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What's the matter? I'm obviously justified, and I have to pretend to be a grandson, but this time Yuan Chonghuan took advantage of the problem and was pushed back by himself. Mao Jue was relieved. He listened to Mao Wenlong's instructions, and this time he didn't play donkey anymore. Stepping forward, he clasped his fists and bowed strangely.

"The boy was young and frivolous, he contradicted the supervisor, and asked the supervisor to forgive him!"

"Haha, what a crime! This governor still needs to ask Mr. Mao more about pickled fish. The state affairs are difficult, and Liaodong's expenses are also tight. If you can use seafood to fill military supplies, it will be a great good governance! Today, Mao The governor will not go to the banquet of the Lord, how about we just taste the seafood salted fish at this port?"

"Just as Governor Yuan said!"

The tense scene just now was completely resolved, and Mao Wenlong and Mao Wenlong pulled each other's sleeves. The two were really like good friends. Surrounded by a group of Dongjiang and Liaodong generals, they entered the barracks hand in hand, but Mao Jue fell behind again.

"What is this called!"

Once again rubbing the slap mark from Mao Wenlong's slap, Mao Jue muttered a few words in a particularly depressed manner. At this time, Wen Meng also paid for it. He took a careful look at his general's face before asking.

"Young master, do you still let him stare at the old man?"

His expression became gloomy again, and Mao Jue nodded heavily.

"Let him come back from the lighthouse first, but he is still in the barracks. I will keep an eye on this Yuan Manzi. Don't relax. Don't look at him, Yuan Chonghuan, who has a pleasant face. He is definitely not a good person!"

"Be sure not to make any omissions!"

Letting go of the handle of the revolver, Mao Jue waved his hand viciously downward. Wen Meng and several other soldiers all tightened their expressions and nodded neatly in response.

"I respect the command of the general!"

Chapter 37. The Sticky Yuan Manzi

This Yuan Manzi really has a personality, not to mention the governor's mansion, the county magistrate will have to eat and drink, and have to eat and drink. This is the norm in Daming, anyway, the status of civil servants is higher than that of military officials. In some small guards, there are even jokes about those who were eaten up by the poor, and the sergeants who were eaten by the officials ran away with their families.

But this Yuan Chonghuan is good. The fish marinated in the vat can indeed keep fresh, but the taste is definitely not as delicious as that of fresh fish. The first meal was eaten in the military camp. Mao Wenlong was afraid that the reception would not be good, so he specially replaced it with fresh seafood. Who knew that he would actually pick him out, and he would eat whatever the sergeants were asked to eat by name, which made a group of officers helpless, so they had a big meal with him.

Moreover, Mao Jue found out that Yuan Manzi had been following him for the past two days. On the first morning, he watched the sergeant's drill in Dongjiang Town, and in the afternoon, he went to sea by boat again, and went to the Xiaolu Island Salt Field. On the second day, he went to the formal check Dongjiang Town's money and food roster, and in the afternoon, I went to the Sanxing Baihu House to watch the fishermen remove hundreds of catties of pickled fish and store them in the cellar.

In more than a month, the production of this seafood farm has been quite abundant. The large barrels obtained from Mao Youde have been used for more than 500 barrels. The full fish catches are piled up in the warehouse, exuding a fishy smell. He actually didn't dislike it, he clicked his tongue and looked around, and went back to the city, and made a detour from the entrance of his own glass workshop before returning to the General Military Mansion.

On the third day and the fourth day, even the formal inspection was not carried out at all. Mao Jue was still in a drowsy sleep, so he was called out by the supervisor's yamen. With him as a small officer, go out to sea to fish?

Sea harvests in this era are really much more abundant than in later generations. The capacity of the China Sea is 800 million tons, but it has exceeded this limit for more than [-] consecutive years, and almost wiped out several seas. Mao Jue remembered that he had seen it. According to the news, a large yellow croaker weighing four to five catties was sold for tens of thousands.

But nowadays, although large yellow croakers of this weight are not common, but after more than ten nets, one or two come up. No, just after pulling a net head, the golden head of the fish has been stuck on the mesh and started to flop. .

"Supervisor! Oops! Superintendent, please slow down! Let the future! The future!"

This kind of Cangshan boat trawls nets, at least hundreds of catties are trapped in one net, and Yuan Chonghuan is staggered when he is dragged, so panicked that the officer surnamed Wu hastened to support him like a sycophant. Gritting his teeth, let alone a good fisherman, this fellow was so tired that he exhausted all his energy and didn't pull the net up.

It was the relatives of Pang Dahai who slid to the side to disperse the strength of the fish school, and finally brought the fish back.

Afterwards, the taste is not good, and it is often the rule of the sea that women are not allowed on board, but now there is too little manpower, and they can't take care of it. Dozens of women in the village hold fish killing knives and directly kill the fresh fish. The belly was ripped open, sea salt was sprinkled inside and out, and evenly stacked in a large bucket.

These people are also ingenious enough, connecting head to tail, and the fish are stacked neatly like flower petals.

This Yuan Manzi is really like a curious baby, and he stares at him endlessly. Anyway, Mao Jue is destined to be from Dongjiang Town, and he doesn't want to curry favor with him, a cowhide king, and he doesn't follow the scent here, hiding far away looking at the scenery from the bow.

This bloody smell is really unbearable for ordinary people. He picked up the fish-killing knife and wanted to follow it a few times. In the end, Yuan Chonghuan had to flee, but he also walked to the bow of the boat.

Mao Jue's original plan was to stare at Yuan Chonghuan like a follower for the past few days. Once he became murderous, he relied on his short-term burst of firepower to take him down, but the result was that the goal was completely reversed. Looking at Yuan Chonghuan's slightly simple and honest black face, Mao Jue felt a little tired of aesthetics, but he still had to respond with a smile, barely hiding his yawn, he squeezed out an extremely ugly smile, and held the bottle of water passed by.

"Master, drink water!"

"Master, I'll try first!"

This surnamed Wu is really a loyal dog. Seeing Mao Jue handing over the bamboo tube, he actually wanted to snatch it to test the poison, but it was a pity that the horse's ass was slapped on the horse's leg, and he directly shook the bamboo tube over his hand. Yuan Chonghuan still stared Eye.

"This is Dongjiang Town, the land of Daming. Mao Qian is always a general of Daming. How can he harm me, the supervisor of Daming? Presumptuous!"

"But the supervisor!"

"Go on! The governor wants to have a few words to talk to Mr. Mao Qian alone."

When this general surnamed Wu went down, his face was resentful like Shanxi old vinegar, his teeth were sour, and Mao Jue's heart was bristling. Since ancient times, there are many homosexuals in the army. This guy can't be Yuan Chonghuan. Are you gay?This guy lifted a muscular man weighing more than 100 kilograms with one hand. If he started to beat him secretly, he would be wronged.

Thinking in his heart, Mao Jue secretly moved away from Yuan Chonghuan again.

The sun was high and the wind was strong on the sea, and after a busy morning, Yuan Chonghuan was really thirsty. He picked up the bamboo tube and drank the cold boiled water that Mao Jue brought in the morning. He didn't expect that Mao Jue still had such thoughts. Wiping his mouth, he let out a comfortable breath, and just now looked at the tugboat below with emotion and continued to drag the net to catch the fish.

"The old man was born in Guangdong, and when he was young, he used to go to the sea to make a living. After more than 20 years, it has become more and more useless. He can't even drag the net well. It's really old. gone."

"The supervisor is born rich and honored, and he should not be able to do this rough work well!"

I really don't understand why this old guy keeps following him. He was on guard, and Mao Jue dealt with it casually.

Perhaps hearing the prevarication in Mao Jue's words, he smiled, Yuan Chonghuan didn't feel much emotion, but raised his head and looked at the past like the sea, the golden sun left a golden afterglow on the sea, the fishermen in the shimmering waves Just like fishing for gold in the sea with nets, after staring at it for a while, Lao Yuan suddenly pinched his nose and raised his eyebrows.

"What is this for?"

A net of fish had just been processed, and a few village women accompanied the fish baskets and poured all the fish gills and water into a large wooden box in the cabin. Yuan Chonghuan frowned.

"You can just throw these garbage into the water. What are you doing in the boat?"

"The internal organs of this fish have an amazing fishy smell. Throwing it into the water will attract sharks. Now that the boat is still small, it can't fight against a large group of sharks, so it's impossible to fish!"

Holding his fists together, Mao Jue explained carefully, for fear of being caught by this old black man.

"Besides, the land on this island is too barren. The water from these fish is rich in phosphorus and potassium. Putting them into the ground can also increase the fertility of the land and harvest more food and vegetables. The smell is bad, but it can be useful."

Near Mao Jue's factory is a processing plant next to the fishing ground. Every day after work and off work, you can always see them processing fish for unloading, or making feed, or making some organic fertilizers. After a long time, Mao Jue also has this impression in his mind.

"You still know agronomy?"

Yuan Chonghuan looked a little surprised, and raised his voice to ask.The supervisor praised him, and Mao Jue hurriedly bowed his fists humbly like Zhu Geliang in the Moonlight Treasure Box.

"A little understanding! Just a little understanding!"

This time the old guy was silent again, nodded while leaning on the railing, raised his head to look at the sea, and didn't speak for a long time.

What kind of medicine is sold in Yuan Manzi's gourd, so it looks like the Chinese in the circle of friends in later generations, and he is silenced every now and then.Feeling bored behind his back, Mao Jue would not be good to leave, and it would not be right not to leave, so he could only droop his head and follow him there. After a while, Governor Yuan could be said to have finished feeling emotionally again, but his next sentence was, But it made Mao Jue hang on his breath without choking to death.

"Do you think Liao can be flattened in five years?"

Come on, this is what your old man and Emperor Chongzhen are bragging about, dare I say it can't be equal?When the time comes, before your old man's head falls to the ground, think about the young master first, and then pull the back when he is dying, why should I come here?

But to be fair, who knows if this guy with a hidden knife in his smile can pat you on the shoulder, let me tell you that you have exquisite bones, you are a natural martial arts wizard, and the important task of saving the world is entrusted to you!Then find an excuse to send you to the front line of Ningyuan to die as a death squad.

The officialdom in the Ming Dynasty was turbulent and turbulent. Saying a wrong sentence or even sitting in the wrong position may kill you. Mao Jue has heard of it for a long time.

In a dilemma, Mao Jue looked embarrassed, where did he stutter, and didn't know whether he should answer or not.

Mao Jue didn't speak, and Yuan Chonghuan didn't feel annoyed. Instead, he changed the question, stared into his eyes and asked.