My life skills in Daming Liver

Su Ze came to a private salt vendor.

Neatly stacked white salt bricks were stacked on the booth, and Su Ze found that the salt bricks were actually printed with the mold of the salt factory, and they were genuine products produced by the government-run salt factory.

The salt stall was actually near Qianshi, and the owner of the salt stall was not like the smugglers who sold stolen goods in Houshi, but warmly greeted everyone passing by.

After Su Ze stopped, the masked stall owner saw Su Ze's appearance as a scholar, and immediately said enthusiastically:

"My little gentleman, do you want to see salt bricks? This is the official salt of Putian Salt Field."

Following the light of the torch, Su Ze saw that the stamp on the rectangular salt brick was indeed the official seal of the Putian Salt Field.

It's just that this official salt looks very coarse, and the color is not very good.

"Can I have a taste?"

"Young Master, please go ahead."

Su Ze pinched a small piece of salt with his fingers and put it into his mouth. He only felt that it was much saltier than the refined salt he ate in his previous life, and had a bitter taste.

Su Ze asked calmly, "How do you sell this salt?"

The stall owner immediately said: "This salt brick is ten catties a piece, and the price is one hundred yuan."

A ten catty salt brick costs one hundred Wen, and that one catty coarse salt is ten Wen.

Su Ze calculated the knowledge in the "valuation" skill, and the price was too high for crude salt.

Fujian itself is a salt-producing area. Fuzhou city has set up a capital transshipment salt envoy with seven salt farms and seven salt departments. The salt produced in Fujian can not only meet the needs of the whole province, but also export some to island countries such as Ryukyu.

Su Ze stood up immediately and said, "It's expensive, let's go to another house."

The stall owner saw that Su Ze was dressed as a scholar, tall and thin-skinned, so he thought he was a son of a big family.

The stall owner quickly said, "How much does the young lady want? If you want more, the price can naturally be negotiated."

Su Ze pretended to bargain, and then pretended to ask casually:

"Shopkeeper, do you have refined salt here?"

Hearing the word refined salt, the stall owner seemed to have seen a big deal. He was even more convinced that Su Ze was the son of a rich family, and said quickly:

"Yes, I have refined salt here."

After finishing speaking, the stall owner took out a cloth bag from behind, carefully poured a little salt on the bamboo tube and said:

"This is high-quality refined salt. It takes a big Yin to exchange forty catties!"

Refined salt is really expensive! Dayin is the unit used to calculate the weight of salt in the Ming Dynasty. A big Yin is four hundred catties, and a small Yin is two hundred catties.

A portion of Dayin that can exchange for four hundred catties of coarse salt can only be exchanged for forty catties of refined salt. The price of this refined salt is astonishing.

Su Ze took the salt cylinder handed over by the stall owner. The taste of this refined salt is indeed different from that of coarse salt, without any bitter taste.

"Good salt! How do you sell this salt?"

The stall owner immediately said: "This fine salt is packed in a bamboo tube, and the net weight of a bamboo tube is one catty, and the asking price is one hundred and fifty yuan."

Refined salt is really expensive, the price of a serving of refined salt is fifteen times that of coarse salt!

Su Ze found out the price of salt, and immediately pulled the little carrot head Lin Liangjun away from the ghost market.

It was almost dawn at this time, and the shops in the ghost market began to pack up their shops and stalls, preparing to leave before the sun rose.

Su Ze took Lin Liangjun back to Changningwei.

Su Ze asked while walking:

"The salt seller in the ghost market, what's wrong with him?"

"Brother Aze, you want to sell salt? This is not a profitable business! That guy is probably a stove owner in a salt field, secretly selling salt from the salt field."

"Why don't you make money selling salt?"

In the time-travel novels Su Ze read in his previous life, making salt is a good way to make a fortune. As long as he uses the method of drying salt, he can solve the problem of the first pot of gold in the early stage.

Lin Liangjun immediately said: "Where do we have no salt near the sea? Today's coarse salt in the salt field is better than going to the sea to pick up some brine. Our Changning Wei never buys salt."

Brine block is the sea salt that is naturally precipitated on the beach and rocks. Because it contains impurities and has a bitter bitter taste, it is called brine instead of salt.

However, the coarse salt that Su Ze tasted just now was quite bitter. It seems that the official coarse salt produced by the official saltworks is not much better than the brine.

Lin Liangjun said: "Aunt Nine said that long-term eating of brine is poisonous, but it is good for us Changningwei people to eat enough. It doesn't matter whether it is poisonous or not. Most people in the county think the same way. It's okay. After eating, go to the seaside to pick up some marinated pieces, and it will make do with it.”

Su Ze was a little disillusioned. Didn't he think that the way to make money that he just thought of just collapsed like this?

"unless."

"Unless what?" Su Ze rekindled hope.

"Unless Brother Aze can produce the kind of refined salt that has no bitter taste just now, those wealthy households in the county are willing to pay a lot of money to buy refined salt. The refined salt produced in the salt field has a destination, and very few can be sold. , no matter how high the price is, it can be sold.”

Su Ze was silent for a while. When he was doing research with his tutor, the tutor said that the Ming Dynasty began in the Chenghua year, and the gap between rich and poor widened sharply.

By the time of the Jiajing period, it was already "the wine and meat of the Zhumen stinks, and the bones on the road are frozen to death".

It was only when he really came to this world that Su Ze felt the cruelty of these two lines. The people of Changningwei had no choice but to pay for more than 30 taels of fighting and fined money, while the wealthy households in the county were eating refined salt that was ten times the price of coarse salt Demand exceeds supply.

Isn't it refined salt? Su Ze smiled slightly. Refined table salt is also a basic skill for a traveler. He once followed his mentor to investigate the ancient salt field in Zigong, Sichuan, and he also knows some secret recipes for refined table salt.

"Isn't it just refined salt? What's so difficult about it!" Su Ze waved his hand and led Lin Liangjun back to the guard.

Su Ze was full of energy to prepare for making salt, while Lin Liangjun yawned and returned to Baihu House.

Little Luobotou was unlucky, and ran into Lin Mojun who was going to the school grounds.

"Where did you go wild last night!"

Lin Mojun's brows were crossed, and she stared at Lin Liangjun with a murderous look.

"Sister! Listen to my sophistry! No, listen to my explanation!"

At the critical moment of blood suppression, Lin Liangjun immediately explained in detail what happened last night with Su Ze to the ghost market.

"You said he is sure to make refined salt?"

The Fujian Weisuo also operates Chinese and French, that is, merchants can get warehouse money from the Weisuo when they deliver grain to the remote Weisuo, which is the so-called "Yin Yin", and then the merchants can take the salt to the salt farm to buy salt , and then legally sold as official salt.

Changningwei had also issued warehouse banknotes before, and Lin Mojun also went to the saltworks with her father. She had seen with her own eyes the difficulty of making refined salt in the saltworks.

The stove household has to repeatedly stir and heat the concentrated seawater in the sultry cooking field to precipitate salt crystals.

The precipitated salt crystals should be washed with water, then heated and concentrated, and repeatedly poured with brine to obtain refined salt without bitter taste.

Fujian is close to the sea, and the refined salt produced every year is still insufficient. The dignitaries and dignitaries of Fuzhou, Quanzhou and the second prefecture can eat all the refined salt produced by the eight saltworks in Fujian, not to mention that there is still a small half of refined salt to pay tribute to the capital.

The kitchen households lived in hardship, and they had been fleeing continuously since the Chenghua year. There was also a salt field riot in Fujian last year, so the price of refined salt has been rising.

If you can really make refined salt, it is indeed a way to make money.