Zhu Youjian: Taizu has an order! kill!

In the cloth bag, the snow-white salt seemed to be a divine object.

Huerta took a breath and trembled slightly as she took it out.

I can see it more clearly now...

Most of the salt in my hand is as white as snow, with some red salt grains mixed in the middle.

I dipped a little bit more into it and put it in my mouth.

moment!

Herta felt the charm of purified table salt!

It has such a pure salt taste and not much bitterness.

"Good salt...really good salt."

"Just why there are red salt grains in the salt."

"It looks a little strange."

Herta knew the salt was quite good just by tasting it.

I'm afraid the legendary green salt is nothing more than that.

"This is called rose salt, and it is extracted through 49 [-] processes."

"The red particles are actually well salt, so named because of its rose-like color."

"Apart from being inferior to snowflake salt, this salt is the best!"

"Eating more can also prolong life, clear the intestines, strengthen yang and replenish qi."

Song Xiaoer explained without blushing or heartbeat.

By the way, open another much smaller bag of salt next to it.

There is snowflake salt inside, without a trace of impurities.

"Rose salt?"

"That's a good name."

"This snow salt should be very expensive."

"Did you, the Ming Dynasty, be so extravagant that you sold this kind of salt?"

Herta turned around and looked even more shocked.

Compared with the one in my hand, the snowflake salt is obviously a higher grade.

"That's not true. Snowflake salt needs to be refined 81 times and [-] times, and it takes three years of purification to get a very small amount."

"It was considered a high-end item in the Ming Dynasty."

"Only the rich and powerful can afford it."

"Most common people eat this kind of rose salt."

“Although it’s a bit cheaper, the advantage is that the quantity is sufficient.”

Song Xiaoer chuckled and continued to talk nonsense.

The so-called rose salt was actually Song Hai adding low-quality well salt in stock.

Stir, stir, and that's it.

Anyway, their salt merchants kept records of how much goods they brought, and no one cared about it.

To use Song Hai's original words, these barbarians are not worthy of eating the fine snowflake salt.

Not only Song Hai, but many businesses are like this.

Anyway, after the snowflake salt came out, the original table salt in their hands was no longer marketable.

Then it would be better to sell it to barbarians to consume a wave of inventory.

As long as it doesn't kill anyone, it'll be fine.

Just like this rose salt is a bag of snow salt + two bags of inferior well salt mixed together.

Of course, they will definitely not tell buyers directly that this is inferior quality.

Anyway, they don't know the situation, so they can just change the name and sell it as high-end salt.

As expected, Herta had no doubts.

Instead, he nodded in agreement.

"This snow salt can be used as a tribute."

"I just don't know what the price is?"

"I have brought a lot of sheep here, and I would like to ask the shopkeeper to give me a good price."

Price?

The corners of Song Xiaoer's mouth curled up slightly.

Hooked!

"A pound of rose salt costs fifty cents."

"A catty of snowflake salt costs three hundred cents."

"How about it? Want some?"

Herta gasped when she heard the price.

So expensive!

Even the salt smuggled in before was only fifteen cents per pound.

This has doubled several times!

And that snowflake salt...

Grab money!

However, considering the quality of these two salts, he suddenly felt that they were not expensive at all.

The quality is so top notch!

"too expensive..."

"Isn't there something cheaper?"

Herta was not a rich person. Although she was very greedy for these two salts, she was short of money.

He could only shake his head and ask with a wry smile.

Turns out he is a poor guy...

The enthusiasm on Song Xiaoer's face immediately dropped.

He casually opened a bag on the far right.

"This is inferior rose salt, priced at fifteen cents per pound."

"No matter how cheap it is, I won't have it anymore."

"You can go look elsewhere."

The so-called defective product is a bag of snowflake salt mixed with ten bags of well salt.

The white spots inside are diluted a lot.

But the price is still very expensive.

"This..."

Looking at the inferior rose salt, the quality has obviously deteriorated a lot.

The corners of Herta's mouth suddenly twitched twice.

The gap is too big!

"call..."

"I have 150 sheep on hand, how much do you charge for them?"

Herta coughed twice and planned to see the purchase price of the sheep first.

If the market is good, buy some good ones.

"My purchase price here is one tael of silver for five sheep."

“It’s relatively affordable.”

"Other stores basically only sell six or seven or one tael."

"Of course, I'm talking about a twenty-pound adult sheep."

Song Xiaoer stretched out five fingers and gave the price.

Five or one tael?

Herta's brows suddenly frowned.

He knew it.

The price of adult sheep in Beijing is around half a tael.

One tael of silver is two.

As a result, here, five can be exchanged for one tael. What a cheat!

"I can't accept this price..."

"Too cheap."

"How about four sheep and one tael."

Herta shook her head and prepared to negotiate a price.

Unexpectedly, Song Xiaoer just closed the salt bag and raised his hand to see the guests off.

"As I said just now, the prices in the store are already very fair."

"We are a large commercial bank, and we focus on volume, so we allow a little more profit."

"If you don't believe it, just go out and ask."

Song Xiaoer's toughness made Herta very unhappy.

damn...

Profiteer!

What kind of bullshit are you pretending to be?

He immediately stopped talking and turned around to leave Song's Salt Shop.

He decided to take a look around again.

He still understands the principle of shopping around.

However...

After half an hour.

Herta returned to the Song Salt Shop with a dark face.

This Song Xiaoer really didn't lie to him. When he went out, he usually only had six and one tael.

There are only a few that can give one tael to five.

And many of them have completed today's purchase quota and no longer buy sheep.

"Has the guest finished inquiring?"

"What, I didn't lie to you."

"In just this hour, I only have half of the snowflake salt left, and I also harvested a lot of sheep."

"If the customer doesn't decide, I may not accept the sale even if you want to sell it."

Song Xiaoer looked up and his tone was teasing.

There is no point in going out and asking for prices.

Salt merchants have already colluded with each other to keep prices on the same line.

As for mutton, big shops only take in so much every day, and there is no room to put more.

Other small businessmen will only lower prices even more crazily for profit.

"All right..."

"I sold it!"

"150 pieces, 30 taels of silver."

Herta sniffed and finally nodded without saying anything more.

30 taels can be exchanged for a lot of salt, and you can also buy some small gifts for the younger members of the family.

"That's right."

"As a friendly reminder, our firm is currently purchasing a large amount of wool."

"The market price is fifty cents per hundred catties, so I'll take sixty cents."

"If you have one at home, feel free to bring it over and sell it to me."

Seeing that Herta agreed to the deal, Song Xiaoer took out an abacus from his arms with satisfaction.

He reminded as he walked out.

He had to go see the sheep and make sure the goods were good before trading.

"what?"

"You want to collect wool?"

"One hundred catties for fifty cents!!"

Herta almost stared out of her eyes when she heard this.

He even patted his ears thinking there was something wrong with his hearing!

Wool can actually be sold for money? ? ?

The price is still so high!

(Brothers, stabilize your ranking~!)

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