The soldier warned lightly and then continued to check the remaining carriage.

Nangong Qi pretended to be aware of it and then entered the carriage again.

The inner city of Xijing is subject to a curfew, while the outer city is much open. Outside the city, it is even more open all night long. This is also the reason why the moat pleasure boats do not sleep all night.

Therefore, a large number of high-ranking officials and nobles have a property in the outer city, and they can experience the prosperity of the capital at night while they are resting.

Nangong Qi stopped and looked at the shop in front of him.

The autumn breeze blows, waving the curtain left and right, and the four words "Oriental Supervisory Number" written on it also appear and disappear.

This is a market that sells salt.

The salt industry in ancient times was never something that no one could get intoxicated with. People who sell it must have salt entries issued by the government. However, salt entries need a very strong relationship or money to buy them.

At this time, the breeze had stopped, and Nangong Qi saw clearly that it was the word "Oriental Salt".

There was already a queue in front of the Yanhao shop. Most of them were dressed as servants or maids. Some of them were holding porcelain basins, some were holding dustpans, and some were holding bamboo tubes. Most of them were quietly waiting for the crowd in front.

"Salt, what a good thing!"

Nangong Qi turned around and left.

It's not the time yet. He has to wait until there are fewer people at noon before coming over.

Sitting in the restaurant, Nangong Qi held a teacup and sipped it in one bite. Dongfang Salt Industry was the message Sun County Magistrate gave him in the letter.

This industry is a store opened by the family of the prince’s lair. It can be said that this thing is the current prince’s wallet!

Since County Magistrate Sun was unreliable, he had to find it himself. It just so happened that the prince’s money bag was selling salt.

Isn’t this a coincidence?

Nangong Qi took out the ancient salt purification method given by the system lottery, shook his head, and then threw it into the space.

According to his observation, the salt sold by Oriental Salt Industry is yellowed and the particles are relatively large, and it is obvious that it is not high-quality salt. Therefore, his operating space is much larger.

This is just purification. The most important thing is that what he has in his hand is purification of sea salt, including the method of manufacturing sea salt!

According to his understanding for so long, Daqing's salt is basically in the Lianghuai region, but the output is less than Nangong Qi imagined. Because he saw many ordinary people using vinegar cloth to supplement salt, which is incompatible with the prosperous Daqing.

Therefore, his ancient sea salt may also be a good entry point.

After lunch, Nangong Qishi walked towards Dongfang Salt Industry. At this time, the long dragon at the door had disappeared, and several friends were cleaning the cabinets and putting on the door panels at the same time.

Don't get me wrong, it's because their goods are sold out.

When Nangong Qi walked over, the clerk inside was talking. He ignored his arrival because Nangong Qi did not use the tools to put salt.

"There are a lot more silver today."

"Scholars from other counties went to Beijing to take the exam, and most of them brought the money. In recent times, the amount of money will only increase."

"Yes! Three years have passed, and the scholars have gone to Beijing to take the exam again. These inns have made a fortune again this time!"

......

"I'm sorry for you." Nangong Qi walked up and raised his hand to pay a greeting. "Do you dare to ask if the manager of the Dongfang is there? I have something to report."

The two salt dice on the door panel stopped, and the shopkeeper inside, who was calculating the account book, also raised his head.

"Who are you? What's the matter with me?"
Chapter completed!