Daming: The system rejected my request for salted fish

Chapter 1114

Rich businessmen and wealthy families among the people would rush to buy them, and this situation was not uncommon among the people.

In fact, although what Zhu Biao thought was correct, there were still some deviations between his thinking and Wei Wu's thinking.

Wei Wu never thought of selling fresh milk. It was difficult to preserve and would go bad easily, which was a pure waste.

What he had in mind was to add sugar to the milk while processing it so that the dairy products would be sweet.

Or you can make milk into cheese, milk powder, condensed milk, butter, etc., which can be stored for several months.

While cheese and butter are more complex and require several steps to make, condensed milk and powdered milk are very simple to make.

Add sugar to condensed milk and simmer over low heat until most of the water is removed and it becomes a thick paste. Milk powder is simpler to make than condensed milk.

Use a stone slab or a large pot, spread a layer of milk and bake it slowly over low heat, constantly scraping off the dry milk skin and grinding it into powder.

Thinking that Zhu Biao didn't understand these things, Wei Wu then gave Zhu Biao some relevant information about dairy products.

After listening to it, Zhu Biao finally understood that so many things could be made from just a small amount of milk.

Then Wei Wu told Zhu Biao about the problem of wool. In today's era, the use of wool is too rough.

Either they were rolled into strong felt with a stick, or they were made into rough woolen robes that were prickly and uncomfortable to wear.

By then, he plans to develop the wool degreasing process, and in the future, wool will become fine, soft, and high-end goods.

After briefly explaining to Zhu Biao the utilization of by-products, Wei Wu brought the topic back to the starting point.

"By building cities with railways and cement, we can gradually encroach upon the entire grassland and make it part of the Ming Dynasty's territory."

"The by-products of animal husbandry can be brought back to the interior of China by rail and exchanged for food, salt and other daily necessities."

"Let the grasslands and the interior of the country form a healthy ecological cycle. Then even if the herders who have escaped come back, it will be useless."

"Don't even think about taking the grassland back from us. Either integrate into the Ming Dynasty or die in the depths of the desert!"

Zhu Biao knew very well that if it was true as Wei Wu said, the herdsmen who escaped would indeed have only these two choices.

Although it will not be accomplished overnight, it is a feasible method.

Zhu Biao even had already made up his mind that the first thing he would do after ascending the throne was to complete this task.

If this can really be accomplished, it would be equivalent to achieving something that no dynasty has been able to do.

His father took back the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun that had been lost for hundreds of years, and he completely incorporated this grassland into the territory of the Central Plains.

Hundreds of years later, the father and son will undoubtedly become a good story. Thinking of this, Zhu Biao couldn't help laughing.

Seeing Zhu Biao suddenly laugh, Wei Wu was still wondering what he was laughing at, but before he could open his mouth, Zhu Biao spoke first.

It wasn't anything important, he just pulled him aside to continue discussing the details and possibilities of taking over the grassland.

At the same time, while Zhu Biao and Wei Wu were chatting, Zhang Hai had already sneaked into Helin City.

Although it is also a big city, unlike the exquisite buildings inside Lincheng and Daming City, the buildings here are more rough.

Perhaps due to the lack of wood, the buildings in the city were made of more stone than wood, and the roofs were of dome and flat-top designs.

However, the city is not small in area and looks quite prosperous. After all, it was once the center of the Mongol Empire.

When he first entered the city, Zhang Hai was completely in the dark. He didn't even know where Toghon Temur's bedroom was, let alone where he was.

Fortunately, although this is the current capital of the Northern Yuan Dynasty, it does not implement a curfew policy like the Ming Dynasty.

Although it is dark now and most people are staying at home, you can still occasionally see a few people on the road.

Zhang Hai wandered around the city cautiously for a while, and finally came up with a solution.

"Fortunately, I have been with the young master for a long time, otherwise I really don't know what to do."

After muttering something that Wei Wu would definitely beat him up if he heard it, Zhang Hai stared at a figure and walked over.

Seeing a stranger suddenly walking towards him, the figure became a little alert, staring at Zhang Hai with his eyes.

Actually, it’s not surprising. After all, it’s dark now. Anyone who encounters this situation will be on guard.

Zhang Hai also knew that the other party was on guard against him, but he didn't care. Instead, he took out a large gold ingot from his arms.

Although he didn't know whether the other party could understand Chinese, Zhang Hai believed that even if they didn't speak the same language, there were some things they shared in common.

For example, money. First use money to lower the other party's vigilance, and then see if language can be used to communicate after the person is dealt with.

Facts proved that what Zhang Hai thought was right. When the man saw the big ingot in his hand, his guard immediately dropped.

The thought in my mind changed from this person wanting to harm me to this person wanting my help with something and this was a reward.

The eyes that were originally staring at Zhang Hai now stared at the money in his hand, and his eyes were full of desire.

Seeing that this person had let down his guard, Zhang Hai showed a harmless smile and slowly walked up to him.

Then, in a flash, before the man could react, Zhang Hai covered his mouth and dragged him into the alley.

A few minutes later, Zhang Hai walked out of the alley with a smile on his face, throwing a big ingot.

Originally, Zhang Hai was a little worried about the language barrier, but it was obvious that the Yuan Dynasty was greatly influenced by the Central Plains culture in the past hundred years.

Although the Yuan Mongolian man spoke with a strange accent, at least they could still communicate, and Zhang Hai got a satisfactory answer.

Following the guidance of the Yuan Mongolian, after more than ten minutes of searching, Zhang Hai arrived near Wan'an Palace.

This is the palace built by Ogedei. The overall style is that of the palaces in the Central Plains. It is particularly conspicuous and easy to find.

Now that the Northern Yuan Dynasty court is stationed here, this palace has become the palace of Toghon Temur.

Looking at the not-so-high wall in front of him, Zhang Hai smiled contemptuously, took a running start, and then flipped over and entered the palace.

After sneaking in, Zhang Hai repeated his previous actions and quietly dragged a guard into the darkness.

Then Zhang Hai slipped a dagger from his sleeve, put it to the guard's throat and whispered:

"I ask, you answer. If you dare to say another word or yell for help, this dagger will be plunged into your throat!"