"Isn't that right? If you are so poor, just buy some brown rice!"
A woman agreed.
However, as Lin Xiao and Li Yuyan got closer, many people saw the things they were carrying and the heavy bamboo basket slung on Li Yuyan's arm.
"Xiao Linzi, what kind of treasure are you carrying?"
When Lin Xiao and Li Yuyan approached, the women gathered around them.
"Salt stone."
Lin Xiao replied lightly, but did not stop, but continued to rush home with Li Yuyan.
"Salt stone? That's a poisonous thing. Why are you carrying this thing back?"
Ma Guihua followed Lin Xiao's pace and asked puzzledly as she walked.
"Xiao Linzi, don't be confused. If you don't have salt to eat, go to my aunt's house to get some. The salt rocks are poisonous, so I won't eat them. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I also have salt at home. I can mix it up a little and give it to you."
The village women also followed Lin Xiao and others while persuading them kindly.
When they arrived at Lin Xiao's house, Lin Xiao and Li Yuyan piled salt stones in the yard. Only then did everyone realize that salt stones of all ages had been stored in the yard.
"Xiao Linzi, what are you..."
Ma Guihua was even more puzzled.
"My waist is not good, so I have to use these salt stones to apply heat."
Lin Xiao said casually, and then asked Li Yuyan to distribute the maltose bought from the town to the village women.
"This... maltose?!"
"Xiao Linzi, are you getting rich? You actually treated us to maltose!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's incredible, our little forest is so hidden!"
"My wife, Xiao Linzi, you are so lucky!"
No one made fun of Lin Xiao and Li Yuyan anymore, everyone was full of envy.
Maltose is made from wheat and glutinous rice. It is sweet and delicious, but extremely expensive.
It's just a few pieces, at least ten copper coins are needed to buy it.
Unexpectedly, Lin Xiao was willing to buy it back and share it with everyone.
Is this making a fortune?
"Xiao Linzi, you..."
"It's getting late, let's go back, everyone, we both have some things to do!"
Ma Guihua wanted to ask Lin Xiao where she got the spare money, but she was interrupted by Lin Xiao.
When the village women heard Lin Xiao's words, they all looked at each other meaningfully and left knowingly.
Hearing this, Li Yuyan felt a chill in his heart.
"Hey, don't mind. If you don't say that, they won't leave obediently. It will be bad if it delays our salt production plan!"
Lin Xiao said with a smile.
…
Working until midnight, the two of them produced twelve kilograms of salt.
"Yu Yan, you must keep the method of making salt a secret. Do you understand?"
Lin Xiao watched Li Yuyan skillfully filling the salt and said.
"This is a secret recipe. Even if the knife is held to my neck, I won't tell you."
As long as the market opens up, this kind of table salt, which is of higher quality than tribute salt, will definitely sell well!
By that time, not to mention hiring assassins, even Qingjun's side will have more than enough funds!
Li Yuyan just pointed out the secret recipe for making salt, how could he tell others?!
Early the next morning, the two of them delivered the ten kilograms of salt that the shopkeeper in Jiuzhou Town needed, and received five hundred copper coins, which was half a pound of money.
Many farmers who work hard in the fields for a year cannot save even half a pound of money.
But now, in less than a day's work, he had made half a fortune, which made Li Yuyan feel that the time for revenge was getting closer and closer to him.
At this time, his heart no longer had any fear and confusion about the future, but was filled with hope and yearning.
Like yesterday, the two of them each had a bowl of meat noodles.
Then Lin Xiao pulled a few feet of cloth and some dried fruit snacks and asked Li Yuyan to take her to Zhoujia Village.
There's not enough charcoal.
Zhoujia Village was closer than Linjia Village, where Lin Xiao was located. The two of them hurriedly hurried and arrived at Zhoujia Village in the afternoon.
Li Xiangmei is drying the fish she caught from the river a few days ago in the courtyard, while her husband Zhou Dajun is sitting beside him, burning firewood and making charcoal.
"Sister Xiangmei!"
As soon as Li Yuyan entered the door, he stepped forward and shouted calmly.
When Li Xiangmei saw the visitor, she was startled at first, and then forced out an awkward smile: "Sister Yuyan, you... why are you here?"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Dajun immediately jumped up from his chair and stood at attention respectfully.
Why do these two people feel so afraid of Li Yuyan (Li Yuyan)?
Lin Xiao was puzzled.
"My boss said your charcoal is pretty good, so I came over here to buy some more."
Li Yuyan said calmly, without any emotion on his serious face.
At first glance, it doesn’t look like he’s here to buy anything, but rather like he’s here to collect tribute.
Hearing this, Li Xiangmei said nothing, walked straight to Zhou Dajun and whispered a few words.
Zhou Dajun glanced at Lin Xiao and Li Yuyan, turned around and walked into the back room.
After a while, Zhou Dajun came out carrying a slightly larger bamboo basket filled with charcoal and pancakes.
"Sister Yuyan, there's nothing delicious at home. We only have these pancakes. You can take them all!"
Li Xiangmei said.
She felt that what Li Yuyan said just now was just a decent way to borrow food.
It's not like she's never been to their house before. She's so poor. How can she have any spare money to buy charcoal?
Besides, there was a lot of charcoal sent over two days ago, and it won’t be used up in a while, so how could you come here to buy it again?
Lin Xiao saw the pancakes in the basket and immediately understood that Li Xiangmei had misunderstood them. He quickly took out twenty copper coins from the basket Li Yuyan was carrying and put them in Li Xiangmei's hands.
"Sister Xiangmei, are twenty copper coins enough?"
Li Xiangmei and Zhou Dajun looked at each other in disbelief, and they were stunned.
"This money..."
"I earned this money!"
Facing the doubts of Li Xiangmei and his wife, Lin Xiao proudly continued:
"I made the salt, and it is whiter and more delicate than tribute salt. The shopkeeper of the grain and oil store in Jiuzhou Town asked for ten kilograms of it at once!"
Hearing this, Li Xiangmei and Zhou Dajun had a great change in their view of the thin scholar in front of them who could not lift his hands or carry his shoulders.
Who said that being useless is a scholar?
Obviously knowledge is power!
"Yu Yan, take a pound of salt and give it to Sister Xiangmei to try."
Zhou Dajun and Li Xiangmei's eyes widened when they looked at the table salt as white as snow!
After a brief taste, it just tastes salty and fresh, without any bitterness of coarse salt.
Good salt!
"This... this is too expensive, I can't have it."
The price of such good salt must not be cheap. Li Xiangmei and his wife did not want to take advantage of Li Yuyan, nor did they dare to take advantage of it.
As Li Yuyan's personal bodyguard, both of their lives belong to him!
"Sister Xiangmei, just take it! You brought us charcoal and pancakes, which solved our urgent need. This is a little thought from us."
"Xiangmei, since Brother Lin has spoken, just accept it!"
Zhou Dajun saw Li Yuyan's eyes and immediately understood what he meant, so he said to Li Xiangmei.
Only then did Li Xiangmei react. She pretended to be coy and accepted the salt.
"Brother Lin, it's hard to come here. Don't leave tonight. Let's have a good time together."
I heard a story about a man who was disobedient while eating and stuck his chopsticks on the rice like incense, and then he went to do his errands.
After a while, he came back to continue eating after doing some errands. However, halfway through the meal, he felt something was wrong all over his body and felt very uncomfortable. Later...