Neatly stacked white salt bricks were stacked on the stall. Su Ze discovered that the salt bricks had the stamp of the salt factory printed on them. They were genuine products produced by the government-run salt factory.
This private salt stall is actually close to the front market. The salt seller is not like the smugglers who sell stolen goods in the back market, but warmly greets everyone who passes by.
After Su Ze stopped, the masked stall owner saw that Su Ze looked like a scholar and immediately said enthusiastically:
"My dear husband, do you want to see the salt bricks? This is the official salt from the Putian Salt Farm."
Then in the light of the torch, Su Ze saw that the stamp on the rectangular salt brick was indeed the official stamp of Putian Saltworks.
It's just that the official salt looks very coarse and the color isn't very good.
"Can I have a taste?"
"My dear sir, please excuse me."
Su Ze pinched a small piece of salt with his fingers and put it into his mouth. He felt that it was much saltier than the refined salt he had eaten in his previous life, and it also had a slightly bitter taste.
Su Ze asked calmly: "How can I sell this salt?"
The stall owner immediately said: "This salt brick is ten pounds a piece and sells for one hundred Wen."
A ten-pound salt brick costs one hundred cents, and a pound of coarse salt costs ten cents.
Su Ze calculated the knowledge in the "Appraisal" skill and found that the price was too high for coarse salt.
Fujian itself is a salt-producing area. There is a salt transfer department in Fuzhou City, which has seven salt fields and seven salt offices. The salt produced in Fujian can not only supply the needs of the province, but also some can be exported to island countries such as Ryukyu.
Su Ze immediately stood up and said, "It's too expensive, let's go to another place and have a look."
When the stall owner saw that Su Ze was dressed as a scholar, tall and with tender skin, he just thought he was a child of a big family.
The stall owner quickly said: "How much does my husband want? If you want more, the price can 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 business. He concluded that Su Ze was the son of a wealthy family and said quickly:
"Yes, I have refined salt here."
After saying that, the stall owner took out a cloth bag from behind, carefully poured out a little salt on the bamboo tube and said:
"This is the finest refined salt. It costs 40 pounds for a large portion!"
Refined salt is indeed expensive! A large yin was the unit used to calculate the weight of salt in the Ming Dynasty. A large yin was 400 kilograms, and a small yin was 200 kilograms.
One portion of Da Yin can be exchanged for 400 kilograms of coarse salt, but can only be exchanged for 40 kilograms of refined salt. The price of this refined salt is indeed astonishing.
Su Ze took the salt cylinder handed over by the stall owner. The taste of this refined salt was indeed different from that of coarse salt. It had no bitter taste at all.
"Good salt! How can I sell this salt?"
The stall owner immediately said: "This salt is packed in a bamboo tube. The net weight of a bamboo tube is one kilogram. The price is one hundred and fifty yuan."
Refined salt is indeed expensive. A portion of refined salt is fifteen times more expensive than coarse salt!
Su Ze found out the price of salt and immediately took the little carrot head Lin Liangjun and left 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 Changning Guard.
As Su Ze walked, he asked:
"What's wrong with the salt seller in the ghost market?"
"Brother Aze, you want to sell salt? This is not a profitable business! That guy is probably the owner of a salt farm, and he secretly sells salt from the salt farm."
"Why don't you make money selling salt?"
In the time-travel novel Su Ze read in his previous life, making salt is a good way to get rich. As long as you use the method of drying salt, you can solve the problem of the first pot of gold in the early stage.
Lin Liangjun immediately said: "There is no salt in our Linhai area. Nowadays, the coarse salt in the salt field is better than going directly to the beach to pick up some brine cubes. We in Changning Wei never buy salt."
Brine block is the sea salt that naturally precipitates on the beach and rocks. Because it contains impurities and tastes like bitter brine, it is called brine instead of salt.
However, the coarse salt that Su Ze tasted just now was also quite bitter. It seems that the official coarse salt produced by the official salt farm is not much better than the brine cube.
Lin Liangjun said: "Aunt Ninth said that eating stewed cubes is poisonous, but it's good that we people in Changningwei can have enough to eat. Who cares whether it's poisonous or not? Most people in the county think so too, so there's no need.
After eating, I went to the beach to pick up some braised cubes, and I made do with it."
Su Ze was a little disillusioned. Did he not expect that the way to make money he just thought of would collapse like this?
"unless."
"Unless what?" Su Ze regained hope.
"Unless Brother Aze can produce the kind of refined salt that doesn't have a bitter taste, the wealthy households in the county are willing to pay a lot of money to buy refined salt. The refined salt produced in the salt farm has a destination, and very little can be sold.
, it can be sold at any high price.”
Su Ze was silent for a moment. When he was doing research with his mentor, his mentor said that starting from the Chenghua year of the Ming Dynasty, the gap between the rich and the poor widened sharply.
By the time of the Jiajing period, "the wine and meat smelled stinky in the rich families, and bones were frozen to death on the roads."
Only in this world did Su Ze feel the cruelty of these two verses. The people of Changningwei were desperate for more than thirty taels of fined silver for fighting, but the wealthy households in the county were eating refined salt that was ten times the price of coarse salt, and they were still...
Supply exceeds demand.
Isn't it just refined salt? Su Ze smiled slightly. Refined table salt is also a basic skill for time travellers. He once followed his mentor to the ancient salt field in Zigong, Sichuan for research, and he also knew some secret recipes for refined table salt.
"Isn't it just refined salt? What's the problem!" Su Ze waved his hand and rushed back to the guardhouse with Lin Liangjun.
Su Ze was full of energy to make preparations for making salt, while Lin Liangjun yawned and returned to Baihu Station.
The little carrot head was unlucky and happened to bump into Lin Mojun who was about to go to the school field.
"Where did your kid go wild last night?"
Lin Mojun raised her eyebrows and stared at Lin Liangjun with murderous intent.
"Sister! Listen to my quibbles! No, listen to my explanation!"
At the critical moment of bloodline suppression, Lin Liangjun immediately explained everything about following Su Ze to the ghost market last night.
"You said he is confident in making refined salt?"
Fujian health stations also practiced the Kaizhong method, that is, merchants who transported grain to remote health stations could obtain warehouse notes from the Wei Station, which was the so-called "salt guide", and then the merchants could take the salt guide to the salt field to buy salt.
, and then sell it legally as official salt.
Changningwei had also issued warehouse notes before, and Lin Mojun also went to the salt farm with her father. She saw with her own eyes the difficulties of making refined salt in the salt farm.
Kitchen households have to repeatedly stir and heat concentrated seawater in a sweltering cooking area to precipitate salt crystals.
The precipitated salt crystals need to be washed with water, heated and concentrated, and repeatedly poured with brine to obtain refined salt without bitterness.
Fujian is close to the sea, and the annual output of refined salt is still insufficient. The dignitaries in Fuzhou and Quanzhou can eat up all the refined salt produced in the eight salt farms in Fujian, not to mention a small amount of semi-refined salt that needs to be sent to the capital as tribute.
Zao households live in poverty and have been fleeing since the Chenghua year. There were riots in salt fields in Fujian last year, so the price of refined salt has been rising.
If you can really make refined salt, it will indeed be a way to make money.