"liquor?"

Zhebyzan smiled bitterly in surprise: "Master Silver Star, do you think we can make wine in such a poor place? We want to drink it, but occasionally someone pulls out the wine from outside, and it is almost mostly mixed with water. The price is very expensive, and it really can't afford to drink it."

I nodded, "I understand, then if we want to buy good salt, what is the price here?"

Zhe Byzan hasn't done much business and is not very flexible. I didn't know that I was asking in the reverse direction and said directly: "A grown horse can buy 200 kilograms of good salt, a ginseng that is ten years old can buy 200 kilograms of good salt, a 20-year-old ginseng plant can buy 400 kilograms of good salt, a 20-year-old ginseng that is twenty years old, and 600 kilograms of good salt... and so on, Polygonatum, Polygonatum, etc., is also the same price. In terms of fur, it depends on the integrity of the fur, and the prices of tigers, bears, foxes, and the prices of furs are also different from those of small beasts. Generally speaking, a complete white tiger skin is worth 500 kilograms of good salt."

I couldn't help swallowing and pointed at his back, "The adult horses you mentioned are not the ones that your knights rode, right?"

"Yes!" Zhebyzhan whispered awkwardly: "In fact, the horses that the warriors who attacked just now were riding were truly good horses. Half of these remaining ones could not be called good horses. Many of them could only buy 120 to thirty kilograms of good salt."

Damn it!

My heart couldn't help but thrive.

The horses we ride now are only 1.22 to 30 meters tall. The horses of the Jurchen tribe are all over 1.60 meters tall. Regardless of their height and weight, they are far more than our divine horse!

Even our current horses need at least ten taels of gold in the south of Essay Island. We sell almost thirty cents per pound of fine salt and two hundred pounds of good salt. It is only six taels of gold. You can only buy old, weak, sick and disabled horses on Essay Island. Don’t even dream about young horses!

Their ten-year-old ginseng also sells six taels of gold. It looks a bit expensive, but the ginseng, Polygonum multiflorum, etc. produced by the Zongduan Mountains and Changbai Mountains have always been top-notch quality. Compared with the Koryo Peninsula, the quality is higher than that of the Goryeo Peninsula, and they are all dry goods, not the kind of freshly dug out.

On our Hokki Island, the ten-year-old Ginseng I bought at the time was twenty taels of gold per piece. The Wuqi family, who was so naughty, is so bad!

The authentic Changbai Mountain and the Zongduan Mountains that have been in the century have been sold in the wealthiest country of the Song Dynasty, even if it sells 200 taels of gold, it will be snatched away?

The other is fur. The complete white tiger skin can be sold for thirty taels of gold on our Hokkien Island, but for them, it is only fifteen taels of gold. After taking it back, it will be twice the profit after replacing it.

In places like the Song Dynasty, where there are fewer ferocious wild animals, it is probably fifty taels or even more expensive. Those rich people are willing to buy them and spread them on their own beds, right?

After calming down, I carried my hand behind and made a gesture to a group of friends. Five or six people quietly retreated into the team and ran backwards.

"To be honest, we don't have any horses." I sighed, "This time we came out, we brought a batch of high-quality salt, which was supplied to the gentry and nobles of the Song Dynasty. I just don't know if we can sell it here."

"Do you have good salt? Or the fine salt from the Song Dynasty?" I was even more excited by Zhe Byzan, and reached out and grabbed my hand: "Mr. Silver Star, how many are there? I can sell it for you!"

"About... about a few hundred thousand kilograms, you probably can't buy that much here, right?"

"Hundreds of thousands of pounds?" Zhebyzan's face turned red, "Please show me and see your goods. If it is good, you will be rich, Master Silver Star!"

"What do you mean?" I looked calm.

"We can be self-sufficient in many things here, but there is no good salt everywhere! The sea salt tastes fishy and rinse, and you want to vomit when you eat it! Good salt depends on the merchants who come over the mountains and rivers from Changbai Mountain and sell it to us!" Zhebyzan said hurriedly: "But their salt is rarely good, and there are many impurities mixed in, and there are very few that we are satisfied with. Not only the price is expensive, but only our ginseng and Polygonum multiflorum, which makes everyone suffer!"

After a pause, he looked at me and said, "Do you want to buy a horse? Don't worry! As long as there is good enough salt, you will have no problem buying hundreds or thousands of horses!"

I smiled slightly, but my hands tightly clenched behind my back: "Captain Zhe Byzhan, you should take a look at the goods first."

My back is now facing Baye and Lauren Dad, but I believe that after hearing Zhebyzan's words, they are probably excited, no less than mine!

It won't take long before a group of friends would return to me, carrying a large wooden barrel and a small jar.

Looking at the large wooden barrel that was almost taller than a person, Zhebyzhan focused his attention on the small jar the next moment. In his opinion, it seemed unlikely that such a simple large wooden barrel would be used to hold salt.

However, I really opened the lid of the big wooden barrel and waved him to come and see him.

After lifting the masked fabric, Zhebyzan's eyes suddenly became bigger and his hands trembled. He first gently stroked the salt, then inserted his hand into the salt, grabbed it, and then exposed a gap between his fingers. Slowly, the thin white salt as thin as sand leaked from his fingers.

The group of Jurchen warriors behind him were also breathing tightly, and they held the knife handle with their big hands. If it weren't for the fact that they were all taller and more powerful than them, they would have rushed over to grab the salt directly.

The next moment, Zhebyzan picked a little salt, first tasted a little, then closed his eyes and slowly savored the taste.

I was not stingy either. I signaled Silang to grab a handful and divided a little bit of it to the group of Jurchen men behind them in turn. So they and their patriarchs carefully tasted the taste of high-quality salt.

"good!"

After a long time, Zhebyzan sighed: "Young Master Yinxing, you did not lie to me. Such deliciousness and purity are indeed the best salt that can only be eaten by the noble men of the Song Dynasty!"

He was trembling all over, thinking about the fine salt as thin as sand and white as snow, sprinkled on the barbecue lamb and beast meat, and the deliciousness emitted by the barbecue... A man like Zhebyzan, who was in his forties, did not feel the fantasy pleasure of wandering proudly in his dreams.

"This kind of refined salt is probably a little better than what you call good salt?" It was not until this time that I said leisurely. (To be continued...)
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