Chapter 93.2
Suddenly, Feng Shao took out a large bag from his storage ring, handed it to the middle-aged man, and said, “Many thanks for uncle’s hospitality, please take these things as a thank-you gift!”
“How is this possible?” The middle-aged man hastily declined, “It’s just a little countryman’s meal, why should the guests be so polite?”
“Uncle, please don’t refuse. We rashly came to the door to bother you. If we come empty-handed, how can we be guests? Please accept it, uncle!”
“This…” The middle-aged man looked hesitant.
Seeing his hesitation, Feng Shao had no choice but to say, “Uncle, what’s in this bag is just some salt, it’s not worth much, don’t refuse!”
Hearing the word “salt,” the middle-aged man’s eyes lit up immediately.
In fact, salt is not worth much as Feng Shao said. Unless one lives in a place where salt is abundant, salt is considered a luxury product for most people. Although adding a little salt can make food taste delicious, it is this little salt that most people cannot afford.
Firstly, the extraction process of salt is very backward in this world, secondly, the transportation conditions are poor, and thirdly, the salt tax is very high.
The life others take for granted is often what some people dream of.