Zhang Meng thought to himself that salt wasn't valuable and, after considering to confirm there wouldn't be any issues, he directly agreed:
"Fine, whatever Peng Liu says, we'll do!"
"Hahaha, I'll listen to you!"
He didn't take the salt seriously.
On the contrary, he was more concerned about the rice, flour, grains, and oil Peng Yue mentioned in the latter half of his sentence.
After all, Peng Yue didn't seem to be lacking food or clothing at this moment. With so many precious canned goods being sold, could his people still have nothing to eat?
Who the hell would eat those bland white flour cakes if they had meat in cans?
That would be insane, right?
Moreover, apart from these cans, there was specifically a truckload filled entirely with processed instant noodles.
These two items combined formed a phrase in Zhang Meng's eyes.
That was: rolling in money.
What is wealth?
Food.
For the people now, the one with more food has a solid foundation and strong power.
