At a glance, I saw that summer desert wind was full of inexplicable depression. Chu zhaoyue nuzui chose to change the topic.

"in fact, do you know what I want to do most?"

the summer desert wind smells the words, slightly raises his eyes, and asks directly with his eyes in depression.

Chu zhaoyue approaches him and laughs twice: "it's selling private salt. You should also be clear about how expensive official salt is now, and how cheap private salt is. The official salt was transported from the salt well. Along the long way, officials from all places had to draw some taxes, plus the large amount of salt taxes...