The price of salt in this era was exorbitant, the common households simply could not afford it.
Besides, the Lin Family hardly had any extra cash at the moment but Lin Ziyin just outright asked for two pounds of salt. Lin Zige almost fainted in shock.
"I need it urgently." Lin Ziyin looked a bit helpless and desperate. She was not an ignorant person; she knew the high price of salt in ancient times. But when making tofu, it was absolutely necessary to have salt brine. Though plaster could be used as a substitute for salt brine, Lin Ziyin found that tofu made with plaster was much inferior in taste to that made with salt brine.
"Well, you could buy one pound for me instead." Lin Ziyin reluctantly lowered her request.
"This?" Lin Zige wanted to decline, but upon seeing Lin Ziyin's pleading eyes, she swallowed back the words of refusal she had almost uttered.