Chapter 1259: My name is Wang Hunu!

It was noon.

The hot sun shone on the salt fields, and looking down from high altitude, one could see a piece of snow-white salt fields flashing with crystal color.

Groups of laborers with skin tanned dark and peeling were dragging rakes, repeatedly drying the coarse salt covering the ground.

Each salt field was a hundred meters long and wide.

Between them was an aisle that could accommodate two people walking side by side.

Every dozen meters on the aisle, there was a soldier holding a long spear on guard.

The salt produced by the salt pond in Hedong Commandery was of extremely high quality, and even without processing, it could be eaten directly.

And there was almost no bitter taste.

If it went through simple processing, it could become refined salt.

After the laborers mined the salt and repeatedly dried it, they transported it to the place of processing, and after grinding, it became refined salt.

Originally, these laborers who mined the salt fields worked for the local aristocratic families and powerful clans in Hedong Commandery.

But since Duan Yu took over the salt pond, he had cut off all private mining by aristocratic families and powerful clans in Hedong Commandery.

And these laborers were uniformly hired by Duan Yu.

As for those ordinary people who originally lived in the surrounding area and mined privately, they were also hired by Duan Yu together.

Private salt trafficking was a major crime.

But because the salt pond was too large and the management was loose, private mining still generally existed.

One shi of salt could be sold for eight hundred coins.

Of course, this was the high-quality refined salt from the salt pond.

For the kind that ordinary people mined privately and had not been processed, one shi was at most four hundred coins.

Of course, it was clearly impossible for ordinary people to mine privately and then sell it at this price.

The powerful clans who collected this privately mined salt from the people would generally press the price extremely low.

That was about two hundred coins per shi.

And the powerful clans would simply process the salt they collected back, and they could profit six hundred coins per shi.

The privately mining people worked hard, soaking in the salt pond, and had to bear the risk of being caught by the salt supervisor, and in the end, they only got two hundred coins per shi, which was not even enough to buy one shi of refined grain.

But when it turned into the hands of the powerful clans, there was an income of six hundred coins. ===== CHAPTER 1261 =====