89. Chapter 89 Pigs are cheap, salt is bitter, star light is weak (second update)

Author: One Pot from the Farm

Chapter 89: Pig, Salt, Bitter Star, Guangwei (Second update)

The tinkling bells can be heard far away at night, and the swaying lanterns, whether they are red or transparent, still make people feel frightened.

The convoy from Xiaqiu Village set off, carrying more than 3,000 kilograms of rock sugar and soap for gifts.

I learned from Feng Gui that the price of rock sugar has dropped again, to one hundred and fifty cents per catty.

And I got another information: white rock sugar is not very easy to sell, but yellow rock sugar containing impurities is more likely to be bought.

It is said that many prescriptions were spread from the palace and spread to Huimin Pharmacies and Herbal Medicine Stores in various places. Ordinary folk medical clinics and drug stores soon followed and obtained the prescriptions.

Part of it requires the use of rock sugar, and yellow rock sugar is the best, so everyone buys it and stores it. It is easier to store than brown sugar.

If the brown sugar is kept wet for a long time and is not processed in time, it will condense together and become moldy.

Under the same circumstances, rock sugar can last several times as long as brown sugar, and rock sugar can be eaten with your mouth in your mouth.

Private purchases increased, rock sugar prices dropped, and the sugar cane harvested this year was not wasted.

However, the price sold to the Yi people is still two hundred coins per catty. If the Yi people want to collect it among the people, they will not be able to collect it. You are not allowed to trade in the market.

Zhu Wentian got the news that the prince wrote that there will be more sugar cane in Fujian next year, because Fujian has many mountains and little land.

Since Fujian was the last place Zhu Yuanzhang attacked, he was worried that the local people would be unstable and migrate out, leaving fewer local people.

The people are asked to plant more sugarcane this year. What was planted last year can still grow this year without digging out the roots, which will affect the yield.

The population is insufficient and there is no time to replant. As long as it can grow on its own, it can be cut every year.

The imperial court planned to ask the army to plant a batch. When harvesting, the army would cut down the crops and send them back to be squeezed for juice.

Juicing is a troublesome thing, since the sanitary conditions are not very good anyway, and it requires a lot of manpower.

Then boil the juice. In fact, this process can directly produce rock sugar. Zhu Wentian thinks it is more cumbersome, so he still follows the steps.

Zhu Wentian was thinking about something. The motorcade arrived at the county seat of Dangtu County. He couldn't get in because the city gate was closed.

If it's Xuancheng, everyone can easily enter. Don't worry, Xuancheng officials will provide convenience.

The county seat of Dangtu... was also opened. The south gate was opened half way to allow the convoy to enter.

Zhu Taiyi took out Jiyi's certificate, and the soldiers guarding the city put down the hanging basket and took him up.

After that, the magistrate of Taiping Prefecture got up and took a look for himself, leaving some soap, soap, and rock sugar for him to enter the city.

The purpose of keeping the items is to see if there are any prohibited items mixed in. It serves as a proof and has no other meaning.

The county magistrate who had received soap and soap before was also very happy. He yawned to express his welcome and took the things back to the county office.

The mayor is still the same, he doesn't sleep anymore, washes his face with cold water, and stays by his side.

The headman paid for it and asked him to help buy sheep, and he also drank sheep soup. It was not yet midnight, and it was still early before dawn!

In winter, it gets dark earlier and lights up later.

The mayor didn't go to the place that sold livestock to buy the sheep. It was dark and other people were sleeping. He directly called the store that sold the sheep soup. His sheep soup was the best.

There are a few sheep tied at the door of the store. When the weather is over, they will get up with the waiters to kill the sheep, make soup, and sell them at dawn.

After being woken up, for the sake of money, he had no complaints and handled the sheep skillfully.

There were leftover mutton, haggis, and mutton soup from yesterday. I boiled them again and poured in the dry food to heat them up. Everyone drank first.

The Spring Festival has just passed, the weather is still cold, there is mist in the air, and there is a thin circle of ice around the shallow water.

"Come, the wine is warmed up." The mayor took the pot off the stove and poured the wine for the mayor.

The headmaster helped set the tableware and took out the box of pepper: "Thank you! That's it."

"You came here to buy pigs? I was planning to find someone to go to your village to tell you today! I never thought you would arrive at night.

Pigs are so cheap now, five cents a pound, and they sold for seven cents in the market the day before yesterday. The people over there said they were reluctant to kill them during the New Year and were waiting to exchange them for livestock. Alas!"

The city secretary didn't say anything about the price of slaughtered pork. He knew that it was impossible for Xiaqiu Village to buy that kind of pork.

The head of the village nodded, knowing that pigs are expensive. Not only pigs, but other poultry are also expensive. This is the case during the New Year.

When the village buys them, they will not eat them immediately. They will raise them and kill them when needed. It is best to have good boars that have not been castrated and good sows that have not been castrated.

If you really can't settle for the next best thing, you can have sows that can carry cubs. There are boars in the village.

"What's good about the goods next to it?" the village manager asked. He mainly bought pigs and bought back whatever else he encountered.

"Do you want rapeseed oil? It was delivered on the eleventh day of the Lunar New Year." The city secretary thought about it and gave him something.

The head of the village shook his head: "There is no shortage of oil in the village. Is salt cheap?"

There was a hesitant look on the mayor's face, and then he lowered his voice: "The salt we usually eat is still the same. There is a large amount of bitter salt from Henan. If people eat too much, it will cause diarrhea. It is cheap, a penny a pound, and it can be cheaper if you buy more.

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They shouldn't be allowed to sell it. Salt is expensive for people to eat, and some people eat bran. This salt is not bad!

In short, we have to pay the thirty-one tax, so we just turn a blind eye and close one eye. Ordinary people don't eat this salt.

You can feed the animals after you buy them, so the animals are not afraid. Feed them less and save as much as you can. I know that your village is willing to give the animals good food."

"This..." Li Chang hesitated, and he didn't recognize him, so he turned to look at Hanhan.

"Buy, buy, hey hey hey!" Zhu Wentian wanted to buy it, he knew what it was.

Over in Henan, salt is usually found in Pingdingshan, and there is also a type of salt called bitter salt, magnesium sulfate heptahydrate.

I don’t know if the salt obtained from there is all magnesium sulfate heptahydrate, or it contains some sodium chloride and some magnesium sulfate heptahydrate due to different mining areas and poor technology.

No matter which type it is, it is useful in the village. It is not difficult to process it again when you go back.

"Buy it." The headman was planning to ask Hanhan again when there were no other people around, but now he agreed.

"How much do you want to buy? I'll arrange for someone to negotiate the price." The city secretary was happy and was finally able to help.

The money to rent two horses every day is uneasy and requires a lot of effort.

"Buy, uh-huh!" Zhu Wentian opened and closed his hands.

"As many as you have." The manager understood.

"Okay! Ask them how much they have." The city secretary once again felt the wealth of Xiaqiu Village.

The two of them drank slowly. Zhu Wentian and some villagers went to bed first, lying on the car and sleeping instead of going to other houses because there was an unpleasant smell.

As soon as I was covered with a quilt, I heard a snoring sound for a long time.

After another half an hour, the mayor said goodbye and looked for a place to sleep, and the mayor also slept.

The mutton soup seller continued to kill other sheep, and when he was done with them, he and his waiter squinted for a while.

At dawn the next day, the villagers who kept watch lay down to sleep, while others got up to wash their faces and brush their teeth. Hanhan provided them with tooth powder and pig-hair and bamboo toothbrushes.

The mayor came back yawning and continued to drink the mutton soup. The villagers took out the steamed buns that had been wrapped in quilts as their staple food.

As soon as we finished eating, the county officials arrived together. Xiaqiu Village was a wealthy household, and people spent hundreds or even thousands of dollars on shopping.

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