"Second Uncle, it's not really a world-class treasure." It's just a bar of soap, hardly a world-class treasure. Zhao Yao's dream world had too many good things, any of them could cause a huge sensation in Great Zhou.
"How did you come up with this treasure?"
Zhao Yao thought for a moment, raised his index finger, and said, "I dreamed of it." He wasn't lying; he had indeed dreamed of it.
Liang Run was half-believing, half-doubting Zhao Yao's words, but he didn't press further. Instead, he said, "It's a pity we can't sell it for now."
"Second Uncle, you can't sell it, but Grandfather can." Zhao Yao just thought of this, and said with a radiant face, "Grandfather is now the governor of Yangzhou, the highest official in Yangzhou. The most important thing is that the aristocratic families in Yangzhou were eliminated by Father Emperor, so no one is more powerful than Grandfather, nor can anyone threaten him. We can let Grandfather make pork lard soap to sell."
