Hanhan wanted to go for a walk, so everyone accompanied him. The mayor followed the mayor to the place where salt was sold.
In one corner of the market, someone was selling salt. There was salt on the stall and a scale next to it.
However, no one is buying the salt at the stall. This is normal salt. After buying the salt, the salt will be sold.
The people who bought the salt went to the back and brought their own containers to pack it. The salt seller in the back secretly weighed the salt and gave more.
Seeing the city secretary approaching, they all lowered their heads and stopped what they were doing. The common people were not in a hurry to buy and stood aside.
The city secretary whispered to the head of the village: "They pay a tax of thirty to one tax. The bitter salt they sell does not have a salt guide. Buy a salt guide that can sell salt here. Go to the place where the salt is produced and get the salt guide to make salt." A cover."
Zhu Wentian heard this and understood that the salt-producing land had not been marked by the court, and the merchants could not get the salt from this place.
Merchants have to support the border, deliver things, get salt, come back and collect salt at the designated salt farm, and then sell the salt at the designated place.
When selling salt, the tax is thirty to one, and the profit is very high. You can get almost two hundred kilograms of salt for one stone of rice. Some places are close and require five stone of rice. In the current period.
The price of salt varies depending on the place where it is sold and the salt. Basically, the profit is more than double. Otherwise, why would the merchants work so hard?
Bitter salt has no salt, so buy one, pretend to be fake, and secretly ship it. The key is to pay taxes.
The well salt is brine-dried and dried to form salt particles. The cost of boiling sea salt into salt is high, but it is different in Pingdingshan, Henan, where coal is produced.
The brine of well salt does not need to be put into yellow mud, it is burned directly.
It was the wrong well. Zhu Wentian went over and tasted a few pills. They contained sodium chloride, which was also bitter and contained magnesium sulfate.
The other party was frightened. Why are there so many officials? Don’t we all have a tacit understanding?
We pay taxes, but you don't care whether we have salt from the place of origin. Do you want to go back on your word?
Zhu Wentian looked at the leader, and the leader understood again. His understanding is now incredible.
You may have been dreaming about what Hanhan’s look or slight movement meant.
"Hanhan, don't just put things in your mouth. Come with me and rinse your mouth. Hurry!" The director pulled Hanhan away.
When they went elsewhere, the two stopped, and Zhu Wentian said: "Ask them to send them to Xiaqiu Village by boat. We don't have enough cars. Tell them that if we have any, we will send them directly to Xiaqiu Village."
It has to be this kind. If it's less salty, it's higher. It's all salt and we don't want it. We don't sell salt, so I can't finish it myself.
I'll go over and pick it up later. You can show it to them. Try to use magnesium sulfate heptahydrate. The cleaner the better.
One penny or two pounds, they are responsible for transporting it. There is no limit to the quantity. As long as they have it, they will take it all. "
Zhu Wentian has considered the other party's production costs. As long as the other party upgrades its equipment and uses a large iron pot for cooking salt brine, it will be very efficient.
Others dare not buy like this and support the seller, but Xiaqiu Village can. This thing is not bought as human table salt at all.
It belongs to feed additives for livestock and poultry, medicinal materials for human use, and fertilizers for plants, and has nothing to do with salt.
"They won't lose money?" The manager was concerned about the other party.
"You can pump salt brine at will, use coal at will, and filter the water without adding yellow mud. One person can burn a lot of salt in a day. They will make a lot of money in the early stage."
Zhu Wentian shook his head. If Xiaqiu Village was in that place, everyone would still make a fortune without selling rock candy and soap.
"Okay, okay, just make money if you can, hey hey hey hey!" The manager was relieved, but felt that the sense of ceremony was missing, so he added hey.
"Hey hey hey!" Zhu Wentian also found that he was uncomfortable.
The chief touched Hanhan's head and took Hanhan's hand back.
Zhu Wentian picked out a pile of large grains of salt and held it in his hand: "Okay, look! Hmm! Hey hey hey hey!"
The head of the village stepped forward, took what Hanhan had in hand, and said to the person waiting to be judged: "It's as good as it can be. Our village is Xiaqiu Village. Anyone who asks around knows it.
One penny and two pounds, whatever you have, you can transport it all to the village. There is a river next to the village and you can transport it by boat.
I paid a deposit of 50 guan and deposited it in the county government office. I wrote a deed and put my thumbprint on it. I have the seal of the chief here. "
Several people on the other side were dumbfounded. They were very angry when they first heard about one penny and two pounds. When they heard how much they wanted, they immediately changed to a happy attitude.
How many are collected in full? My own village has become rich, not to mention one penny, two catties, three catties is no problem.
Just as their leader was about to agree, he suddenly remembered something important and looked up at the county officials.
When the magistrate was waiting just now, he was thinking that he would have another meal of mutton soup at noon. This thing would not make you tired of drinking it, it was so delicious.
At this moment, he was slightly stunned: "Yichang, why did your village buy so much salt?"
"This is not salt. My village buys feed for livestock and poultry and gives it to them.
The prescriptions for prevention and treatment I gave you last time included the instructions to feed you some things.
When livestock and poultry grow slowly, they may be lacking something like this, which is not salt, but bitter salt. "
The head of the village firmly refused to admit to buying salt, and the actual situation was also the same. I asked Hanhan back to the village how to use it.
The magistrate nodded repeatedly: "Yes, it's not salt, it's bitter salt. Bitter salt is not salt. The county guarantees it. No deposit is required. You can buy back what you need with the remaining money."
The salt sellers are still confused. What village would let a magistrate guarantee in the name of the yamen?
He took a deep breath: "Send it now? We have brought a lot, and we will send them all to you. There is a boat, and we rented a boat."
"I haven't bought it yet, you sell it to me first." The people who were waiting to buy refused to agree.
"You buy this one, sell this one cheaply, we have to leave." The salt seller shouted, pointing to the normal salt with formalities.
"Can't afford it." The people shook their heads.
"If you pay three cents for a catty, the most you can buy is two catties, two catties for five cents!"
The salt seller just wants to give his bitter salt to the village quickly and let everyone continue to smoke and dry it.
He used two hundred kilograms of salt as a cover at his stall and left after selling it.
This time he took the risk and transported three ships of salt, each with fifty dan, and one stone weighed four hundred kilograms.
After excluding what was sold before, there are still more than 50,000 kilograms and more than 25,000 yuan.
Earn the money as soon as possible and go back to continue cooking. There will be no corvee in the village this year.
If you go out to work for nothing for a month, how much salt can you cook at home? How much food can be sold for? Give food to the court.
"Can I buy four kilograms?" The people who objected just now asked to buy more.
The person behind didn't agree: "Why didn't you say you bought it all? Do you want to buy it? If you don't buy it, I will weigh it for me."
"No, I came first, two pounds is two pounds." The man squeezed the person who was about to come up.
"It's not busy. We have to buy other things. Let's have mutton soup here at noon. Everyone, I'll treat you."
Seeing that the other party was sweating anxiously, the chief wanted to leave immediately, but that couldn't be done. He was inviting the officials to dinner!
In a short time, 200 kilograms of normal salt were sold out, and the leader of the salt sales had to pay taxes.
The magistrate put down his hand and said, "We'll figure it all out later. The stall has been withdrawn. We'll go have some mutton soup later."
He looked down upon the small amount of tax. Thirty taxes per five hundred cents, less than seventeen cents, the kind that could not be eaten with pepper noodles when drinking mutton soup.
