Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Thursday Lang glanced at him and said, "You've robbed others of their fortunes, would they not want to kill you?"

Sitting between the two of them, he sighed deeply, "Cutting people's money is like killing one's parents, you see how powerful Mr. Yang is, with such a good family background, if he cut off their wealth, they still send assassins Kill him."

Every time Chuu Lang thought about this, his head sweated, he shivered, stretched out his hand to rub the goose bumps on his arm, and said to the two of them, "And this broken fortune is in your hands, do you think they hate you? "

He used his own example, "I have been selling tea to the grasslands. If one day someone stops me, refuses to sell it to me, and robs all my buyers, I will definitely hate them."

Zhou Man and Bai Shan:  …

"Of course, I'm not going to kill them." Seeing the strange eyes of the two of them, Chuu Lang immediately explained, "If you don't keep the master here, you will have your own place? But I only make a few money from the tea. , how much money does the salt field in Jiangnan make?"

He lowered his voice and said, "I heard people say that most of our official salt in Dajin comes from the south of the Yangtze River. Think about who doesn't eat salt in this world? How much salt is eaten in a day, how much does it cost... …”

Bai Shan: "...It's not that powerful. Other places also produce salt, as well as well salt. There are also some salt fields in other coastal areas. The Jiangnan salt field accounts for about a quarter of Dajin's salt at most."

But this is the most concentrated, and most of the salt in other places is self-sufficient, such as Qingzhou.

Several counties in Qingzhou get their salt from Beihai County. Basically, they don't have any extra for takeout. Occasionally, they can sell a little bit to the nearest Qizhou.

Therefore, compared with the Jiangnan Salt Works, which can not only supply the entire Huainan Road, but also supply nearly a quarter of the prefectures and counties in Dajin, the former Beihai County is far behind.

After thinking about it for a while, Chuu Lang couldn't figure out how much it was. Anyway, he thought it was quite a lot. "Does this mean that one out of every four households eats salt from the south of the Yangtze River?"

Bai Shan nodded, "Almost."

"That's also very profitable," said Thursday Lang. "Now you have earned all this money. How many people's money is this blocking the way?"

Bai Shan: "...I didn't earn it. I didn't lose much."

"Anyway, everyone thinks it's you," said Thursday, "I used to think it was good to be an official. Is there anything more powerful than being an official in this world? Except for officials who are bigger than you, no one can do it. bullied you."

"Bullying doesn't matter. Everyone is an official in the same dynasty, and they have some affection. You are both smart. Others may not be able to fight against you, but I didn't expect that if they couldn't fight, people would directly use a knife." A bit of sweat on his forehead, he said with lingering fear: "You don't know, I heard that Master Yang was assassinated every few days in Jiangnan, and even the tea you drank might be poisonous. Lord Yang, what should I do if I turn around and kill you?"

In the past, they fought openly and secretly in the official circles, but Shizuo Lang felt that it was nothing. His sister was popular, and both of them were smart. Those who fought openly and secretly could not fight against the two, but now...

Thursday Lang was a little worried, looked at the two of them and asked cautiously, "If...you are willing to resign at this time?"

Bai Shan did not speak.

Zhou Man asked him directly, "There are bandits on the road from the capital to Xiazhou. You are likely to be robbed when you pass by. Are you willing to give up that trade route now?"

"That must not work. How many years have we traveled to open this trade route, and we are familiar with the heavy rain side."

Zhou Mandao: "Bai Shan and I are unwilling, how can you give up when you encounter a little setback?"

She said, "And if Bai Shan and I are not officials anymore, who will protect our caravan? Believe it or not, turn around and you can't even do the medicinal herb business."

Bai Shan nodded, "Only when Zhou Man and I are still in the officialdom, they don't dare to fight against you. If they want to fight, they will fight with us. But if we both retreat, they will definitely beat the underdog."

"I'm not a dog," Chuu Lang muttered, but he still understood what they meant and couldn't help sighing, "Forget it, I won't go back to the capital, and tomorrow I'll go to Longchi to bring everyone back. , let someone make a few rooms for me in the back room, I will take the guys to live in, there are many people, and we are not afraid of assassins."

Zhou Man: "...It's not necessary, fourth brother, what are you doing? This is the backyard of the county government office. During the day, there are yamen officers and guards and guards at home."

"By the way, the princess and Yin or both live here. The guards and guards they bring are all good. Do assassins dare to come?"

Thursul Lang's eyes lit up when he heard this, and his heart felt a little more at ease.

Bai Shan continued: "And this is Qingzhou, which is far away from Jiangnan. This is my territory. Can I still be bullied by others on my own territory?"

Chu Chulang slapped his thigh, "Yes, this is your territory. Alas, Mr. Yang just had bad luck, and he was transferred to Jiangnan. That is someone else's territory. No wonder he was always assassinated."

"How wonderful Xiazhou, let me tell you, Lord Yang has a lot of prestige in Xiazhou..."

"I know, I know," Zhou Man interrupted him quickly, "Fourth brother, are you still sleeping tonight? We have to go to the yamen tomorrow."

"Let me feel it," Chuu Lang tilted his head to look at the sky, and after a while, said to the two people who were looking at him, "I'm not sleepy right now."

Bai Shan and Zhou Man had their heads lowered, what should they do, they wanted to hit someone.

The three sat for a while, and Bai Shan tentatively suggested, "I heard that drunk people sleep well."

Hearing this, Chuu Lang became happy, rolled his eyes and said, "But I don't have any alcohol."

"I have," Bai Shan got up immediately, "Wait, I'll go get the wine."

No matter it is Bai Shan, Bai Erlang or Yin Or, the three of them are not very good at drinking, but there will always be people who bring wine during New Years and festivals, and there are occasional guests at home, so there is still wine.

Bai Shan took a jar of wine and turned around to leave. After thinking about it, he turned back and hugged a jar.

Zhou Man saw that he was silent for a while, "It's not good to drink cold wine, I'll go to the stove to warm the wine."

When the stove came up, Bai Shan opened the wine and poured it into the jug to heat it up. Zhou Man said again, "It's not good to eat wine with an empty stomach. I'll go to the kitchen to find something."

She went to the kitchen to rummage and found a few steamed buns. After thinking about it, she rummaged through the cupboard carefully. Sure enough, she found some snacks, so she packed them up and brought them to Shirou.

Thursul Lang looked at a plate of steamed buns and a plate of dim sum, and was speechless for a while, "Even if it's a plate of fried beans."

"No, you will eat it."

Thursday Lang poured himself a glass of wine, took a sip of the steamed bun first, and drank half of the wine, his eyes widened and sparkled, "This wine is good!"