A few days later, the news of Gangcha salt production spread wildly, and the people around him cheered and cheered. Wu Yonglin sent heavy troops to surround the salt well in Gangchacheng. As soon as sunset, they would see raised iron pots filled with salt water drawn from the salt well. Then the pot of water would be roasted by the high heat under the iron pot, and someone would stir-fry it repeatedly until only white pieces of crystal salt were left at the bottom of the pot.

Wu Yonglin's white salt magically removed the bitter taste, which was more precious than the coarse salt used by Wei Chao to trade. Of course, Wu Yonglin could not tell himself to use alkali to make the carbonic acid compounds inside settle. If these things are spread, they will only become tools for those merchants to gain profits. The reason why he refined some fine salt this time was just to attract the attention of some people.

Such explosive news spread like wildfire. Not only did the three kings unable to sit still, but even the Tubo people around were ready to move. Some people even wanted to conspire to capture Gangcha City together. The reason for the war finally pointed to the Yanyan Well.

Just when these people were about to sit still, a news that made them ashamed and shocked swept across every piece of land in Tubo like white clouds. The coarse salt that had just been found would be sold at half the price before. If a pound of salt could be exchanged for one horse in the past, then a horse could be exchanged for two pounds of salt now. Even women who do not know how to calculate the calculations will be calculated, which can be said to be a huge benefit to them.

In order to effectively solve the problem of eating salt by the Tubo people, Gangchacheng took the initiative to send a horse team from all directions to start a transaction of salt-for-sale on the grassland. When the first time he went there, there was a monk in the team. When these horse teams arrived at a relatively large tribe, the hospitality Tubo people left the monk behind. Because the horse team said that as long as they saw the monk next time they saw that they would give them a few kilograms of salt and buy salt and give them to the monk, it would be a bit awkward no matter how they looked at it, but they thought that they would never have to look at the faces of the Wei Dynasty merchants again. All the Tubos had already left these behind, and the monk became a guest of honor in the tribe.

The leader of the horse team will give the tribe a bag of fine salt, not a pound. According to the leader of the horse team, it will take a full 100 pounds of coarse salt to refine this little less than half a pound of fine salt. Now this little fine salt can be said to be worth 50 war horses.

The roasted mutton sprinkled with this salty salt will no longer have the bitter taste it used to be. As a tribe, I was so excited that I burst into tears when I was eating mutton. Dad, if you are still alive, you can enjoy this delicious and salty taste with your child. I have been waiting for 30 years and finally waited for the taste of you reluctance.

As a return, the leader of the tribe regarded the leader of the horse team as his brother. As long as the leader of the horse team liked anything in the tribe, he could take it away, including his women.

"Dear leader, it is already a great gift for you to send us back to Gangcha. The villain dares not expect more rewards."

After the tribe leader begged for free and tied piles of goods to a carriage that had been filled with goods, the tribe leader took a breath. If the other party gave him two kilograms of salt next time, he had no idea what gift to give him next time.

The caravans selling salt everywhere returned with a full load, and all the goods were piled up in the tribe of Tsomuhun. Tsomuhun was locked in the dungeon where Tsomuli was originally detained. When he found out that his food turned into a delicious meal of dumplings today, he thought that something good must have happened today, because Wu Yonglin married the bride not long ago and ate such a delicious meal that he never forgets.

In the past, he would come to visit the dungeon from time to time to visit him. Duanmuxiong has not seen any major events in Chacheng. When he heard that Chacheng had salt, he was quick to find the merchants here. Why didn’t he think of this before? He lost to Wu Yonglin today, and he found that he was not wronged at all. Such a person can be said to be the luck of good people, or the misfortune of those evil people. Could this Wu Yonglin really be sent by the Buddha to save all living beings? Cuomhun is also beginning to be confused now.

Not everyone welcomes this kind of self-producing salt. A gloomy salt-borne dealer named Wang from Gangchacheng has instantly turned into a sham due to the impact of self-producing salt outside. Now he has the intention to hang himself. If it weren't for the richness of the years, he would definitely not be able to stick to it now. If a person has been in a dead end, he would have been trapped in the cage he drew was painted one day.

The salt merchant surnamed Wang was still struggling to protect the salt that had been hoarded in his warehouse in the first half of the year. When the news of the salt panic was spread some time ago, he made a fortune. When he fantasized that he could buy the house of the blacksmith shop next door after completing this transaction, bad news came one after another. After he had been in Chacheng for nearly 40 years, he actually heard that salt was produced for the first time. At first, he thought that it was just some people who spread rumors to make him lower the price. When all the Tubo people no longer went to his shop to do business, he realized something was wrong, but he just didn't understand what was going on.

Days got worse day by day. He had been hoping that the salt in the salt well would be used up as soon as possible. Looking at the batches of inexhaustible salt coming out of the salt well, he fell into a madness. Until the way home, he kept chanting in a muttering manner: "It's over, it's over, everything is over."

When a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of him, he had not yet woken up from his despair. When he hit the shoulder of the man in black who was blocking the way, the man in black thought he was a fool.

"I bought all your salt at three times the original price, and here is half the deposit."

The man in black seemed to have carefully investigated the background of this person. After this sentence, the salt merchant surnamed Wang immediately regained his original vitality. A businessman who survived by money can only touch his broken heart with money.

The businessman surnamed Wang naturally knew that he had to pay a certain price to get the corresponding reward. This was his keen consciousness as a businessman, so after he took half of the reward handed over to the man, he naturally asked: "You can tell your conditions. If I can do it, I can hold on to this money."

"Send someone to check the true source of Wu Yonglin's salt. I believe you won't believe his lies that he just investigates the salt production. If there are any useful clues, you can light this lantern in front of your own door, and I will definitely meet you as promised."
Chapter completed!