"Ancestor! Ancestor Shaman, were you able to gather a large amount of salt? Let me taste... Oh! This salt isn't bitter, it's even better than government salt?!..."
"Indeed! Ah Li, we can get a lot of this sea salt from the east, calculated in hundreds of jin. So, do the tribes in the west accept this kind of goods? What kind of price can they offer?…"
"They accept! Surely accept! Along the Great River, no tribe lacks salt! I estimate that dozens of jin of salt could be traded for a fine horse from 'Forest People'! Not just the Forest People, but all Jurchen tribes, even the Great Ming's Liaodong, inside or outside those border forts, lack salt tremendously! Hmm… I shouldn't say they lack salt, rather they are very poor and can't afford the high-priced government salt…"
Chief of the Harman Tribe, Ah Li, widened his eyes, looking at the glistening salt in the bag in front of him, as if he had seen real hard currency in this northeastern mountain forest!
