ningcheng was surprised. He had a feeling of crying with joy. He had been looking forward to this frying pan for too long. If there were no frying pan again, sun YangZheng store would really close down.

"Yes!" Gongshu Hong said proudly.

Wang Ningcheng hurried forward, carefully looked at the frying pan cast by the public loser, took it up and weighed it. He couldn't help frowning and said, "Mr. public loser, the frying pan you cast seems a little heavy!"

Although Wang Ningcheng has never used the wok in Mojia village, he has heard of the wok in Mojia village. It is as thin as cicada wings. It is easy to copy the wok with one hand.

The frying pan in front of you is at least 30% heavier than the Mohist frying pan. Don't look at this 30% weight. You know, the dishes to be fried every day by chefs in various restaurants are not a small number. If they weigh so much, the burden on chefs will be more than doubled!

"The shopkeeper is really as sharp as a torch. The frying pan in front of him is really heavier than the Mohist frying pan. Mohist technology is unique. Public losers can also make a thin frying pan like the Mohist frying pan, but it is easy to be damaged and will not be used for long." public loser Hong frowned.

"It's all right if you don't use it for a long time. It's no big deal to prepare more pots for standby!" Wang Zhe waved his hand. Now it's not the time for sun YangZheng's shop to urgently need frying pots. It's not the time to care about these. As long as it's not Mohist things that enter the Wang family, it's not a big thing to spend more iron materials.

"Er, er, what the young master said was right." Wang Ningcheng choked half to death! I had to obey, but I couldn't help shivering when I thought about the bad scene of pot after pot when the back kitchen of sun YangZheng's store was cooking.

"Young master, as soon as the public loser family arrived in Chang'an City, they have recovered the frying pan. Although there are some defects, I believe that over time, they will be able to make a frying pan that is not inferior to the Mohist school." Wang Zhi hurriedly said.

"What shopkeeper Wang Zhi said is that it's only one step away! Please believe in Gongshu's strength. Over time, Gongshu Hong will be able to make a frying pan as thin as a cicada's wings." Gongshu Hong said proudly.

"We naturally believe in the strength of the public losers. In the future, the horseshoes of Wang's horse shop will be entrusted to the public losers!" Wang Zhi said.

"Don't worry, shopkeeper Wang Zhi! You must be satisfied!" Gongshu Hong said happily when he got another unexpected business.

"Villain!" Wang Ningcheng could not help gnashing his teeth. You are a horseshoe when you are a wok! A blacksmith can make it!

"Thank you for everything, Mr. public loser." Wang Zhe nodded.

The public losers came to Chang'an City for more than half a month. They have solved two problems for the Wang family. At least they don't have to look at the face of the Mohists. Moreover, although the craftsmanship of gongloser is a little worse than that of Mohist, it is much better than that of other craftsmen.

"By the way, the Wang family still has a problem. Please help Mr. Gongshu!" Wang Zhe said politely.

"Please, Mr. Wang!" Gong Shuhong said.

Wang Zhe described in detail the dispute between Wang Yuncheng fine salt and Mohist snow salt. Of course, the narrative process beautified a lot and regarded himself as the weak side of justice.

"What does childe mean?" Gong Shuhong asked.

"As long as the public loser can develop a method to purify crude salt from snow salt, my Wang family is willing to buy it with Wanguan money!" Wang Zhe reported an amazing figure.

"Ten thousand passes!" the public loser Hong exclaimed. Even when the public loser was the most powerful, he had not seen many ten thousand passes, let alone now that he has fallen to the extreme.

Wang Zhisan also looked surprised. He didn't expect that since Wang Zhe was so generous, he was a big hand.

Among the three, only shopkeeper Wang Dong of the salt store is not surprised. He has been in the salt store for many years. Of course, he knows how much profit the salt industry has. The Wang family started from the salt industry. In addition to Yuncheng fine salt, they also control a lot of salt fields to produce crude salt. If they can turn crude salt into snow salt, it will be a great wealth. At that time, Wanguan money is worthless.

The Wang family can really get the production method of Mohist snow salt. His own loss of the market is nothing at all. Thinking of this, Wang Dong can't help watching the public lose Hong eagerly. Whether he can turn over depends on the public lose Hong.

"Yes! As long as the public loser can crack the method of making snow salt, he can get Wanguan money," Wang Zhen affirmed.

"You really think highly of Gongshu family," Gongshu Hong said with a wry smile.

"Why is Mr. gongloser unwilling to help?" Wang Zhe said displeased.

Gongshu Hong waved his hand and said, "Gongshu family just came to Chang'an City, but they received the favor of Childe Wang. Gongshu family is not a disciple who doesn't know how to repay his kindness. How can they be unwilling to help?"

"Mr. Gongshu...?" Wang Dong asked eagerly. This is related to his future.

"Ah Lun, pass the things to childe Wang!" Gongshu Hong waved and the nearby Gongshu wheel came forward and handed a jar to Wang Zhe.

"Is this snow salt?" Wang Zhe reached out to open the jar and saw the crystal clear large salt grains and white eyes inside.

"Seriously?" Wang Dong was so excited that he hurried forward to see the snow-white salt in the jar.

"No, the Mohist snow salt is much thinner than this?" Wang Dong frowned. Regardless of the image, he took out several large salt grains from the salt jar and tasted them in his mouth.

"Bah!" the bitter saltiness made Wang Dongren vomit out.

"This is still crude salt!" Wang Dong confirmed.

Wang Zhe and others also tasted it one by one, and they all looked forward to it. Then look at some of the crude salt in the salt jar, which has begun to deliquesce. The most remarkable feature of Mohist snow salt is that it doesn't deliquesce for ten days and a half months, and it is still dry and dry.

"As early as when we first came to Chang'an City, we wanted to repay childe Wang. We wanted to extract snow and salt to share our worries for childe Wang. It's a pity that we were one step short of chess!" Gongshu Hong also regretted.

"One step short of chess?" Wang Zhe was disappointed when he looked at the white salt.

"Gongshu family tried their best to crack the secret of Mohist's making snow salt, that is, purifying the sediment inside. As a result, they got such white coarse salt. As for taste and particles, I'm afraid it's the unique secret skill of Mohist family! Gongshu family can't do anything behind closed doors!" Gongshu Hong looked extremely regretful.

"Mr. public loser is polite. It's not easy for public losers to do this in a short time." Wang Zhe said politely, although disappointed.

After all, in a short time, the public losers have continuously made iron pots and semi purified crude salt, which has proved their value. Other crimes are indeed non war crimes. If the secret skills of the Mohist school were easily cracked, the live fish secret skills at that time would not defeat the whole Chang'an city.

"Thank you for your understanding!" Gong Shuhong bowed.