Gu Yijiu did not lie. This salt was hard-earned for many days and was hard-won. It was not enough to use it at home, so how could it be sold?

The coarse salt is bitter, and the immortal stars always have a deep brow when eating. Gu Yijiu originally wanted to use this salt to improve it, but unexpectedly she was scolded.

"Salt is precious and should not be wasted. If there is another time, I will never let you go!"

Due to the limitations of technology, one piece of two or three pounds of coarse salt can only filter out about half a pound of refined salt in the end.

It is a waste, but there is no fault.

After that, the ancient charity wine no longer filtered salt.

He is not a saint, and he does things with kindness but will not be rewarded. He will naturally feel angry.

Then he saw the immortal stars using fine salt in his meals, but he still ate coarse salt.

Gu Yijiu understood his childishness.

"Little Langjun, Xiaolangjun?"

The fat businessman awakened the distracted ancient ritual wine.

He asked, "You don't want to sell salt, why do you call me again?"

Gu Yijiu smiled slightly and said, "Because I want to sell you the method of filtering salt."
Chapter completed!