Yue Ling'er, who had just tasted the forbidden fruit, had been lingering with Wu Yonglin until the sun was noon before getting up. But his younger brother Yue Fei had been here many times. The mature Yue Fei always sighed and often said that the word "seman" was a knife on his head. He didn't know how to restrain himself, and I was already burning my butt here.

Gangchacheng has recently started to lack salt, and even the largest salt merchants have clouds on their faces.

Originally, I could get a certain amount of salt from Qingtang City at a high price, but since the two sides fought, Qingtang City not only cut off salt, but also had all business dealings such as tea. This tea can still bear it. If you don’t eat salt for a day, you will be sick all over and feel that you can’t use your strength.

Only then did Wu Yonglin understand why Yue Fei kept socializing with those merchants at the front end, it turned out to solve the various reasonable demands made by the merchants. Naturally, some people kept giving him gifts. If you let him care about these things, it would be even more uncomfortable than killing him. During that time, Wu Yonglin was discussing the matter of preaching Buddhism with Jiumo Xuankong, so he naturally didn't care about these miscellaneous things in Yue Fei's hands.

Until today, Yue Fei came to find him, and it was already imminent. If he didn't think of a solution, he might have to cut off the salt in ten days and half a month. Moreover, the salt price has been soaring during this period, and a small bag of salt can be replaced with a very good war horse.

Wu Yonglin thought about it and found it funny. As the Qinghai region with the richest salt stock, it has become a living by importing and exporting salt. Which of the Charhan Salt Lake in Qinghai is not the best way to solve this dilemma at will?

In Wu Yonglin's opinion, these Wei Dynasty people were extremely stupid. The well salt transported from Chengdu Prefecture can not only solve a large number of poor people who make a living, but also solve a large number of strategic resources for them, such as war horses, cowhide armor, and ox horn bows. They did this and completely shot themselves in the foot.

They never appear in Wu Yonglin's dictionary. Tubo was controlled by the Wei Dynasty for so many years because of salt. Did the Westerners never think that there was salt on their land? Or were the Wei Dynasty people always bewitching them by their side? They made them forget to open this unknown resource? It is estimated that most of the latter.

Wu Yonglin decided to change this situation. He didn't need salt at the door and had to stretch his neck and let others slaughter it. He couldn't do such a stupid thing. The significance and impact of this matter was far-reaching. The interests in this matter were likely to involve a large group of people. Before that, everything had to be carried out secretly. If he really couldn't hide it one day, he would also bring a large group of people into the water.

The Charhan Salt Lake can be said to have occupied the largest salt output in China at that time. It was a few days away from Gangcha. In addition, the separatist forces in several surrounding areas, whether it was opened there was still an unknown number. Wu Yonglin learned from the merchants that the Tubo people in Golmud and Dulan still relied on the salt of the Wei Dynasty. The salt produced from the Charhan Salt Lake was easy to have diarrhea. Wu Yonglin just smiled. These people were far away and were mostly fooled by the nobles. If the civilians really did not exchange precious salt from the nobles, where did the nobles get the money for silk, tea, iron pots, porcelain and other daily necessities exported by the Wei Dynasty? It was just that this practice made Wu Yonglin feel a bit too much. This is actually no different from Ming robbing.

How many days will it take to make salt? When the salt is brought back from the Chaerhan Salt Lake, these people probably have stopped. Compared to the Chaka Salt Lake, which is not far from Qinghai Lake, this geographical location is just at the junction between Tianjun and Dulan, and it should belong to the boundary of Sanno. With the several clutches left by Xiasangjia, Wu Yonglin has the confidence to get this batch of salt back within the scheduled time.

Wu Yonglin asked Zhang Hu, Luo Pingyang, Cuomuli, and Duanmuxiong to prepare for it for a while. They rowed the fast boats to go southwest of Qinghai Lake under the night. There were always some hidden dangers in the mountains, and being cautious is always good.

Compared with the excessive opening of Qinghai Lake in later generations, Qinghai Lake is like a mysterious angel at this time. The lake water is clear and sweet, the lake surface is as bright as a mirror, and the surroundings are as quiet as a natural curtain. Stars flash in the sky. Wu Yonglin lay on the deck, admiring the lake and mountains, and it is difficult to fall asleep for a long time. He likes such nature. If he is apart from the bloody killing around him, he is willing to stay here forever. The progress of civilization is at the expense of this boundless beauty, is it really worth it?

After the Clippers docked, there was still a distance. Everyone walked among the mountains and ridges under Wu Yonglin. Except for the echoes that came from one of them accidentally smashed the iron pot to the ground, everything was quiet and something was wrong.

Zhang Hu, Luo Pingyang and Cuomli had already touched the mountainside for a long time. When they came back, they were carrying a few prey on them to a certain extent. Zhang Hu in the distance made a gesture and disappeared halfway up the mountainside.

Many mountain people could not stand the continuous wars around them, and had already fled far away to the Chongshan dense forest where they could at least fill their stomachs. Wu Yonglin once saw the shadows of several hunters in the tropical rainforest next to the land he had cultivated. Wu Yonglin would kindly put some food on the edge of the rainforest, but a Tubo man told him that these people were not short of food. If there was salt, they could exchange salt with Wu Yonglin for the harvested prey. How much did they want?

Of course, Wu Yonglin will also receive a lot of rewards. They can even be spies for the people on Wu Yonglin's side. If there is any trouble in Qingtang City, they can inform them immediately, because they often trade with the Wei Chao people in Qingtang City, but they don't have a good impression of those people, because the three elks can only get a small pinch of salt, while Wu Yonglin and others give them food without asking for anything in return. They believe that Wu Yonglin and others are a group of trustworthy good people.

Wu Yonglin felt sad when he thought of this. It was not until Chaka Salt Lake saw the familiar white salt field that his mood gradually improved.

When the people who followed wanted to put a piece of salt the size of a fist into their pocket, he stopped the unwise actions of those people. If he was right, the salt that was within reach should have been tampered with.

When Choumuli knocked a small piece of salt from the piece of salt and put it into a pottery bowl full of clear water, he didn't know where he got a small fish. He just put it in and died of blackness immediately. In this experiment, there was no need to worry about it. Look at the light that was faintly visible from the hillside, Zhang Hu and Luo Pingyang should have succeeded at this moment.
Chapter completed!