Chapter Eighty-Eight: Pig Cheap Salt Bitter Star Light (Second Update)
Ding Ling's bell spread far away at night, and the shaking lantern, whether red or transparent, still made people feel a sense of fear when they looked at it.
The convoy from Xiaqiu Village set off, bringing more than 3,000 catties of rock candy and soap for gifts.
From Feng Gui's mouth, I learned that the price of rock candy had dropped again, one hundred and fifty wen a catty.
And I got another information, white rock candy is not very easy to sell, but yellow rock candy with impurities is more willing to buy.
It is said that many prescriptions came out of the palace, and they spread to Huimin pharmacies and crude medicine warehouses in various places, and ordinary folk medical halls and pharmacies soon followed to get prescriptions.
Some of them need to use rock sugar, yellow rock sugar is the best, so everyone buys it back and stores it, which is easier to preserve than brown sugar.
Brown sugar lasts for a long time, and if it is not treated in time after being wet, it will coagulate together and become moldy.
In the same environment, rock sugar can last several times the time of brown sugar, and rock sugar can be eaten in its mouth.
Private purchases have increased, rock sugar has been reduced, and the sugarcane harvested this year has not been wasted.
However, it is still 200 wen a pound to sell a Yiren, and the Yiren can't receive it if they want to collect it in the people, and you are not allowed to trade in the market.
Zhu Wentian got the news that the prince wrote a letter saying that there will be more sugarcane in Fujian next year, and there are many mountains and few lands in Fujian.
Since Fujian was the last place of Zhu Yuanzhang's attack, he was worried that the local people would be unstable and migrated out, and there were fewer local people.
The people are required to plant more sugarcane this year, and what was planted last year can still grow this year, without digging roots, and the yield will be affected.
The population is insufficient, and there is no time to replant, as long as you can grow yourself, and cut it every year.
The imperial court planned to let the army plant a batch, and when the harvest was made, the army would cut it down and send it back to squeeze the juice.
Juicing is a hassle, because the sanitary conditions are not very good anyway, and it requires a lot of manpower.
After boiling the juice, in fact, this process can directly produce rock sugar, Zhu Wentian felt more cumbersome, or follow the steps.
Zhu Wentian was thinking about some things, and the convoy arrived at the county seat of Dangtu County, but he couldn't enter, and the city gate was closed.
Replaced by Xuancheng, everyone can easily enter, and the officials of Xuancheng can rest assured that they will provide convenience.
The county seat of Dangtu...... It was also opened, the south gate was opened, and half of the door was opened to let the convoy enter.
As soon as Zhu Taiyi took out the proof of the urgency, the soldiers defending the city put down the hanging basket and took him up.
After that, the prefect of his Taiping Mansion got up and took a look for himself, leaving some soap, soap, and rock candy for him to enter the city.
The purpose of leaving something is to see if there are any prohibited things mixed in it, and it is a proof, and there is no other meaning.
The county magistrate, who had received soap and soap before, was also very happy, yawned to welcome him, and brought his things back to the county office.
The city secretary is still the same, he doesn't sleep, he washes his face with cold water, and accompanies him.
The chief took out the money to let him help buy sheep and drink sheep soup, and it was not yet midnight, and it was early before dawn!
In winter, it gets dark early and lights up late.
The city secretary didn't go to the place where the livestock was sold to buy sheep, and when it was dark, others were sleeping, so he directly called the one who sold the sheep soup to his family's sheep soup delicious.
There are a few sheep tied to the door of the store, and when they are ugly, they will get up with their buddies to kill sheep and make soup, and they will be sold when the sky is bright.
After being woken up, for the sake of money, he had no complaints and skillfully handled the sheep.
The leftover mutton, haggis, and mutton soup from yesterday were re-boiled, and the dry goods were poured into it to be hot, and everyone drank it first.
Just after the Spring Festival, the weather is still cold, there is water mist, and there is a circle of thin ice around the shallow water.
"Come, the wine is warm." The city clerk took down the pot from the small stove and poured wine for the governor.
The lieutenant helped set up the tableware and took out the box with pepper: "Thank you!" All right. ”
"You're here to buy pigs? I'm thinking about finding someone to tell you about it today! I never thought that you would arrive at night.
Now the pigs are cheap, five cents a catty, the day before yesterday the market still sells seven wen, the people over there said that they were not willing to kill in the New Year, waiting for the exchange of livestock, alas! ”
The city secretary didn't say anything about the price of slaughtered pork, and he knew that Xiaqiu Village couldn't buy that.
The lieutenant nodded, knowing that pigs are expensive, not only pigs, but also other poultry, and this is the case for the New Year.
The village will not eat it immediately when it is bought, raise it, and kill it when needed, preferably with a good boar that has not been castrated and a good sow that has not been cut.
It's really not okay to settle for the second, there are sows that can carry cubs, and there are boars in the village.
"What's so good about the goods next to you?" The chief inquired, mainly buying pigs, and the others bought back when they met.
"Do you want canola oil? It was delivered on the eleventh day of the first lunar month. "The city secretary thinks about it and gives something.
The chief shook his head: "There is no shortage of oil in the village, is the salt cheap?" ”
There was a hesitant look on the face of the city secretary, and then he lowered his voice: "The salt I usually eat is still like that, there is a large number of bitter salt from Henan, and people will have diarrhea when they eat too much, it is cheap, a penny a pound, and it can be cheap if you buy more."
They shouldn't have been allowed to sell it, the people eat salt expensively, and some eat bran, it's not bad to eat this salt!
In short, the tax of thirty taxes and one tax should be paid, so let's open one eye and close one eye, ordinary people don't eat this salt.
You can buy it back and feed the livestock, the cattle are not afraid, feed less, save if you can, and know that your village is willing to give the animals good food. ”
"This ......" the lieutenant hesitated, he didn't know him, and turned his head to look at Hanhan.
"Buy, buy, hey, hey, hey, hey!" Zhu Wentian wanted to buy it, he knew what it was.
On the Henan side, there is generally salt in Pingdingshan, and there is also a kind called bitter salt, magnesium sulfate heptahydrate.
I don't know if the salt from there is all magnesium sulfate heptahydrate, or if it is not possible due to different mining places and technology, including part of sodium chloride and part of magnesium sulfate heptahydrate.
Either way, it's useful in the village, and it's not difficult to go back and process it again.
"Buy." The lieutenant chief was going to ask Hanhan when there were no outsiders, and now he agreed.
"How much to buy? I arranged for someone to negotiate the price. "The city secretary is happy and can finally help.
The money for renting two horses a day is not safe to hold, so you have to exert your strength.
"Buy, uh-huh!" Zhu Wentian's hands were spread out and closed.
"As much as you want." The lieutenant got it.
"Good! Ask them how many 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 sleep first, slept in the car, and did not go to other houses, there was a bad smell.
As soon as the quilt was covered, the snoring sounded for a short time.
After another half an hour, the city secretary said goodbye and found a place to sleep, and the chief also slept.
The sheep soup seller continued to kill other sheep, and when it was dealt with, he and his buddy squinted for a while.
At dawn the next day, the villagers who were keeping vigil lay down to sleep, and the others got up to wash their faces and brush their teeth.
The city secretary yawned and came over again, continued to drink mutton soup, and the villagers took out steamed buns that had been wrapped in quilts as staple food.
As soon as they ate, the county officials arrived together, and Xiaqiu Village belonged to a large family, and they bought hundreds of things.