As soon as I arrived next door, I saw many people surrounding the second-rate boy before I even entered the door.
The second-rate man was named Wang Ergou, and he had an older sister in front of him. He was a miserable person since he was a child.
When he was born, his mother died of dysfunction. A few years later, his father went out to do short-term work and never came back.
Mr. Wang was lame when he was young and could not do much farm work. Mr. Wang was sick and could not raise the siblings. It was the people in the village who were the ones who were there, and I helped them, so that they raised the siblings.
Therefore, although Wang Ergou was called a "second-rate man" by everyone, he only acted outside and never made any decisions about the village.
"Second-rate, true, fake? Did you make a mistake?"
"That's right, it's true. I just came back from the town. I heard from Brother Niu that something seemed to have happened, so the salt shop closed. When I came back, I quickly borrowed some money from someone and stocked up some salt. Which one of your houses wants, I will share some of the money for each company... Don't worry, I will spend at most some hard work, not too much, just increase the copper coin."
At this time, no one scolded Wang Ergou for being a good person, and one tael of salt would have to increase a copper coin?
If you want to buy a few taels of extra money, you have to pay a lot of extra money?
What they are most concerned about is whether the salt shop in the town is really closed and how long it will take.
Some people also didn't believe it and called the young man at home to take a ox cart to the city to inquire.
When Zhao Gouwa and the others arrived in the city, they realized that the closing of the salt shop was not fake?!
Damn it!
So many people in the city surrounded the door of the salt shop and told them not to close the door and to buy salt. But the waiter of the salt shop looked bitter: "Dear uncles, aunties, don't break the door. It's not that I don't sell it, it's really gone!"
"It's really gone!"
"I don't know what's going on. The boss just sent someone to pull the salt away."
"I don't know, it seems that there is a lack of salt, and I need to transport it from us."
"It's missing everywhere, and I don't know where it is."
"I don't know if it's a war, but it's just a shortage anyway."
...
Zhao Gouwa was very nervous when he heard this.
No?!
What a big deal is going to happen?
Salt is not food, it seems that it’s nothing to eat less, but if you don’t have salt for ten days and half a month, then you will lose your strength. After a long time, you will definitely get a problem with your body.
Moreover, for a long time, why is the salt gone?
Isn't it really going to fight?
But where to fight?
Will they be recruited to fight?
...
Various questions are in my mind. If there are relatives in the city, hurry up and go to the relative's house to inquire.
But what do relatives know? Everyone is the lower class and they all just received the news.
Just when they were in a panic and didn't know what to do, someone came from the yamen, saying that there was salt in the government, and ordinary people in need could bring salt jars and salt bags there to buy it.
Each person is limited to one pound.
Zhao Gouwa didn't ask anything and hurriedly took the money to buy it.
While selling salt, Brother Cha said, "No war."
"The price has not increased, the original price is original price, don't worry, there is a lot of salt, you can see it yourself, it's all in this room."
...
The common people stretched their necks and saw that the temporarily vacant house was indeed filled with salt bags.
There are many holes that can be seen clearly at a glance.
"It's really not going to increase the price? This... I'm afraid it's not salt? The old man has eaten salt for most of his life, but has never eaten such white salt!" An old man looked at the salt in the bag with a shocked look on his face.
The salt in the salt shop is divided into different levels. People like them, the lower class will definitely not be able to afford snow-white fine salt. They have always only bought yellow and coarse grains.
Some of them have poor conditions, and even buy the worst "coarse salt" and go home to process it yourself.
But now, my brother told him that such fine and fine salt was sold to them at affordable salt?!
Depend on!
When is salt so cheap?
"Yes, it's fine salt. As mentioned above, as long as there is no problem in the future, this kind of salt will be sold." said the eldest brother of the school. "This kind of salt is shipped from outside. Because it is as white as snow, it is called 'snow salt'. In the future, you will also open an official salt shop. You can buy it at that time."
"Official salt shop? Your yamen still need to open a shop?"
"It's not our yamen, it's the top, it's the salt shop of the court anyway." The big brother didn't know so clearly. He was just a errand worker.
If it weren't for the orders above and there was still money to take them, he wouldn't be bothered to do such hard work.
Which good-looking guy came to be a waiter?
well……
What was the above idea that he, a little man, could understand clearly?
Zhao Gouwa and the others in the village returned to the village with a large bag of snow salt, and told the town that the original salt shop was indeed closed and heard the house.
When everyone heard this, they were very frightened.
"Why do you have this expression? It's closed, but another yamen has opened."
"Ah? Another yamen has opened?"
"Yes, I said there will be an official salt shop in the future, and it will still sell this kind of 'snow salt'." Zhao Gouwa quickly took out the salt he got for everyone to show, "Look, this one is so white, it's almost the same as snow, so it's called snow salt."
"It won't be very expensive, right?" The villagers' reaction was not that they had salt, but...
The government is not trying to increase the price and sell salt, so it has moved the front and only sold this expensive salt in the future, right?
If that were the case, could they still afford it?
"No, it's the previous affordable salt." Zhao Gouwa reported a number.
"How is that possible?!"
"It's this number. If you don't believe it, you can ask... they bought it with me."
Those people nodded beside them, it was indeed true, it was the price.
To be honest, they still can’t believe it. They spent their usual money and bought fine salt that they could not afford before?!
My brother also said that this kind of "snow salt" is more delicious than ordinary high-quality salt. The stir-fry is particularly fragrant and there is no residue.
But Zhao Gouwa and the others didn't believe it later. How could there be no salt in this world?
At most, it’s a little less, just be careful when eating.
The villagers discussed it and were not in a hurry to go to the city to buy salt overnight. After all, it was too late to enter the city, and the city gates were closed and they were not allowed to enter at all.
But just in case, they would prepare money to buy it early tomorrow morning, so as not to have any changes in the future, which would cause a big problem.
Salt is not as good as grain. They pack more than half a pound per pound and can eat it for a long time, so there is no need to worry about adding salt.
So, if you buy a little more, they will be prepared for it if there is something at that time.
The next day, there were indeed a lot of people who came to buy salt at the entrance of the yamen.
The waiter of the salt shop saw it and hurried back to report to the shopkeeper.
"Is there really so much salt?" The shopkeeper frowned slightly when he heard this.
Shouldn’t salt be in the hands of aristocratic families like their boss? Where did the imperial court get so much salt?
Moreover, it is all high-quality associations.
The waiter nodded and gestured: "Really, I saw a lot of them with my own eyes, and the room was full."
The shopkeeper thought for a while and gave the waiter a task to find a way to buy some salt. He first saw what salt it was.
Chapter completed!