Every citizen held his own bowl, basin or small cloth bag in his hand.
After registering my information with my ID, I received the salt.
The people who received the salt looked at the snow-white salt in the bowl and felt as if they were dreaming.
"This...is this salt?"
“Salt is white?”
A commoner held the snow-white and delicate salt in his rough and skinny hands.
The shock in his eyes could not be described in words.
Such a precious thing, and they were actually given it to eat?
Or send it to them for free?
If he were to sell it, I'm afraid his wages alone wouldn't be enough to buy half a pound!
Your Majesty just gave it to him for free?
No money??
The common people, who had just walked a few steps away, turned back and walked hesitantly to the palace servants who were distributing salt.
"Well... well, sir, this... this salt is really free?"
The palace servant took a moment out of his busy schedule to reply, "No money."
"This is free, can you eat it?"
"Is this thing really non-toxic?"
Hearing this, the people around looked over.
They want to know too.
The palace maid said, "It's edible, it's really not poisonous."
"The emperor in the palace all eats this salt."
Afraid that the people would not believe him, the palace servant simply grabbed some salt with his hands and put it directly into his mouth.
"Look, it's not poisonous, right?"
"I ate it all. If it was poisonous, I would have died long ago. How could I still be standing here handing out salt to you?"
It seemed that the palace maid was indeed fine, and her expression did not change at all.
Only then did the people feel relieved.
Then they started talking about the salt.
"The official said earlier that this salt is called fine salt, a new type of salt developed by His Majesty."
"Yes, and this salt-making recipe was given by you, sir."
"This recipe is great. The salt it makes is snow-white."
"And this salt isn't poisonous."
"The coarse salt I bought from a shop in the city before was not only ugly, but it could also cause health problems."
"Everyone says that coarse salt is inedible, but how can the body survive without it?"
“...........”
The ministers and wealthy merchants in Xianyang City also received the news.
It was said that the palace had produced fine salt, which was distributed free of charge to the people in the city.
Some merchants and vendors even wanted to spend money to buy fine salt from the people.
Then sell it at a high price.
But unexpectedly, the people were unwilling to sell.
Just as they were thinking about how to buy fine salt and then resell it, another notice was posted at the palace gate.
The general meaning is that fine salt will be distributed free of charge to the people at the palace gate for five consecutive days.
As long as you bring your ID, you can get a free portion of salt.
Each household and each person can only receive it once.
Next month, the palace will arrange the sale of fine salt at two cents per pound.
Once this notice was issued, the merchants and vendors were completely cut off from their escape route.
Two cents per pound?
How can we do this?
The coarsest and lowest quality salt they bought cost ten cents per pound at the cheapest.
How can you compare with this fine salt that costs only two cents per pound?
Who is still willing to buy it?
Isn't that something only a fool would do?
Why don’t you want to use the good and cheap salt and buy the expensive and bad coarse salt?
The merchants and vendors were depressed, but the people were happy.
Two cents is good.
You can buy such good fine salt for two cents.
From now on they won’t have to worry about salt.
The people are unprecedentedly united in their support for Ying Zheng!
Their Majesty is still the best.
Zhang Tailu had just come out of the palace and started shouting as soon as he entered his home.
"Dad! Dad! Come here quickly!"
An old man came out from the corner cursing, "What are you doing?"
"All you do is yell all day long. What do you want me to do?"
"Dad! Look!"
Zhang Tailu held a large bowl in both hands as if he was presenting a treasure.
The old man looked down in confusion.
There was a bowl filled with something snow-white, and the news he had overheard this morning.
His eyes widened immediately, "This...is this fine salt?!"
"Yes, Dad!"
Zhang Tailu nodded and said, "This is fine salt, a gift from His Majesty."
He just came out of the palace.
As per the rules, I was given a large bowl of fine salt.
The old man was shocked. "What? A reward from His Majesty?!"
“Even a small official like you at the end has it?”
Zhang Tailu said awkwardly, "Dad, don't say that."
"Although my official position is low, at least I can enter the palace and attend court."
"I got a share of the tables, chairs, tea sets, and other gifts, so why can't I get a share of this fine salt?"
The old man said: "Ah, okay, okay, Dad knows you are good."
"Do all the ministers and officials in the court have this fine salt?"
"Yes, I have."
Zhang Tailu said, "Every minister has one."
"Dad, try it, this salt is really salty."
The old man looked at the bowl raised in front of him and said, "Roll, roll, roll!"
"If the fine salt His Majesty gave me isn't salty, what else can be salty? Hurry and take it to the kitchen to cook."
"I have to try it later to see what the food made with this fine salt tastes like."
Looking at the old man's fierce face, Zhang Tailu was not angry.
He quickly took the bowl and went to the kitchen, asking the chef to cook quickly.
When Ying Zheng brought his men to the inn again.
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