She felt more and more that these people were extraordinary, and she wanted to make friends with them even more.

After drinking tea, everyone's topic returned to salt.

The lowest price given by the system is one pound of salt for one sheep.

Lin Ke felt that this was a huge profit.

You have to know that according to modern prices, a sheep can be sold for more than a thousand yuan.

And salt can be bought for two dollars a bag.

However, salt itself is a strategic material and was even more valuable in ancient times. On this grassland, it is no exaggeration to say that one ounce of salt can be exchanged for three ounces of gold.

So Lin Ke only told Lin Heng the lowest price and left the rest to him.

When Lin Heng heard his daughter say the bottom price, he had an idea in his mind.

He took out a small jar of salt and said, "We sell fine salt. Take a look. Can you give me a price?"

As he said this, he handed the salt shaker to Grandma Sangji.

Sang Ji carefully took the salt shaker handed to him by Lin Heng, opened the lid and took a look.

The crystal clear salt grains are as white and delicate as the first snow in winter, just like snow elves falling into the mortal world.

After getting Lin Heng's consent, she carefully poured out a dozen grains of salt into her palm.

Then she carefully returned the salt shaker to Lin Heng.

He dipped his free hand in some saliva and then stuck all the salt in the palm of his hand onto his own hand.

Only then did he solemnly put it into his mouth and tasted it carefully.

This salt doesn't even have a trace of bitterness!

Sangji had the good fortune to see the fine salt from a noble family before. The quality of that salt was very different from the salt from the people in the Central Plains.