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Although Wang Erlaizi looked fierce, he was actually a shrewd and meticulous person. He could do business very well, but he was not a stingy person. Normally, if someone bought some meat from his shop, he would only give them two kilograms.

As for the price Wu Ya gave her, it was really not Wang Erlaizi's fault. She really needed other people to give her food as well.

Qin Wuya was naturally not afraid, but hearing this she still smiled and took a few steps back.

"Oh, isn't this Old Zhang's head? Normally, you only get 5 taels of silver for one serving. Why is it only 3 taels this time?" "As you know, I don't come to this town often. It won't be easy to get such a cheap price after eating."

The middle-aged man who was addressed as Old Zhang laughed awkwardly: "A few days ago, I won some silver coins because of luck. I originally wanted to take advantage of my luck to win a few matches, but I did not expect to lose everything yesterday.

"You! "After being taught a lesson last time, how can you still gamble? Aren't you afraid that your father-in-law will come over and break your legs?" The lackey, who was obviously very familiar with this person, said angrily in a joking manner. However, he still took the copper coin from Old Zhang's head and handed out three small packets of items wrapped in yellow paper.

In the end, Old Zhang carefully took another piece of sackcloth and placed it in his pocket. This time, he chuckled and said: "I don't dare, I won't dare anymore. I won't stop you from doing business. "I have to go back first. Otherwise, your sister-in-law will come looking for you."

"Alright, you go back first. I don't want Sister-in-law to ruin my business." The lackey also laughed and started a new business for those behind him.

Like Old Zhang's head, it was as if everyone knew what the yellow bag on the peddler's shelf was. They had all prepared the appropriate amount of silver coins to exchange, but no one asked or opened the bag to compare.

Wu Ya couldn't help but feel even more curious, what exactly is this thing?

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw a young woman wearing shabby clothes with a simple bun walking up to him. She seemed a bit nervous as she fished out a small bundle of money from her waist. "Give me one tael."

The ones that lined up at the front were at least six to seven taels of silver. The least were those that were like Old Zhang and at least two or three taels of silver. However, this woman only had one tael.

Although the woman looked unfamiliar, she didn't say anything. She just took the money and handed a bag to the woman.

This was originally nothing, but the woman didn't hide it carefully like the others after she received the small yellow bag. Instead, she opened the small yellow bag while trembling.

As the young woman carefully opened it, Wu Ya's heart rose to his throat. Just what was this item?

"What are you doing!?" "Still not putting it away?!"

The woman had barely folded half of the package when she heard the peddler berating her.

The woman looked timid and her hands were shaking due to her nervousness. However, she suddenly became frightened and her hands became unsteady. The yellow paper bag then fell to the ground.

The paper bag had originally been taken apart, but as soon as it fell to the ground, some of it actually came out. Wuya took a closer look and saw that there were a few crystal clear, tiny particles on the yellow sand, shining brightly under the sunlight.

This is!

Wu Ya doubtfully wanted to take a step forward to take a closer look, but he saw that the stall owner's face was filled with anger, he quickly walked over, bent over to pick up the remaining items together with the yellow paper bag, folded them back into the woman's hands, and shouted:

"You woman, who introduced you to me to buy goods? Without telling me, can't I just take the goods off you? "He actually doesn't know the rules!"

"I... "I …" The woman was so frightened that she was at a loss for words. She held the paper bag tightly in her hand, and after a long while, she remembered the small bag she just spilled.

However, that extremely tiny grain of sand could not be picked up after mixing together with the sand. The woman picked for half a day, but she was still unable to pick it up clearly. She could not help but cry out:

"How can this be! "Granny will definitely beat me to death if she finds out. Grandma will definitely beat me to death."

The lackey was probably annoyed by the woman's crying. His face turned dark and he snorted, "What are you crying for!? "If you do not buy it, you should leave as soon as possible so as to not delay my business."

She then walked back to the stall and said, "Who wants more? Buy it quickly, it's all gone because of this woman. If you don't hurry up, I'm leaving!"

When the villagers who were originally watching the scene heard these words, they couldn't care less about the crying woman sitting on the ground. They were afraid that the merchant would really walk away and dig out the money to squeeze inside one by one.

Although the young man's hands and feet were extremely fast, Wu Ya still paid close attention to him. It was actually a pack of pure high quality fine salt.

At the beginning, Wu Ya did not understand why they had to be so secretive when buying salt. However, when he was scolded by the young man, he remembered something that he had neglected.

In the Grand Dynasty, salt was not only a priceless commodity that was difficult to extract, but also an official commodity that was controlled by the imperial government.

It was no wonder that this young man was so on guard. Not only was he dressed like an ordinary man, but he was also an ordinary merchant who sold goods on the street. Even the shelf selling salt was being so disciplined. This style looked a little like that of an underground worker.

It wasn't that Wu Ya was praising them, but that it was true. He didn't even talk about the others, just the methods used to sell them were extremely cautious. Not only did they wrap up the salt in yellow paper to make it look unremarkable, even the people they sold had to be introduced by their acquaintances before they could find out. Everyone only paid money and didn't take apart the goods, even if the unknown crowd like Wu Ya accidentally passed by them, they wouldn't know what was inside.

But no matter how tight the organization was, it couldn't stop the pig-like teammate. Although they felt that the woman just now was very pitiful, but how many people in this world were pitiful. When everyone was living a difficult life, because of your mistake, others might lose their lives.

Wu Yi was a good citizen in his previous life and had never done anything against the law and discipline, but not every generation would have the chance to be a good citizen, for example, in Grand Dynasty.

The Grand Dynasty was much better than the chaotic times that Wu Ya knew about. The Li Family Village was a remote and small village, and the commoners here didn't know much about the government or the government. They didn't even know who was the current emperor, and so on and so forth. But to the commoners, it didn't matter. The commoners only knew that as long as the imperial government didn't raise taxes, didn't go to war to recruit troops, and didn't have any disasters, their days would be extremely good.

But the others were fine, except for the price of the salt. It was not that the Grand Dynasty was unable to produce salt better than the others. In fact, the land of the Grand Dynasty was vast and abundant of materials, which meant that the output of this sea salt was several times greater than that of the other countries.

The other neighbouring countries started to make salt to the Grand Dynasty. There was a saying, "All past generations, those who made salt belonged to the same family." For example, if you're a citizen of a city. ' He was talking about the number of people in the Grand Dynasty who were cooking salt, it was like a market.

But because of the Grand Dynasty's special advantage, all the links of making and selling the salt were run by the officials, and the policy of giving salt orally was not to be sold privately, but rather to increase the Grand Dynasty's financial revenue by a hundredfold.

The villagers like Wuya, who lived in the Tian Tou Mountain, actually did not understand what the business of financing the government was all about, but since the official salt was worth more than a year's worth of money, they could not help but understand why it could not be bought. Forget about the quality of the fine salt, even the worst of the crude salt could only be bought for seventy to eighty percent of the time, it had only been half a year.

When Wu Ya was in Qin family, he saw Old Qin sigh when he returned from town one day. He said that the money he had previously brought with him to buy two taels of fine salt was still not enough to buy one tael of salt.

In the end, Old Man Qin had even scolded her, who was in charge of cooking morning food and lunchtime diet s, and the Madam Lin who was cooking at night, saying that it was a waste for them to not use salt every day.

In fact, he didn't even think about how many heads in the house had to be eaten and drank, how the oil couldn't be used nor salted, and how the taste of the dish could even be reduced to a bird.

At that time, Wuya only thought of Old Man Qin as stingy when he transmigrated, but after a while, he also understood that salt was outrageously expensive.

However, salt was something that no one needed, and they had to buy it when the highest price was needed. If it was a short period of time, it would still be okay, but how could the citizens, year after year, handle it?

It was not as if no representative of the squire had protested and proposed a meaning to the current price of salt, but since salt was given to the world and had already become the root of Grand Dynasty, how could the imperial government ignore such a small complaint from ignorant citizens?

The salt on the market was becoming more expensive, but the truth was that there were a lot of salt producers in Grand Dynasty, and salt was not originally such an expensive item, so it was also because of this, that many salt dealers in Grand Dynasty did this, ignoring the crime of exterminating their entire family.

In fact, there had been private salt dealers throughout the generations, whether they died or benefited wasn't something that could be clearly said with just a few words. But for a poor commoner like Wuya, private salt dealers weren't bad people, after all, they could make ordinary mud legs eat some cheap salt.

According to Qin Wuya's knowledge, a hundred gold coins could only buy five gold coins or coarse salt. The price of the fine salt was unknown but it would definitely be higher than that.

As for the price given by the salt seller just now, it was 60 gold taels, and what Wu Ya saw earlier was a good fine salt.

Without mentioning how the others were thinking, Qin Wuya had already thought about it. She still had three hundred gold in her pocket, she had enough to buy as much as five liang.

When they were still in the town, Wu Ya also thought about buying some salt together, but after thinking about the price, he also shrunk back. He wanted to endure for now and wait until his days were better, then he would reward himself.

Don't blame Wuya for being a law enforcer. Even if he were to say something unpleasant, he wouldn't eat his fill of rice, so he didn't care what kind of crime he committed. It was fine if he could survive.

Seeing the villagers hide their yellow paper bags one by one and leave, Wu Ya looked around to make sure this place was safe, then walked over to the merchant. His heart was beating very fast. Although he had felt at peace with himself just now, he still needed some inner qualities to do something illegal this time.

Wu Ya originally wanted to exchange all the silver on his body for the fine salt, but after some careful thought, he felt that he still needed to save some of his wealth to deal with the emergency. Although there were not many opportunities to take advantage of this, but a person should not be too greedy.

"Here, two hundred and forty gold coins. Give me four taels." He then counted out the remaining silver coins and put them back into the silver pouch before handing the rest over to the seller.

Compared to the crowd of sixty yuan neatly packed together, Wuya's group was obviously collected from scratch. They formed a bag without any pattern, and it was hard to tell how much money he actually had.