I really don't want to lose the country

It really is salt!

But...it's really as white as snowflakes!

Murong was a little shocked.

Although he had guessed, Ye Qing still surprised him when he said it himself.

Salt can be made so pure, it is definitely a holy thing bestowed by God.

It must have touched the fairies of Ah La Mountain, it was their holy tears shed!

Murong negative body trembled, excited.

"May I have a taste, Your Highness?"

Ye Qing nodded, and Murong Ling wiped it with his hand.

He found it so salty that he wanted to cry.

This taste is so authentic, it tastes like salt.

No impurities at all!

"Thank you, Your Highness, for giving me the salt!" Murong Yun knelt down suddenly, knowing that Ye Qing asked him to come and cooperate, and he was willing to sell salt for this reason.

Sells Snowflake Salt.

It's a real money-maker.

"Get up, I called you here just for this salt, and you have tasted it, so I'll make a long story short, I want you to sell them to all the nobles in the grassland for this price!" Ye Qing stretched out five fingers.

Murong said: "Your Highness, you mean fifty words?"

Ordinary coarse salt is five or six yuan a catty, and snowflake salt is ten times higher, which is very kind.

Ye Qing shook his head, Murong Cheng said again: "Your Highness said five hundred words!"

Ye Qing still shook his head, Murong took a deep breath and wiped his breath, and said, "Your Highness is thinking of five thousand Wen!"

"No! It's five thousand times!" Ye Qing laughed.

Five thousand times, according to the current market price, coarse salt is fifty yuan, five thousand times is twenty-five thousand yuan!

Surrounded by Murong Cheng's ups and downs in shopping malls and border areas, and being a spy in Dazhou, he was also frightened.

The buttocks slid forward involuntarily.

Five thousand times!

You want to steal money!

Just thinking of this number made his teeth feel cold.

"Your Highness, is it too expensive!" Murong couldn't believe it, and he didn't want to sell it so expensive.

It is so expensive, how can everyone afford it.

Ye Qing smiled: "Is it expensive? It's not expensive at all. This is snowflake salt. It is extremely pure and noble, luxurious and silky. Only noble people can enjoy it. We sell not only its value, but also its noble meaning."

The luxury of nb is accompanied by silkiness!

Noble but not worth the money, not a fart.

As a businessman under the cover, he has been in business for so many years, and he understands that those unrealistic things are basically a fart.

The naked benefits are fundamental.

"Your Highness, I'm afraid it's not easy to go far away from the grassland. You know, those bitter people have no money!" Murong really didn't want to sell such expensive snowflake salt to his own group. The aristocrats spend money, but isn't it good for the warriors who use their wealth to fight the Great Turks?

Ye Qing knew that Murong Cheng wanted to know, and also knew that he would refuse, so he shook his head slightly and said:

"No, there is never a shortage of money on the grasslands. You can't imagine how rich they are. What they lack is the best thing like snowflake salt, and you don't have to sell it with money to buy snowflake salt. You can exchange it with other things, even It's okay if it's something worthless..."

We've been rich, what are you talking about in the grasslands, Murong Ling secretly slandered him, but he was quickly attracted by what Ye Qing said later, and hurriedly asked:

"Your Highness! Can I exchange it with something worthless?"

Main text Chapter 162 Wool, beef cattle, mutual market

"I heard that the wool on the prairie is burned as waste after being sheared. In fact... I'm quite interested in them."

"wool!"

Murong was stunned.

Some were dumbfounded.

Ye Qing is right, this thing is indeed useless waste.

Whenever the grassland weather gets warmer, the herdsmen have to shear the sheep, one is to keep the sheep cool and have a comfortable summer.

Second, when the sheep are cool and comfortable, they will grow faster and fatter.

So when the weather is hot, it is important to trim wool on the grassland.

But the wool thing is useless, it smells bad, and it can't be eaten or used.

Throwing it on the grassland takes up space and covers the grassland, which affects the growth of forage and is unfavorable to water and soil.

So the best way is to burn it with a fire.

"Your Highness, do you want that thing?" Murong asked with deep curiosity:

"What are you doing with it, Your Highness?"

Ye Qing said with a mysterious smile: "The southeast of my Zhou Dynasty is the Chuyue Kingdom, and the southeast of the Chuyue Kingdom is the overseas islands. I heard from the traveling merchants that the people of those island countries have never seen sheep, and they don't know what sheep are. I am very interested in this wool and am willing to spend money to buy it, so I want to get a batch of high-quality wool and see if I can do business with overseas island countries.”

"So that's what it is, then you can really wipe it off." Murong Cheng had the original expression on his face.

Feelings are Ye Qing found a business route

The overseas islanders are ignorant and ignorant, they have never even seen sheep, and they are interested in wool.

It's really a big world, everything is there.

As a businessman, Murong knew that this business relied on traveling from south to north, selling from east to west, in order to generate value.

What is useless in one place is desperately needed in the other.