Also, at this time, traditional Chinese medicine is wild, all over the mountains, and it is rare to fake traditional Chinese medicine, and even if it is fake, it is more labor-intensive and costly than real medicine, and the gains outweigh the losses, and the thick skin that is very precious in their eyes is naturally very ordinary.

Liu Meibao sighed, she already knew that it was impossible to sell it at such a high price in later generations, but she didn't expect the price to be so low.

"Girl..."Qingya was about to cry, looking at Liu Meibao and not knowing what to say.

"What's wrong?" The guy saw that their expressions were wrong, and asked with some curiosity.

"It's okay, it's okay." Liu Meibao cheered up and smiled at him, but this smile was really ugly.

"That.. Still selling or not selling? The guy asked.

Sell, of course sell, twenty wen is also money, Liu Meibao nodded, and the guy took the medicine and gave them money.

After taking the twenty yuan, if it was left in the past, she might be happier than selling cloth and firewood, but on the premise that she had already boasted about raising a thousand yuan, Liu Meibao didn't have the heart to laugh at all, but instead of a deep sense of loss.

Maybe her so-called proud and complacent knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine is not worth being proud of here, and it will not bring her much wealth, after all, what she has learned is passed down from her ancestors, and now she is standing in front of the real ancestors, what is there to show off.

What about the thousand texts?

The two of them went out of the city in a huff, and as soon as they walked out of the city gate, they saw a commotion in front of them, and someone seemed to be screaming.

"What's wrong?" Liu Meibao hurriedly tiptoed forward with a stirring spirit.

This is not a prosperous county, so most of the pedestrians are poor people, and their clothes are much worse than the beggars in the ancient dramas that Liu Meibao saw on TV.

They all came to the city gate, because there were four or five guards with spears standing here at the city gate, and even though these guards were sometimes no better than bandits, soldiers were soldiers after all, and the clothes and weapons still made people feel safe in the first place.

In this crowd of people running around, a figure was particularly eye-catching, because his clothes were much better than those around him, green robes, and turbans, thin and weak, with white skin, but at this time, I don't know if it was because of vigorous running or fear, and his face was distorted and looked extremely hideous.

"Help.." When he saw the guards in front of the city gate, he raised his hands and shouted.

The voice looked so panicked, could it be that the Tartars were coming?

When the people here heard it, their faces changed suddenly, and the memories left by the Tartar disaster the year before last had not been erased.

"Girl, run." Qingya pulled Liu Meibao up and was about to run back.

The guards were also startled at this time, clenched the spears in their hands, and immediately rushed over to pull up the drawbridge.

"It's not a Tartar," shouted the man who followed.

These words relieved the people at the gates.

"That is to say, where can I come without any news." Everyone said that as long as it wasn't for the Tartars coming, there would be nothing to stop everyone from watching the excitement, so they all stopped and looked over here, asking each other what was going on.

In the blink of an eye, the blue-robed man who shouted for help had approached.

“.. Master Jun.. Help...", he was already hoarse, ".. King Luyan wants to kill me..."

When he shouted these words, the crowd that was talking about it was instantly silenced.

"What did he say?" Liu Meibao didn't hear clearly, turned her head to ask Qingya, and before she turned her head, she was staggered towards the city by Qingya.

And at the same time, the people around him rushed up like desperate for their lives, and retreated towards the city gate like a tide.

"What's wrong?" Liu Meibao was dragged and staggered by other people next to her, I don't understand what's wrong, didn't I say that it wasn't Tartar who came? Why did you suddenly run so desperately?

She looked back, and when the green-robed man shouted these words, the people who had been standing beside him moved away as if they were avoiding the plague, especially the guards, who aimed their spears at him to prevent him from approaching again.

“... Qingtou Zhang.. Don't come here... If you want to die, don't drag us down...."The guards said in a trembling voice.

And not far from them, several people were striding forward.

These people are also coarse linen shirts, but they always feel that there is something different from the others, maybe it is the head that walks with their heads held high, or the bulging sacks they carry in their hands, in short, they are particularly eye-catching in the panic crowd, especially the one who walks in the front, he carries the shadow of the noon sun, and walks step by step to stretch his already tall figure longer.

Liu Meibao's eyes were dazzled, and she turned into an alley, avoiding the noisy and chaotic crowd.

"I'm scared to death..."Qingya leaned against the wall, patting her chest and panting.

"What the hell are you running? Didn't you say that it wasn't a Tartar? Liu Meibao also gasped a little, and asked with her waist crossed.

"Girl, didn't you hear, it's King Lu Yan who is here..."Qingya simply sat on the ground, beat her legs and said, still scared.

"King Luyan?" Liu Meibao asked curiously, "Who is it?" ”

Qingya then remembered that her girl didn't remember anything since she woke up from hanging, so she patted her head busily, stood up again, first moved to the wall, poked her head out and looked at the street, and then pulled Liu Meibao up and walked down the alley, turning around to another street.

The flow of people on the street was slow, the sound of hawking was bursting, and the faint fragrance wafted from the teahouse at noon, and everything seemed so peaceful and peaceful.

"King Lu Yan is a smuggler of salt..."Qingya pulled Liu Meibao to find a corner of the street and sat down, and said in a low voice, ".. But he was cruel, he killed a lot of people, whether it was other smugglers of salt, even salt, or the guards of the government, whoever provoked him, he would kill whom..."

Liu Meibao's eyes widened, what a murderer.

"But... You're talking about selling smuggled salt? "Isn't that profitable?" she asked. And also... Is salt also produced here? ”

"Of course you make money, girl, have you forgotten the Mrs. Zhou who came to our house before? Oh.. I must have forgotten that Mrs. Zhou's man is the female salt administration secretary of the salt pond inspection, but he is only nine grades, which is much lower than the status of our master....I came to our house that time and wore such a big pearl necklace..... Qingya stretched out her hand and gestured, "It's the salt dealer who gave it to his family....girl, such a big pearl........."

It's just for this little Jiupin official, our county master hasn't gotten it yet, but Qingya didn't say this sentence.

Producing salt, it seems that this is indeed the boundary of the northwest, Liu Meibao nodded, understood.

Although the various institutions of ancient times are not clear, it seems that salt has always been under the control of the state.

And the more control means the higher the profit, since there is a profit, of course, it will not really only let the official earn.

"We've got the Great Salt Lake here." Qingya continued, "Of course the salt is produced, and the emperors of the capital all use the salt here....."

It turns out that this is still such a place, Liu Meibao nodded.

"However, since this King Lu Yan is a smuggler of salt, why doesn't the government arrest him with such a big notoriety?" Liu Meibao remembered the person he had just mentioned, and asked with some curiosity.