#88 - Chapter 88 Fine Salt

Watching these seemingly ordinary salt grains, about to burst with new life in Cheng Feng's hands.

You should know that even coarse salt costs one or two taels of silver per catty.

Fine salt is dozens of times more expensive than coarse salt.

One catty of fine salt costs ten taels of silver, and in some places, it can even reach a high price of fifteen taels.

That's enough for Cheng Feng to buy another high-quality maid.

Cheng Feng carefully poured the coarse salt into a pre-prepared container, and then slowly added water.

As the water was added, the salt grains began to dissolve slowly, forming a turbid liquid. Cheng Feng knew that this was only the first step, and the next steps were the key.

He picked up the filtering tool and gently poured the liquid into it. Although this tool was very simple, it seemed to have life in his hands, accurately filtering out the impurities in the salt water. As the liquid slowly flowed out, the salt water in the container gradually became clear and transparent.

Cheng Feng took a deep breath, he knew that the most critical moment had arrived. He carefully poured the filtered salt water into another container, then lit the stove and began to evaporate the water.

This process requires extreme patience and care, because once the heat is not well controlled, it may lead to a decline in the quality of the salt.

Time passed by, and the salt water on the stove began to evaporate slowly. Cheng Feng stared at it intently, for fear of any mistakes.

Finally, when all the water had evaporated, a layer of white fine salt appeared at the bottom of the container.

Cheng Feng's heart was filled with joy and pride. He knew he had succeeded. The insignificant little knowledge of his previous life could change the world in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

It's a pity that he hasn't gained momentum yet, otherwise Cheng Feng would have wanted to earn one hundred thousand or eighty thousand to spend as he pleased.

With such a large profit, Cheng Feng was afraid of being secretly beaten to death.

He put the fine salt into a clean crock pot, weighed it, three taels of silver for three catties of coarse salt, exchanged for one and a half catties of fine salt, the estimated value is fifteen taels.

That's five times the profit!

Cheng Feng's own rough calculation made his eyes red.

Unfortunately, if this thing is discovered, there will definitely be no good end.

That is, now that Cheng Feng has martial power to protect himself, plus he has Eight Hundred, a subordinate who will never betray him, can he operate.

If there was only Cheng Feng alone, to be honest, Cheng Feng wouldn't dare. Seeking wealth and danger is when you have nothing.

Now Cheng Feng has a wife, children, and a warm bed. Cheng Feng can accept earning money slowly and steadily.

It was because he had Eight Hundred that Cheng Feng had the confidence.

As a result, just as he was preparing to fight with this small gang, he discovered that there were people behind it, and the power was definitely stronger than Cheng Feng's.

Cheng Feng is not willing to fight people with bayonets for a business that he hasn't even met yet.

Cheng Feng is still young, he still has the panel, and there are plenty of opportunities.

The premise is that Cheng Feng himself is safe first.

If he is always in danger, Cheng Feng is not without the courage to fight.

Unfortunately, it's not time yet.

Tiger Head Gang, huh?

Cheng Feng wrote it down.

The first stage has failed, and Cheng Feng naturally has no good mood.

Thinking of turning around and asking Wang Hu again, Cheng Feng was afraid that the unknown expert was wandering there, and it would be terrible to meet him head-on.

After thinking about it, Cheng Feng went straight home, to his No. 1 house.

Cheng Feng was still afraid of being followed!

After observing around the No. 1 house for a while, Cheng Feng turned to Cheng Mansion and ran away.

"It seems that I have to get used to carrying a knife in the future."

On weekdays, Cheng Feng asked himself that the Blood Refinement Realm was enough to protect himself, but tonight's encounter made Cheng Feng have to guard against it.

He still hasn't changed his behavior habits from his previous life.

And he is a person with a bodyguard, so he is not used to bringing Eight Hundred.

This is not good either.

After Cheng Feng confided his troubles to Xiao Qing, he used the sage time to reflect on his shortcomings.

Cheng Feng believes that a fool's thousand thoughts must have one gain.

Cheng Feng, who asked himself not to be that kind of smart person, can still get some useful suggestions if he thinks more.

In the silent night, Cheng Feng hugged the increasingly plump Xiao Qing and fell asleep peacefully.

The coolness of the late night quietly invaded, and Cheng Feng's body seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, floating out of the bed.

A strange voice whispered in his ear, and Cheng Feng involuntarily followed the voice and walked into a dark corner.

Suddenly, Xiao Qing's figure appeared in front of him, but her eyes were empty and her face was distorted, as if she was no longer the familiar lover of the past.

Cheng Feng's heart trembled, wanting to escape this terrifying scene, but his legs were as heavy as lead.

He could only watch Xiao Qing slowly approach, and finally, her face twisted into a hideous smile in the darkness.

Cheng Feng screamed and woke up from his dream, only to find that Xiao Qing was still lying quietly beside him, but the strange coolness still lingered, making him unable to sleep all night.

Cheng Feng didn't know why he was having nightmares. The cultivation of martial arts made Cheng Feng's physique strong, his spirit stable, and his sleep quality super good, but this sudden nightmare was the first time Cheng Feng had encountered it since he practiced martial arts.

The Xiao Qing in the dream was hideous and terrifying. When he woke up, Cheng Feng didn't blame Xiao Qing.

But to understand this sudden nightmare, Cheng Feng had to confirm it again.

With Cheng Feng's current physique, it's okay not to rest for a few days.

Cheng Feng, who woke up in the second half of the night, kept his eyes open until dawn.

Unable to restrain himself, Cheng Feng just wanted to find someone to answer his doubts.

Cheng Feng thought of his cheap master, Wang Tieshan, at the first time.

As the most powerful person in Cheng Feng's circle, Wang Tieshan is definitely qualified.

His rich experience in the world allows Wang Tieshan to handle any situation with ease.

Looking at Cheng Feng who came to greet him early in the morning,

Wang Tieshan knew that his closed disciple must have encountered trouble.

If nothing happened, would he come so early?

Wang Tieshan drank his morning tea and said calmly: "Tell me slowly what's going on, look at how anxious you are, how can you achieve great things in the future?"

Cheng Feng naturally said yes, so he told everything he was facing.

Of course, fine salt was still concealed, and it was changed to just wanting to find a profitable business.

A great man can't stay under others for a long time!

Wang Tieshan pretended to be angry and said: "It seems that my Tieshan Martial Arts Hall really can't accommodate you, a great man?"

"No, no," Cheng Feng said with a smile: "Isn't it just thinking about being a leader myself! This disciple is now also a martial artist in the Blood Refinement Realm, and he doesn't have any great ambitions, he's just playing around."

The reason why Wang Tieshan hates Cheng Feng for not living up to his expectations is here.

Cheng Feng's bizarre talent makes Wang Tieshan helpless. He can't get in the door in the early stage, what's the use of exerting strength in the later stage?

Even so, Cheng Feng is still in the Blood Refinement Realm, Lao Jiu is still the same, and Lao Ba can't be counted on at all.

The first four disciples have reached the Blood Refinement Realm, and they need to handle all aspects of things, so they are busy and can't get away.

Only his old bones are left to take care of the martial arts hall.

Wang Tieshan can't predict Cheng Feng's future with his rich experience.

But at any rate, he is also in the Blood Refinement Realm. It's useless to say too much about this age and this realm, so he can only watch Cheng Feng perform quietly.

In case there is any obstacle, the Blood Refinement martial artist is also considered a middle-level backbone.