Damn it, why is the Zhou Dynasty full of incompetent officials?
For a moment, everyone was very angry.
Even Ma Sanyuan was no exception. He widened his eyes and trembled, "Ten... ten strings of cash? Young General, is this salt ten strings of cash per pound?"
Li Dejian looked at Ma Sanyuan and nodded, "Not bad, ten strings of cash!"
Ma Sanyuan was stunned. He rubbed his hands and asked respectfully, "Young General, can I have another bowl?"
He is a peddler who has traveled all over the country over the years and has seen some of the world.
He had never heard of or seen salt that tasted so good.
The price of ten strings of cash is quite reasonable for its taste and appearance.
In the future, it will probably be a luxury enjoyed by the rich.
It would be a waste if you don’t drink it. Drink it slowly this time and remember the taste.
From then on, he was also a person who had drunk white salt water worth ten strings of cash. How proud would he be if he could tell others about it?
"Hah, work hard!"
Qin Yuan had instructed that there was no need to be stingy with the salt water, so Li Dejian naturally didn't feel bad about it.
Yes, it’s free, if you don’t take advantage of a good deal you’re a fool!
With Ma Sanyuan as an example.
The salt water business became popular all of a sudden. In less than an incense stick of time, the big pot of boiling water was empty.
But not a single pound of salt was sold.
Seeing that several kilograms of salt had been thrown in, Murong Yanran became anxious: "Qin Yuan, can you do it?"
"Don't worry, just be patient." Qin Yuan was very calm.
"This is not your money, of course you don't have to be anxious!" Murong Yanran was anxious and annoyed, and stomped her feet heavily.
Qin Yuan took a sip of tea and said slowly:
"Why are you in such a hurry? Just wait and see."
"These people are either spies, ruffians, peddlers, or ordinary people who are just watching the fun."
"Where can you buy this salt? They're not our target customers at all."
"Just be patient. Once the news gets out, someone will come."
Murong Yanran stabbed him fiercely and said angrily, "I hope it's as you said, otherwise..."
“Pay me money!!!”
At this time.
A four-horse carriage stopped at the intersection.
Everyone's attention was immediately drawn over there.
I saw an old man with silver hair and black temples getting off the carriage.
The old man held his long hair in his hands, wore a Confucian scarf on his head, and two long ribbons trailed behind his crown. He was dressed in a well-washed green robe and cloth shoes, and a half-sleeved long jacket on the outside. A long sword hung from his waist, and he didn't even hold a folding fan that was popular among scholars.
He had a stern expression, his eyes were bright and sharp, his slanted eyes were gleaming with brilliance, and there were deep scars at the corners of his eyes, as dense as spider spit.
Every gesture and movement reveals the endless majesty of a king!
"This is……"
"Grand Scholar Wen Zongming of the Great Zhou Dynasty!"
"Ming Daru is here!"
The whole street exploded in an instant!
Everyone was extremely excited and respectful, their eyes full of respect!
The spokesperson is in place.
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