Chronicles of Primitive Civilization
Chapter 1110

Heading to the Vast Grasslands

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Looking at the piles upon piles of salt mountains before them, Gu Ji and Tian Hong both felt their hearts pounding with alarm.

The importance of salt went without saying.

Although the Han Tribe now had currency that could be used to trade for all kinds of goods, if someone truly could not produce any money, they could trade with salt instead. Even grain could not compare with that.

After all, if you had no grain, you could still eat something else to fill your stomach. But if you did not eat salt, what could you possibly find to replace it?

To a certain extent, salt actually had the same value as currency.

That was because it was a necessity for human survival, rather than merely a necessity of life.

There was only one character's difference between the two terms, but that difference highlighted its importance perfectly.

Without salt, people could not survive.

Gu Ji and Tian Hong naturally understood this principle. As they looked at the snow-white salt mountains before them, it was as though they were looking at piles upon piles of coins.

This was all money!

Just how had the Han Tribe extracted salt from seawater?

At that thought, Tian Hong simply asked outright.

"Brother Ye An, do you know exactly how this salt is extracted from seawater? Is there really so much salt in seawater?"

Ye An could not answer that question either. He had only heard Luo Chong say that sea salt was dried out of seawater. That probably meant using the sun to dry it, but he truly had no idea how it was done in detail.

"I'm not sure either. But since we're here to tour the place, we can just go and see for ourselves."

The Prefect of Xianfeng Commandery was Niu

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