These borderline people used to receive some stale grain mixed with sand and send it to the border town for salt permits and then sell the permits back in the Imperial Capital to big salt merchants. The cost of transporting grain was one tael and two maces, but they could sell the salt permits for one tael and two maces and a few liens' price.
Without any means to support themselves with salt, they could only rely on earning a meager profit from big salt merchants, being the humblest laborers among all salt merchants.
Chen Yue scanned the struggling borderline people: "Remember to tell them, if they don't do as we say, they can forget about earning a living in the Imperial Capital in the future."
Chen Bin whispered: "I've already warned them… Shopkeeper, what should we do next? What loophole are you talking about?"
