The guards' expressions softened when they glanced at the wild boar, which weighed over 50 pounds. They were genuinely comforted, as it had been a long time since they had eaten meat to their heart's content.
"I want twenty catties of salt. I'll trade you sweet potatoes or wheat, it's up to you." This was said to Song Zhuiyan, who was registering the items. Since no one had money, they could only barter.
Actually, none of the things we brought back cost money; they were all looted from Duke and his gang. We could give them to the villagers, but as the saying goes, "a little kindness is appreciated, but too much kindness breeds resentment." If we didn't have money, we would exchange goods for them.
"Anything is fine, take whatever you have." This is negotiable. Many people will definitely bring corn and sweet potatoes to trade. These two things have a high yield, but they get a bit cloying after eating too much. They are not as tasty as wheat and rice.
“My family grows a lot of millet, and I trade it for other things,” a villager said.
"Anything is fine, it doesn't matter what it is, we can exchange it this time, but who knows what might happen next time." Next time, the items brought might be bought with silver, so naturally, we can't just exchange whatever we have.
"Then let's exchange more." The villagers were all very shrewd and immediately understood the other meaning: if it's cheap this time, the price will go up next time.
"Take it easy, the quantity is limited, so distribute it carefully," Song Zhuiyan called out to remind them.
"Whoever needs a quilt, you can bring anything to exchange, hurry up, there are only ten, first come first served." Song Tantan chose the easier task, Ye Moxun was the most idle, he sat there to help watch the scales.
They brought this scale back from outside, just to make it easier to distribute the salt, so that some fussy people wouldn't complain about who got too much or too little.
They brought back about 100 jin of salt. There are a total of 16 households in Songlin Village, excluding Zhong Qingyi and Song Zhuiyan's family. They had to go out of the mountains, so they wouldn't share the salt with everyone. After dividing, each family would get about 10 jin.
"Use these for now, and bring some back for everyone next time you come back," Song Zhuiyan said loudly.
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