With each other's company, both Yao Zhi and Fu Chen'an did not notice the passage of time as they chatted, and soon it was their turn.
Standing at the counter, Yao Zhi looked at the brownish lumps in the sacks and asked, "Uncle, do you have any salt for sale?"
When the attendant heard her question, he scrutinized her for a moment before pointing at the sacks in the counter and saying, "This is the salt sold in our store."
Hearing this, Yao Zhi was stunned.
The attendant assumed she was from a mountainous area and had never seen salt before.
Pointing at the brownish lumps, he said, "This is coarse salt. It costs 250 wen per tael." Then, pointing at the grayish lumps, he added, "This is fine salt. It costs 750 wen per tael."
The moment Yao Zhi heard this, her eyes widened in shock. One tael was equal to 40 grams. The price of salt was so high!
