Chen Mu never felt what it means to have eaten without a meal in his entire life. Suddenly encountering this situation made him feel a little off guard.

If life continues, he has to find a way to make some money. It seems that time travelers are always easy to make money, but when they look at Mi Gang Chen Mu, he feels full of his head. He knows a lot of things. He has the experience of surpassing this world for hundreds of years, but what can he do?

Chen Mu thought about it and knew how to cook. Although he might not be as good as a world-renowned chef, opening a restaurant to bring his marketing concepts and business with him in that era would definitely not be too bad. But he was a military householder, and his relatively low status made him unable to leave the Qingyuan garrison without war or dispatch, let alone going out to do business; he knew that small blast furnaces were making steel, and the memory told him that there were several blast furnaces in the garrison. He had worked as a soldier and knew some gun maintenance, but knowing how to dismantle gun maintenance does not mean that he could build a gun... He could not rifle, nor did he know how to make a bottom fire, and in this era, the whole world was using black gunpowder, smokeless gunpowder, and how to build a fixed ammunition?

What the hell know!

Perhaps the only knowledge that can be used in a short period of time is the use of the Chinese law to make salt.

It is not the kind of method of making toilets and nitrate. It takes several years to accumulate to make it. He needs to complete the initial accumulation in a short time and use the ready-made nitrate soil from the cave to boil it. The story that his grandfather often told him when he was a child. Chen Mu's grandfather experienced the war years and entered the cave with his elders at the age of eight. It was not until the 1970s that foreign salt entered the domestic market in large quantities, and the earth salt had no way out. However, this method kept Chen Mu in mind and was deeply impressed by every process.

Although it was the method of liberation, it was also better than the ancient times when gathering indoor moisture into nitrate. It was mainly made of the nitrite soil accumulated in caves for thousands of years, and the output was extremely large. A few people could make ten thousand kilograms of cavernous salt by half a year, and they could make thousands of taels of silver by selling it.

Thousands of taels of silver are crazy enough to put anywhere.

As a military householder and a single family, Chen Mu basically had no chance to see silver. Even if he had it, it was the silver in his hands and had nothing to do with him. His monthly salary was three stones of brown rice. According to the rice price this year, if he could make hundreds of kilograms of white nitrate powder and sell 1,000 taels of silver and buy back the rice, it would be his salary for a hundred years!

Qi Jiguang's soldiers killed Japanese pirates in Fujian, and the imperial court gave thirty taels of silver; in recent years, Qingyuanwei was peaceful, and in the past, his father killed bandits and exchanged heads for rewards, so he could get 8 taels.

Is the money for murder so easy to make?

"Brother, the rice has been sent back. My family cannot go to the ground, otherwise I will come to thank you in person." Chen Mu was thinking about how to dig a hole and the door of the house was pushed open with a leaking wind. Shao Tingda's tall figure stepped in, with a heavy gratitude on his face. He was wearing a cowardly coat and pulled the stool before he sat down, saying, "If you have anything, I will do it for you!"

Seeing that his brother came, Chen Mu stopped thinking about it. The cave slurry must be made, but not now. When he remembers the memory in his mind, he is awake and confused. In addition, the impact of the dislocation of time and space brought by past memories on him, he must first figure out what the situation of the Ming Dynasty garrison in which he was in, otherwise he will always be uneasy and nervous, and he will not think about doing anything serious!

He closed the door of the house and then said straight to the point: "I don't know why I was dizzy recently and forgot a lot of things. Do you know that there is a cave near the garrison near the water source, preferably there is a stagnant water in the cave."

"There are in the north of Qingcheng. When we were young, we went to play inside. There was still spicy soil on the ground. You used the thing to mix dry food for me to eat, so it was so spicy that I cried!" Shao Tingda was extremely surprised and shouted, "You don't remember this?"

"As soon as you say it, I remembered it!" When Chen Mu heard his brother say it was spicy, his face showed joy and quickly calmed down, but the corners of his upturned mouth could not hide the joy in his heart. Grandpa once said that nitro earth was the worst, sweet and sour, and the best taste of spicy. Then he said to Shao Tingda seriously: "If you take me to see it another day, maybe you can do something in the cave."

Although my grandfather talked about this process less than ten times, he heard it and his ears were calloused, after all, he had never done it himself, and Chen Mu was unsure of it and didn't know if it could be done. He could not make promises before it was done.

"What's the difficulty? When our flag wheel is on the city, we will take you there." The military households cannot leave the garrison without any trouble. Their range of activities is in the suburbs of Qingyuan City. If you go to the cave and don't have a horse, you will definitely not be able to come back at night. You can only wait for their turn to defend the city. The military households' farming and the rotation are 280 points. Two percent of the banners in the entire garrison enter the city to guard the city and patrol, and 80% of the military households farming. In the Qingyuan County, ten small flags are allocated according to the 100 households' heads.

Speaking of this, Shao Tingda remembered something and said embarrassedly with a shy face: "Brother Mu, you can talk to Bai Baihu. Why don't you ask if we are on duty this year to be on duty in Qingyuan City or go to the fields to farm? Only six of us will harvest the fields of twelve people, and we will be so tired that we can't harvest the rice."

Outside Qingyuan County, the land of Qingyuan Guards was everywhere, scattered in various hundred households to cultivate farming. In the past, there were many military households, and the harvest was cut off and handed over to the court, which left a lot of surplus. However, at that time, the old Huangsheng was in the era when Zhu Yuanzhang founded the country. Now, there are more and more private lands in the garrison office, and the land is less and less. The same land is also cultivated by military households. The harvest was just enough to be handed over to the court. Life was difficult, so there were fleeing households.

When the military households escaped, the same fields were plowed by fewer people, and the people left behind were more and more like pigs and cows. They were not afraid of the famine that could not be plowed, but Shangguan’s private fields must be plowed well. In the long run, the name of the military household in the garrison was the official army, which is not a false statement.

However, when it comes to harvesting rice fields, Chen Mu may have some other methods, but this requires a craftsman.

Shao Tingda was the least willing to go to the field to farm. In Chen Mu's intermittent memory, in previous years, Shao Tingda's family of people who could work went to the field, and they were exhausted to death to their small flags to avoid the farming season. This year, his wife gave birth to a baby, and the old man was old and weak, "Oh!" Shao Tingda sighed long and shook his head, "In the past two years, Japanese pirates are everywhere in the coastal areas. Those high-ranking generals use personal soldiers and recruit soldiers. We all have to plow the fields all day long, and we don't even practice soldiers. When will the hard days end!"

"Huh? What did you say... When will the hard days end?" Chen Mu was distracted and did not hear Shao Tingda's sigh. Even if he heard it, he didn't care. He just stared at his eyes and raised his lips and said to his big and thick brothers: "You say that Bai Baihu and I can talk to you? Then the hard days of our brothers are almost over!"

Bai Yuanjie, a hundred households, has a name named Jingchen. Chen Mu has known this person for both lifetimes!
Chapter completed!