When everyone started to calm down, Ren Baqian tidied up his robe and said to Tong Zhenye, "Although we can produce salt, there is still a problem that we need to pay attention to."
"What problem?" Tong Zhenye was startled. He had just received good news and was afraid that Ren Baqian would say bad news.
"The distance between the two outlets is a small problem. Although it consumes a lot of manpower, Dayao can afford it. " Ren Baqian pondered for a while and said.
Dayao has a population of 30 million. Even if one person consumes one kilogram of salt a year, 1,000 people will consume one ton, and 10 million people will consume 10,000 tons. This amount is too large, "Ren Baqian said. This was calculated based on the fact that the average intake of salt in Dayao was much less than the average person on Earth.
The normal intake should be double what Ren Baqian said.
Ren Baqian calculated in his heart. The pot of brine just now should have produced 1.5 kilograms of salt, and the proportion of salt produced was about 4%. This meant that 100 kilograms of brine could produce four kilograms of salt.
With the strength of the Dayao people, they could at most carry 200 kilograms of brine on the mountain roads, which produced eight kilograms of salt.
Not to mention the problem of containers, it would take two days to go to the yellow brine and back. Even if the place where the salt was boiled was placed between the black brine and the yellow brine, it would still take a day and a half.
It was the same for the black brine.
Including the rest time, it was equivalent to one person bringing back four kilograms of brine in two days. One ton of salt could be produced 180 times a year, regardless of rain or shine.
In that case, at least 10,000 people would be needed to transport the brine.
In addition to boiling and drying the salt, at least 11,000 people would be needed.
However, in reality, 20,000 people would be needed. After all, transporting the brine was actually hard work.
In addition to those who made the containers, transported the water buffalo milk, and transported the ingredients, a total of more than 20,000 people would be needed. This was calculated based on the minimum consumption of one kilogram of salt a year.
If Dayao's salt production was sufficient to meet its daily needs, it would require even more manpower. At least 10,000 more people would be needed.
Of course, this price was acceptable for Dayao to pay for salt production.
The problem lay in another point.
"The main problem is that the amount of brine can't keep up with such a large consumption," Ren Baqian said after some thought. "The Blackwater Pool is still alright. I've paid attention to the place where the yellow brine comes out. There should only be twenty to thirty tons of water flowing out in a day. That's too little salt production."
The flow rate of 20 to 30 tons was far from Ren Baqian's requirements. Even with a considerable amount of black brine mixed in, only about two tons of salt could be produced. Seven hundred tons of salt a year was too little, not even one-tenth of the total consumption.
At first, Ren Baqian thought of expanding the area, but later on, he felt that this wasn't a good idea. Because the water flow was small and not rapid, it meant that it wasn't just the problem of the exit, but the distance from the underground to the exit wasn't long.
"Does Sir Ren have an idea?" Tong Zhenye asked.
"There's one thing. Well drilling. Since black brine and yellow brine can be produced, it means that there is more than one sealed underground seawater lake. If we dig a well in a suitable place, we can bring the spring closer, save manpower and resources, and also solve the problem of insufficient brine. "
"That's easy." Tong Zhenye chuckled. If it was any other problem, he would be worried, but digging a well was not a difficult task.
"What if it's a few hundred meters or a thousand meters deep?" Ren Baqian asked faintly. Furthermore, it wasn't just a well. The location of the seawater lake was too deep, and it was difficult to determine its location.
At present, all they knew was that there was an 80% chance that they could reach it by drilling in the vicinity of two springs.
However, the distance was too far, and it was difficult to meet Ren Baqian's requirements.
Ren Baqian didn't believe that there weren't seawater lakes in other parts of this mountain.
In the long run, drilling a well was more suitable.
However, this wasn't something that could be done overnight.
One had to know that in ancient times on Earth, it would take a year or even a few years to drill a well.
The aboriginals were strong, but they wouldn't be of much help in this matter.
"Let's build the salt boiling plant first. If there isn't enough yellow brine, we can use another method that only uses black brine to boil salt, even though it's slower. I just hope that the black pool can last a little longer. "Ren Baqian thought for a long time and felt somewhat helpless.
This was a problem that he had raised, but it wasn't something that could be solved overnight.
Even if they were to dig wells at multiple locations at the same time, they might be lucky enough to find one or two that could be used. However, it would take at least a year.
That night, Ren Baqian made another trip to Earth. When he came back, he brought along something that looked rather strange.
It was completely black, had a thin tube at the front, and was slightly longer than Ren Baqian.
In addition, there were a few heavy boxes.
"What's this?" Lin Qiaole was a little curious.
"Just a little preparation. In a few days, I will teach Great Xia how to behave," Ren Baqian said confidently. At the same time, he despised that bunch of stingy people. It took a lot of effort to obtain a heavy machine gun and ammunition.
Even though the matter of the salt pan hadn't been completely resolved, he was already making preparations to look for the empress.
This was the type 85 12.7mm anti-aircraft machine gun that he had just obtained from the nation.
It was 2.15 meters long, weighed nearly 19 kilograms, and weighed 18 kilograms. It had a theoretical firing rate of 650-700 rounds per minute and an effective range of 1,600 meters. Within this range, it could split a person into two.
Ren Baqian was a little excited at the thought of bringing this thing to the battlefield. At that time, he would definitely get someone to take a photo of his heroic appearance and leave it for future generations.
He would be the legendary Rambo Ren.
For the next two days, Ren Baqian accompanied Tong Zhenye to the Black Pool and the Yellow Brine Spring. He also found a location that he felt was more suitable to build a salt pan. At least, this location didn't require too many detours. Furthermore, after cutting down the weeds and trees along the way, it was easier to carry the container and walk.
At the same time, he also selected seven or eight locations to prepare for drilling wells.
According to Ren Baqian, he had a unique technique for selecting locations.
In any case, other people would have to rely on blind guesses, so he might as well do it himself. What if he guessed correctly?
Every night, he would explain to the people from the Ministry of Works about the design drawings of stop-drilling. Stop-Drilling completely relied on people to step on the pedal and used the principle of leverage to drill. It was slightly more advanced than a single cylinder well and was already the best method in this world that didn't use modern machinery.
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"Your Majesty, Dayao's letter has been sent back."
In the palace of Great Xia, an old man sat on a high chair with two rows of civil and military officials standing below.
"Read it!" The old man revealed a smile on his face.
At present, 500,000 soldiers had already entered Dayao's territory and opened up a path. 200,000 reinforcements had already arrived at the border, and 300,000 new soldiers were still training in Great Xia's territory.
His goal was to conquer Dayao with an army of a million soldiers.
At present, the development of the war had also reached his initial expectations. After opening the door, Dayao was already like a young girl that could be manipulated by anyone.
However, Dayao's letter should have been sent before the war started. He didn't know what that little girl from Dayao wanted to say and how she would explain it.
Although no matter what she said, it was impossible to make Great Xia retreat, listening to her explanation and combining it with the current progress of the war, it was still quite amusing.
Xia Jingdi and Xia Jiulong were sitting on high chairs, feeling very satisfied.
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