While discussing Jia Han's performance, several people walked into the Naming Institute.

The audience was a little uncomfortable when they heard that the younger brother praised him. What would happen to his younger brother? He couldn't imagine it, but he heard that the court decided that it had nothing to do with the original tribe, which made him feel more at ease. Otherwise, with Jiahan's current momentum, if he returned to the tribe, the tenth ** would take the position of the leader in the future.

After talking about Jia Han for a while, Zhang Xianger asked A Siduo: "Did you hear that Jia Han was given a name and wanted to send Brother Yao Si to the Naqiu Institute? The current Naqiu Institute is good, but after entering, it has nothing to do with the original tribe. You have always wanted Brother Yao Si to take your seat. If he enters the Naqiu Institute, wouldn't you still have to choose another person?"

A Siduo smiled and said, "I have already inquired about it. After entering the Nascent Institute, it is not impossible to return to the clan. However, the clan must be welcomed by all tribes and the whole clan will surrender. At that time, our Yao family will welcome him back and say that, what can others say?"

Hearing this, the father of the blind Si Duoxin hurriedly turned around and asked, "Is there such a thing? Then can our clan bring Jia Han back? I wonder if the court has said that if you can not be the leader after returning to the clan."

"What are you going to do if you don't become the leader? Isn't it better for him to do things in the court and have a grade salary?"

"That's right." The old man nodded, lowered his head to think about his thoughts, and stopped talking.

The blind Siduo's heart beat violently, and suddenly he had an unknown premonition. What does his father mean? Do you want to welcome your younger brother back to the clan? What if Jia Han really goes back? Can you still successfully take over the position of leader?

Others did not pay attention to the changes in the expression of the expression of the Dasi Duo, and were still enthusiastically discussing their sons' performance in the Nazhiyuan. The Shunai of the Zhang family was not Zhang Xianger's biological son, so they could not be welcomed back, but instead became more free and easy. Anyway, Qinzhou did not pursue him as an adopted son pretending to be his son to take the rank of the rank of the rank of the rank of the rank of the rank of the rank of the rank of the rank of the rank of the rank of the rank of the rank of the rank of the rank of the rank of the rank of the rank of the rank of the rank of the rank of the rank of the rank of the rank of the rank of the rank of the rank of the rank of the rank of the rank of the rank of the rank of the rank of the rank of the rank of the rank of the rank of the rank of the rank of the rank

These protons will not only be a high-ranking official in the future, but even if they are a public official in Qinzhou, it will be of great benefit to their own clan. If you have someone in the government, you will get more care than other tribes. Whether it is rewards or trade, you will be able to benefit from the government's benefits.

When he was about to get to the house, Zhang Xianger suddenly said, "Hey, there are salt sells here? The salt is so thin, why is it as white as snow? It is different from the salt sold in Qinzhou before!"

Salt is a very sensitive material. Several people came forward and looked around the boxes of salt placed there.

These boxes are samples. If you really want to buy them, you have to go to the other side and pile them up, so they don’t squeeze them here.

After looking at it, the blind Duoxin looked at his father and asked the official who was standing there, "I don't know what the price of this salt?"

The official looked at the few people and said, "This is the best salt, no mud or sand, the most salty smell, and ten cents a pound is enough."

After hearing this, Xiao Siduo's face suddenly turned pale. He quietly pulled his father's sleeve and whispered: "There are some fine salt sold here, ten cents per pound. If this continues, who else can buy the salt from the salt pond in our tribe?"

Previously, the salt in the border prefectures in Shaanxi was implemented in China and France. The salt prices vary from place to place according to the distance of the roads transporting food and grass materials. Qinfeng Road was higher than Yan, Huanqing, and Jingyuan Road, and the price for merchants was 18 cents per catty. However, this was the preferential wholesale price given to merchants by the government. The market price for real salt removal was more than 30 cents. The green salt from Guwei Salt Pond and Dangxiang and Tubo was generally sold at fifteen cents per catty, so most of the residents of Qinfeng Road actually ate smuggled green salt.

In order to crack down on smuggling, the court's approach was to forcibly distribute salt according to the households. For example, Yongxing Army, Tongzhou, Huazhou and other places in the middle and eastern Shaanxi Road, the price of salt forcibly distributed to people is nearly 50 cents. The logic of this matter is this: salt removal and smuggling green and white salt have no price advantage. The court also needs salt profit and crack down on smuggling. It is impossible to forcefully distribute salt. If you have high-priced salt, you will never buy smuggled salt again, killing two birds with one stone. The implementation of a forced smuggling system in salt actually becomes a tax, a disguised count tax.

The roads along the border did not implement salt levies because of the needs of combat and appeasement of the people in the war zone, but only cracked down on smuggling. Therefore, the official price of salt in Qinzhou was more than 30 cents, while the smuggled salt sold in private was basically fifteen cents.

Xu Ping set the price of salt at 10 cents per kilogram, which made the smuggled salt transported by the Dangxiang completely unprofitable, and their freight costs were more than 10 cents. However, around the nearby Guwei and Died and Dang prefectures, it was still difficult to make money by selling 10 cents, but compared with the fine salt sold by Sansipuzi, the quality was much worse and it also lost its competitiveness.

The biggest source of wealth for the Shangdian tribe is the salt pond. Compared with this, the cattle, sheep and horses that are grazing are no longer important. I was just a little happy just now because I heard that Qinzhou began to allow the foreign tribes to sell horses. At this time, the father and son of Daosi Duoxin were in a cold heart.

Seeing that the blind Si Duo's face turned pale, he might have to do something. His father patted his hand and whispered: "We will discuss this matter when we go back. This is Qinzhou City, so don't cause trouble!"

Zhang Xianger and A Siduo stood aside and watched coldly. There was no salt pond in their tribe. They usually had a lot of jealousy when facing Ding tribes and made a fortune by relying on salt. They also had a lot of conflicts. They sold good fine salt at low prices in Qinzhou, and they were optimistic. They also wanted to buy salt. The Sansipu method was only good and bad for them.

Seeing that the blind Si Duoxin and his son stood aside silently, Zhang Xianger said to A Si Duo: "This is fine salt, which costs only ten cents per pound. This time I will send someone to buy a few hundred pounds when I go back. Don't be too late."

Asiduo said: "How can a few hundred kilograms be enough? We all have a lot of clan accounts, so we have to buy at least a few thousand kilograms! Even tens of thousands of kilograms! Now that Qinzhou City is asking to sell horses privately, the price must be much better than before. Selling a few horses is enough to buy salt."

Zhang Xianger said repeatedly, and walked around the place where salt was sold with A Siduo.
Chapter completed!