"How is it? What's going on over Amon?"

The person who spoke was a man in his fifties, his eyes somewhat similar to Amon.

He sat on a tiger-skinned chair and asked in a deep voice.

"It seems like I've been digging a well. I've been digging seven or eight feet deep, and I'm still hitting it!"

A man kneeled down from the porch outside the door and replied respectfully.

"Digging a well? OK, why do you remember that you have come to dig a well? Amon also said that he invited the master to come back. Could that master dig a well and can help him regain the village?"

My uncle looked a little confused. He had been mumbling these days.

He was sad when his sister and son-in-law died tragically and wanted to avenge them.

However, the two enemies were not Ayi, who was stealing the position of the head, but the governor of Yuan in the palace.

I heard that the governor Yuan was born in a clan, had a very high status in his family, and was quite powerful in the court.

He was strong in administration, not only with family support, but also with some kind of temptation from the court.

The most deadliest thing is that the governor Yuan held the salt and iron tools that the mountain people were short of.

Without salt, their men would have no strength.

Without iron, what do they use to build agricultural tools and weapons?

Moreover, the governor Yuan did not completely dismiss the head man. He just wanted the head man to take the mountain people down the mountain.

After going down the mountain, the headman is still the headman, but the place where he lives is different.

Governor Yuan also promised to divide the land for them.

Those are all fertile land, not the barren land in their mountains.

Governor Yuan offered very high conditions, and many leaders were a little moved.

My uncle also swayed from side to side.

On the one hand, he can't forget the hatred of his own sister and is unwilling to cooperate with his enemies.

On the other hand, he could not ignore his family and the people in the village.

Alas, it's difficult to do anything.

At this moment, Amon came back.

My uncle was still very happy to see his lively nephew.

But after being happy, my uncle was a little worried: his parents were killed and the position of the leader was taken away, and Amon would definitely take revenge.

revenge?

It's not easy.

As the closest person Amon, Ah Uncle is the best candidate for Amon to seek help.

If Amon may ask for help, his uncle will definitely not refuse.

First, it is a close relative of blood, and second, it is also for his reputation.

Their mountain people have always valued friendship. If he doesn't even want to help his nephew, who will be willing to interact with him in the future?!

Fortunately for the uncle, Amon did not borrow troops directly, but instead asked for a few strong laborers to work.

Although my uncle didn't know what this kid was going to do, as long as he didn't borrow troops, everything else would be easy to say.

My uncle arranged twenty or thirty people and passed on a message: As long as Amon wants, as long as it is not excessive, give it to him!

He gave it to people and things, and ordered people to be responsible for the food and accommodation of all the people on the mountain, so my uncle didn't just flirt with it.

He ordered people to keep paying attention to the movements of Amon and others.

However, when I heard that they had been digging wells, my uncle couldn't figure it out.

What the hell is this kid doing?!

"Head, the head man, there is water coming out of there!"

Just as my uncle touched his chin and thought about it secretly, a hurried shout sounded outside the door.

"It's out of water?"

My uncle was stunned at first, then he was a little angry: I was hit seven or eight feet deep, and water must come out. What's the point of making a fuss about this?

Before my uncle could scold him, the man panted and shouted, "Then, that water is strange! No, it is not the well water we used to drink, but the salty and astringent brine!"

salty?

My uncle is not so sensitive to other words.

However, recently, he has been tempted by the "salt-Bahn diplomacy" by governor Yuan all day long, so he is particularly sensitive to words related to salt.

My uncle stood up suddenly, and without saying a word, he ran directly to the small hill bag.

Half the hillside, Amon was so excited that he couldn't help himself. He held a bowl of turbid brine, as if he was carrying some delicious food.

"First, sir, are we done?" His voice was trembling.

"No hurry, you need to filter and boil before you can get edible salt!"

Anne replied with a smile, and then began to instruct people to prepare for filtration and boil.

Although my uncle hesitated about borrowing troops, he always responded to Amon's other requests.

On the hillside, there are people and things. As soon as Anne opens her mouth, someone will be ready immediately.

After a lot of busyness, a big pot was built up, with firewood and white smoke scattered.

When my uncle came with unstable breath, he saw such a spectacular scene.

He sniffed and smelled a familiar salty smell in the air.

"Ah, Ahmon, this is-"

The uncle widened his eyes and pointed at a small bamboo bowl in Amen's hand.

The small bowl is not unusual, but the strange thing is that it contains some white particles.

"Uncle, come and try it and see how the salt we produce ourselves is different from what the official ones sell!"

Amon lived up to his joy when he saw the salt he had just seen. At this moment, he was particularly calm and pretended to invite his uncle to taste it.

"Is this salt? Or are you made it yourself?"

My uncle's eyes were almost protruding, and he didn't believe Amen's words at all.

But the thing was right in front of me, Amon, a bastard, even hurriedly stuffed his mouth with salt.

My uncle woke up completely.

Instead of continuing to ask Amon, he circled around the weird device.

He called a few men working on the construction site and asked carefully.

Then, he watched the men shake the wheels with their own eyes, rolling into balls of bamboo, and penetrate into the well bit by bit.

A plate of bamboo, about seven or eight feet long, was shaken out bit by bit after it went deep into the well.

When the bamboo leaves the wellhead, turbid water flows out from the small incisions above.

These waters are brine.

After a complete set of process flow, it soon became clean and white salt particles.

My uncle was stunned.

Soon, he reacted.

After all, he was the leader and immediately realized the importance of this salt well.

He also understood why his nephew didn't ask for a loan, but instead made it like this here!

Good boy!

It's promising.

After going out to study for a few years, I not only gained my knowledge, but also improved a lot of my mind and skills!

"Among, let's go home. If you have any questions, let's sit down and have a good talk!"

The uncle had already understood what Amon meant, and he no longer deliberately hid, but took the initiative to pull Amon home.

"Uncle, don't worry, there's a sir!"

Amonko did not forget his noble man. He looked for Anne's figure in the crowd, but saw Anne wave at him.

Sir, I don’t want to see my uncle.

It’s better to hide such an expert in your own hands!

"Sir? What sir?" The uncle was puzzled and followed Amon to look around.

"No, it's the master I invited. But the gentleman doesn't like to show up in public. Uncle, let's go back to the village first!" Amon went over in a vague way.
Chapter completed!