Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

It's not that he likes the Iron-Faced Princess; he just wants to study her body proportions carefully through her clothes.

This led him to find a way to exercise, since he also wanted to have a perfectly proportioned physique.

Jiang Yunyu smiled knowingly and hurriedly climbed into the carriage, only to be dressed in a servant's uniform by Lin Ping. He could leave the city, but his identity as the heir apparent couldn't be revealed, lest both of them get a beating.

Lin Ping kept looking Jiang Yunyu up and down, hesitating several times before finally mustering up her courage: "Brother-in-law likes red dresses, preferably unwashed ones..."

Jiang Yunyu smiled knowingly: "Not only do I have unwashed ones, but I also have my sister's bathrobe. I'll bring you anything my brother-in-law likes, hehe... Could I exchange it for one of Xiaohui's corsets..."

Lin Ping said in a serious tone, "We must be rigorous when conducting academic research."

……

Hearing the lewd laughter of the two men inside the carriage, Da Niu blushed with shame and even lost his will to drive, feeling an urge to join them...

The main city is not far from Huai'an City; even with five carts of salt, it only took half an hour to reach it.

Upon entering the city, it immediately caused a stir. The insignia of the city lord's carriage and the five carts full of salt were both a beautiful sight.

"Salt! It's salt!"

The people's eyes lit up, staring intently at the pure white salt, some even drooling, thinking that a single grain of salt was a delicacy.

Lin Ping glanced at the scene through the car window, a feeling of indescribable sorrow welling up inside him.

In fact, this amount of salt is just a drop in the ocean for all the people of Huai'an Prefecture. Even if it were all sold at a low price, it would only be enough to last for ten days or half a month.

To fundamentally solve the salt problem, it is necessary to develop rock salt production near Jiangcheng. Before that, Lin Ping needs a considerable amount of capital.

When the streets were packed with people, Lin Ping slowly stepped out of the carriage, with Jiang Yunyu by his side. They were taken aback by the enthusiasm of the people.

As the heir of the city lord's mansion, he had never experienced the feeling of being respected. Although the common people respected Lin Ping, he was also deeply moved by it.

Lin Ping climbed onto a salt cart, slit open the burlap sacks filled with salt with his dagger, and flung the salt into the air, shouting, "The City Lord's Mansion invites everyone to eat salt!"

The salt grains, sparkling like snowflakes, filled the air. The moment they landed on the ground, the people erupted in cheers and went wild!

They all lay on the ground, using all four limbs to collect as much salt as possible, and finally happily carried it all in their clothes.

Seeing the joy on the faces of the people, Lin Ping felt completely refreshed and poured out all the salt from the cart.

This cartload of salt weighed fifty shi (a unit of dry measure), which, according to market prices, could have been sold for a thousand taels of silver. Lin Ping lost it all just like that.

But he knew that giving away this little bit of salt for free wouldn't completely enrage the city lord, nor would it get him killed.

If he could get more salt, worth tens or hundreds of thousands of taels of silver, and then just waste it, that would be truly exciting.

When the time comes, completing the task will be a piece of cake.

However, to obtain more salt, he needs the capital to develop salt mines, and he has already figured out how to obtain that capital.

Lin Ping drank with increasing gusto, while Li Mingxuan and the others trembled with heartache. Only Jiang Yunyu stared blankly at the grateful people, feeling a strange mix of emotions.

The city lord loves his people like his own children... The city lord loves his people like his own children...

In an instant, all the people knelt on the ground, their faces devout, and kept shouting loudly.

The people's voices grew louder and louder, and the whole street echoed with the phrase: "The city lord loves his people like his own children."

Jiang Yunyu, puzzled, asked Lin Ping seriously, "Brother-in-law, we only gave them a little salt, why are the people so grateful?"

Lin Ping looked at Jiang Yunyu with surprise, not expecting the chubby boy to have such deep feelings. So he replied earnestly, "In today's world, although it seems prosperous, there are actually many people who can't afford to eat or salt. If you give them a bite of food or a bite of salt, they will be grateful. If you become the city lord in the future, remember to make sure that the people have a way to survive."

Jiang Yunyu was born into an aristocratic family and had never worried about food or clothing since childhood. He had no idea what it was like to be unable to afford food or salt, so he found it hard to understand their actions at this moment.

However, after listening to Lin Ping's explanation, I seemed to understand quite a bit.

Education should be seized while the iron is hot, and Lin Ping couldn't let this opportunity slip by. He immediately followed up with, "YOUDIDADIDAME, IHUALAHUALAYOU."

Just as Jiang Yunyu was about to have an epiphany, he was suddenly stunned, but he still straightened his chest and said, "Brother-in-law, let's divide all this salt among ourselves!"

To be honest, Jiang Yunyu had never been in contact with the City Lord's finances and didn't know that his family was already so poor that they couldn't even afford to eat. Giving away these salts would only worsen the City Lord's situation.

However, Lin Ping had already set up a low table on the street, sat cross-legged, and shouted loudly, "Selling salt! Selling salt at low prices!"

Jiang Yunyu felt a bit overwhelmed, completely unable to keep up with Lin Ping's thinking. Just a moment ago, he was saying that he wanted to leave a way for ordinary people to survive, but now he was starting to sell in a big way.

"Brother-in-law...didn't we agree to give away salt for free?"

Jiang Yunyu squatted down next to Lin Ping and asked in confusion.

“Send? Which ear of yours heard that evil word? Father has already made it very clear, he is out selling salt.”

Lin Ping explained it as a matter of course.

"What about the car just now?" Jiang Yunyu couldn't understand Lin Ping's inconsistent behavior.

Lin Ping leaned close to Jiang Yunyu's ear and whispered, "It's to create a buzz. Haven't you noticed that the number of people around here has increased several times over? We can take this opportunity to raise prices!"

puff……

Jiang Yunyu really wanted to spit in Lin Ping's face. How could he have been so bewitched as to follow such a shameless guy out of the city? So he lowered his head and stared at the ground, not daring to look at those eager faces.

Because the people were eager for salt, the surrounding heat did not subside even after Lin Ping started charging money.

"Excuse me, excuse me."

A middle-aged man dressed in a brown brocade robe hurried through the crowd and stood in front of Lin Ping with a smile on his face.

"They've finally arrived!" Lin Ping smiled mysteriously, secretly delighted.

He had met this person once before; he was the steward of the Su family, and it seemed that he had been entrusted by the head of the Su family.

The reason is simple: in order to make money, the Su family hoarded salt and naturally would not allow Lin Ping's truckloads of salt to enter the market.

"May I ask, sir, how much do you sell this salt?"

The middle-aged man's forced smile revealed his true colors as a cunning businessman.

Sorry, in front of me, there are no unscrupulous merchants, only easy prey!

Lin Ping glanced up at the other person and said irritably, "One tael of silver per dou."

"Holy crap!"

The middle-aged man emphasized the words in a dramatic tone, and nearly stumbled and fell.

Although the price of salt has soared dozens of times, it only sells for one tael of silver for five dou of salt. Lin Ping kept saying that he was selling salt at a low price, but he actually raised the price five times!

The middle-aged man wanted to leave because of this insincere deal, but he had to bite the bullet and bargain with Lin Ping because of the death order issued by the head of the Su family.

"I don't know..."

"No way!" Lin Ping said decisively before the other party could even bargain.

"you you……"

The middle-aged man was so angry that he nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Take it or leave it."

Lin Ping turned his head away and ignored the man.

The people gave Lin Ping a thumbs up for his efforts.

It was obvious to anyone with eyes that the middle-aged man wanted to buy salt at a low price and then sell it at a higher price.

It was the existence of this group that caused the price of salt in Jiangzhou City to keep soaring.

Therefore, the common people hated these unscrupulous merchants to the bone, and naturally admired Lin Ping's actions, praising the City Lord's Mansion extensively once again.

However, did Lin Ping really intend to scare the other party away with a high price?

Of course not! He simply wanted to sell it for a high price, and if the other party turned around and left, Lin Ping would definitely lower the price.

"Hmph! The city lord is compassionate towards the people, but he's tyrannical towards you bunch of unscrupulous merchants. If you're not going to buy, get lost and don't block the way."

A raggedly dressed man strode over aggressively, almost ready to attack the Fang family's steward.

Lin Ping sized the man up and down, greeted him with a smile, and said softly, "Ten coins a peck!"

The price has been reduced by a hundredfold. What's the difference between that and giving it away for free?

Watching the man happily buy a bushel of salt, the steward of the Su family felt a chill. It seemed that the city lord's mansion was really not short of money and intended to distribute salt to the people. If they continued to wait, all the salt would be sold out in less than half an hour.

When every household has salt to eat, the price of salt will definitely plummet, enough to make the Su family rich. So even if they lose money, the Su family will consume all the salt. Moreover, the Su family is confident that they can raise the price of salt several times over in the near future.

"Alright, it's your decision. One tael of silver per dou (a unit of dry measure), I'll buy all this salt!"

"It's Su family steward," the steward said through gritted teeth.

These four carts of salt totaled 150 shi (a unit of dry measure), with each shi worth 100 taels of silver, meaning a total of 15,000 taels of silver.

Therefore, the price of salt is not much lower than that of silver.

"I've suddenly changed my mind. How about these four cartloads of salt, totaling twenty thousand taels of silver?"

Lin Ping sat leisurely on the ground, speaking with an air of confidence.

A tael of silver for a bushel of salt is no different from robbery. If the other party can accept such a price, it means that this is not their bottom line.

The Su family steward was so angry that he kept coughing, his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably, and he felt like tearing Lin Ping to pieces.

However, did he have a choice? Of course not!

At the same time, the people gave Lin Ping a thumbs up and sang, "Lord City Lord, you have punished the unscrupulous merchants and stood up for the people. It is truly a blessing for us common folk!"

In the eyes of ordinary people, Lin Ping's constant price increases were simply a way of avoiding selling salt to unscrupulous merchants, which is why he was making things difficult for them in every way.

Lin Ping glanced at the Su family steward out of the corner of his eye, afraid that the fat sheep he had almost caught would escape, since the price he had offered was a bit too much.

"Okay! I promise you!"

The steward of the Su family hurriedly pulled out 20,000 taels of silver notes from his pocket, fearing that Lin Ping might change his mind again.

Lin Ping was stunned when he saw the thick stack of silver notes. He cursed inwardly: "Are you crazy?! Twenty thousand taels of silver to buy four cartloads of salt?"

The chubby boy's eyes gleamed with greed, wishing he could snatch the silver notes immediately, but fearing he would disappoint the people, he sat there motionless in anguish.

Lin Ping stood up, cupped his hands in greeting, and circled around the area. His voice booming, "Fellow villagers, as you've all seen, I, Lin Ping, have been raising prices to avoid selling salt to these unscrupulous merchants. But they keep compromising. I, Lin Ping, am a spendthrift and could certainly disregard my reputation and continue raising prices, but the City Lord's Mansion has a reputation to maintain; we can't keep going back on our word..."

Lin Ping delivered this lie with such emotion that the common people were moved to tears. They all wiped away their tears and choked out, "We see the Lord's intentions. It's just that these unscrupulous merchants are too cunning. How could we blame the Lord?"