Opening the document and looking at the name on it, Zhao Xie was stunned.

"Zhao Lang?"

This is the second time I heard this name today.

Zhao Xie narrowed his eyes slightly,

"Whether you are him or not, standing in front of me will lead to death!"

In fact, deep down in his heart, he even hoped that the other party was that Zhao Lang.

"If you die, that stubborn old man, I might still have a chance."

Having made up his mind, Zhao Xie shouted,

"Someone is coming!"

A guard appeared at the door.

"Early tomorrow morning, send an urgent message to the people at the beach to let them do it if the salt farm starts producing salt!"

The guards took the order and left.

Early the next morning.

Inside the saltworks, busy figures of slaves appeared. They were cleaning the site and preparing to start work.

Zhao Lang watched from a high ground. He had decided to wait for the site to be cleared and start making salt using a division of labor and assembly line method.

This is efficient and does not reveal your method of making salt.

The task of one thousand kilograms of coarse salt can be completed quickly.

After finishing this, he can go back to Zhuangzi, plant potatoes, recruit people, and save strength for the next thing!

"This task seems a bit easy."

Zhao Lang thought silently.

He didn't notice that the two salt farm stewards had quietly hid in the dilapidated house.
Chapter completed!