Chapter 88: Fine Salt

Looking at these seemingly Ordinary salt grains, they were about to take on new life in Cheng Feng's hands.

One must know, even coarse salt costs one tael of silver per catty.

Fine Salt, however, is worth dozens of times more than coarse salt.

One catty of Fine Salt is ten taels of silver, and in some places, it can even reach a high price of fifteen taels.

That is enough for Cheng Feng to buy another high-quality maidservant.

Cheng Feng carefully poured the coarse salt into a container prepared beforehand, then slowly added clear water.

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

He picked up the filtering tool and gently poured the liquid into it. Although this tool was made very crudely, in his hands, it seemed to have a life of its own, precisely filtering the impurities out of 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 the most critical moment had arrived. He cautiously poured the filtered salt water into another container, then lit the stove fire to begin evaporating the water.

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

Time passed second by second, and the salt water over the stove fire began to evaporate slowly. Cheng Feng stared at it without blinking, fearing any mistake might occur.

Finally, when all the water had evaporated, a layer of pure 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; that inconspicuous little bit of knowledge from his past life was a grand feat capable of changing the world here in the Great Zhou.

It is a pity that he has not yet built up momentum, otherwise Cheng Feng would have long wanted to earn a hundred thousand or eighty thousand and spend it to his heart's content.

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

He packed the Fine Salt into a clean earthenware jar and weighed it; three taels of silver for three catties of coarse salt had been exchanged for one and a half catties of Fine Salt, with an estimated value of fifteen taels.

This is a fivefold profit!

A figure that even Cheng Feng himself finds eye-watering when he does a rough calculation.

Unfortunately, if this thing were to be discovered, there would definitely be no good end.

It is only because Cheng Feng now has martial strength for protection, plus a subordinate like Babai who would never betray him, that he can proceed with the operation.

If it were only Cheng Feng alone, to be honest, Cheng Feng would not dare; seeking wealth in danger is for when one has nothing at all.

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

It is only because he has Babai that Cheng Feng has the confidence.

As it turned out, just as he was prepared to clash with this small gang, he discovered it had someone behind it, a force definitely stronger than Cheng Feng.

Cheng Feng is not yet at the point of going to fight someone with bayonets over a business he has not even met yet.

Cheng Feng is still young, he still has his Panmian, and there are plenty of opportunities.

The prerequisite is that Cheng Feng himself stays safe first.

If he were constantly in imminent danger, Cheng Feng would not lack the courage to risk his life.

Unfortunately, it is not yet that time.

The Hutou Gang, is it?

Cheng Feng has noted it down.

The first stage has failed for now, so naturally, Cheng Feng no longer has a good mood.

Thinking of turning back to find Wang Hu to inquire further, Cheng Feng is afraid that the unknown powerhouse might be lingering there; meeting them head-on would be disastrous.

Unable to think of anything after pondering all around, Cheng Feng returned home directly, to his Room One.

Cheng Feng is even afraid of being followed!

After observing all around Room One for a while, Cheng Feng then turned and headed toward the Cheng Mansion.

"It seems I will have to get used to carrying a blade from now on."

In his daily life, Cheng Feng considers his Blood Refining Realm sufficient for self-preservation, but tonight's encounter forces Cheng Feng to be on guard.

It is still his behavioral habits from his past life that have not been changed.

Also, he is someone who has a bodyguard, yet he is not used to bringing Babai along.

This is also not good.

After pouring out his troubles to Xiao Qing, Cheng Feng used his "sage time" to reflect on his own shortcomings.

Cheng Feng believes in the saying that a fool's thousand thoughts must yield one gain.

Cheng Feng, who does not consider himself that kind of smart person, can still get some useful advice by thinking more.

In the silent night, Cheng Feng held the increasingly plump Xiao Qing and fell into a peaceful sleep.

The chill of late night crept in quietly, and Cheng Feng's body seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, floating away from the bed.

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

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

Cheng Feng's heart trembled violently, wanting to flee this terrifying scene, but his legs were as heavy as if filled with lead.

He could only watch helplessly as Xiao Qing slowly approached; finally, her face twisted into a ferocious grin in the darkness.

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

Cheng Feng does not know why he had such a nightmare; the Martial Artist's training has made Cheng Feng's physique strong and his spirit stable, and his sleep quality is super good, but this sudden nightmare is the first time Cheng Feng has encountered one since he started practicing martial arts.

The Xiao Qing in the dream was ferocious and terrifying, but now that he is awake, Cheng Feng does not blame Xiao Qing.

But to understand this sudden nightmare, Cheng Feng still has to confirm a few things.

With Cheng Feng's current physique, it would be fine even if he did not rest for a few days.

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

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

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

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

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

Looking at Cheng Feng, who had run over early in the morning to pay his respects,

Wang Tieshan knew that his Closed-door Disciple must have encountered trouble.

If there were nothing the matter, would he have come so early?

Wang Tieshan sipped his morning tea and said calmly, "Speak slowly if there is anything; looking at how anxious you are, how will you achieve great things in the future?"

Cheng Feng naturally acknowledged this, and then told him the situation he was facing, point by point.

Of course, the Fine Salt was still kept hidden, replaced with simply wanting to find a way to earn money.

A real man cannot stay under others for long!

Wang Tieshan feigned anger and said, "It seems my Tieshan Martial Arts Hall really cannot contain a 'real man' like you?"

"No, no," Cheng Feng said with a fawning smile, "It's just that I was thinking of being a boss myself! Disciple is now a Martial Artist in the Blood Refining Realm, and I don't have any grand ambitions; I just felt like playing around for a bit."

This was the reason why Wang Tieshan felt that Cheng Feng failed to live up to his expectations.

Cheng Feng's bizarre talent left Wang Tieshan with no solutions; if one cannot enter the gate in the early stages, what is the use of exerting effort later on?

Even so, Cheng Feng was still in the Blood Refining Realm, Lao Jiu was still the same as always, and Lao Ba could not be counted on at all.

The first four disciples had indeed reached Blood Refining, and they were needed to handle matters in every aspect, so they were busy running around and could not get away.

Only his own old bones were left to look after the Martial Arts Hall.

Relying on his rich experience, Wang Tieshan could not say for sure what Cheng Feng's future would be,

but at least he was in the Blood Refining Realm; at this age and this realm, saying too much was useless, so he could only watch Cheng Feng's performance quietly.

In case there was some sort of obstacle, a Blood Warrior could still be considered a core member of the middle ranks.