God Catch starts with adding points

As for the pre-order deposit, it exceeds the total amount of salt that the people want to buy in one day.

But Lu Bai refused.

His reason sounded ridiculous, "I'm afraid your salt will fall into your hands."

The wealthy businessmen left angrily.

They felt that Lu Bai had found a ridiculous reason to prevaricate them.As for the real reason, it must be that the White Wolf Gang wants to gather together for next year.

Time is slowly ticking in the pre-orders.

More than half a month later, as more and more people in Yancheng participated in the pre-order, the craze reached its peak—almost everyone was looking forward to it, waiting for the sale of private salt.

The members of the Black Tiger Gang even set up a handicap in the gambling house, betting on who will start the sale the earliest, what is the lowest and highest salt price, and who has the highest salt price.

Almost everyone is betting that the price of private salt is equal to that of official salt.

Almost no one bets on those that are lower than the official salt.

The big black cow scratched his head anxiously.

If it weren't for her special status and being too eye-catching, she would definitely go to the gambling shop to bet that the minimum salt price is lower than the official salt, so as to make a fortune.

However, Da Hei Niu has this insight only because she has inside information.

Because, according to common sense, the price of salt must be high.

Not for anything else, just because the official salt is no longer available.

I heard that when they were in Yongle City, Jin Yiwei almost failed to buy salt.

It shows that the rising salt price is the norm.

And those wealthy businessmen, they ordered a large number of private salt, didn't they just wait for the price increase of official salt next year to make a fortune?

That being the case, these salt smugglers certainly have no reason to set the price of salt lower than official salt.

Not only casinos think so.

People also think so.

Many people are already waiting for the sale of salt to start, and then pay the balance by selling iron.

No way, who wants to pay salt tax.

Just as everyone expected——

The day of paying the salt tax draws near.

More and more expect the salt to go on sale.Among them, the White Wolf Gang is the one that is under the most pressure.

Most of the people who pre-ordered the white wolf gang's private salt were ordinary people.They are not like those rich merchants who buy salt to store up and wait for the price to rise. People buy salt to buy their lives—they can’t stand the government’s persecution.

For this reason, these ordinary people surrounded the sub-helms of the White Wolf Gang in various workshops.

The disciples of Haoqimen had no choice but to help the White Wolf to maintain order.Let Lu Bai persist until three days before the tax collection day.

Lu Bai persisted until now, not for the sake of playing tricks, but to get as many people as possible to pre-order.

Unfortunately, there are not many people who appreciate it.

The patience of all the people is being worn out, and various rumors have begun to circulate in the market, such as the White Wolf Gang preparing to launch the sale near the tax day, so as to raise the price, so that many people who pre-ordered have to buy it.Some people said that although the White Wolf Gang has a lot of salt, it does not release much salt, so it has not been launched for sale.

All in all, there are a lot of rumors.

These rumors did not originate without roots, the admiral and the people from Jin Yiwei helped a lot, and even added some details to make the rumors very realistic.

Instigated by these rumors, the people became more and more angry, and they were about to dismantle the White Wolf Branch.

Fortunately, there are disciples from Haoqimen.

They seem to be lying, lying, or hanging on the wall, eaves, or branches, and they can't leave their hands for almost a moment, but they move their hands——

That's pretty awesome.

Those who spread the rumors had some skills, but none of them were the once-against enemies of these disciples. They almost punched to the flesh, and they beat them to pieces.

Let many angry people calm down.

For the first time, the people of Yancheng experienced the power of "The Intention of Drunk", remembering the drunken but very flexible and vigorous posture of the disciples of the White Wolf Gang.

Finally, in the anticipation of everyone, the White Wolf Gang sold illegal salt.

The White Wolf gang sub-helms of each workshop will go on sale at the same time.

Almost at the moment of the sale, the common people broke through the threshold.

Fortunately, the members of the White Wolf Gang were already prepared.

The disciples maintained order, and the sellers got busy quickly and skillfully.When they reported the salt price, the sub-rudder, who had been chattering just now, immediately quieted down.

They thought they heard it wrong, "How much?"

The White Wolf Gang reported it again.

Whoa!

The people became chaotic again, and this time the noise almost brought the roof down.

They are not angry, not scolding, but cheering.

It's only [-]% of the official salt!

"Great!"

"Thank goodness we can get through this!"

"Haha, my money is just right."

"Seventy percent, seventy percent, ahaha."

A man with a sick face and a sallow face heard the price of salt outside, and happily picked off the grass flags from the head of the girl in his arms, lifted her high, and let her down again.

"Father, yes, don't you need to betray me?" The girl in his arms asked weakly with a dazed expression.

"No, no, my son doesn't have to be a cow or a horse for others." The man said, Dou Da's eyes fell.

They were not the only ones who were crying, there were also tens of thousands of common people surrounding the helm of the White Wolf Gang.

Exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes are fiercer than tigers.

I don’t know how many people lose their families every year because of this salt tax. And no one knows.

These people who sell their children, houses and wives, these people who cry, they are not cowards, it is not that they have never thought of resisting.

But this world is not the world Lu Bai once lived in.

In that world, when the peasants had nothing to live for, someone climbed up and shouted, and there were many people who responded. One person and one fist could smash mountains and rivers, and trample the capital city, so that those who oppressed them suddenly remembered how powerful they were.

However, in this world, martial arts and practice are controlled by the imperial court, aristocratic families, and sects. They have established a set of cultivation to support the imperial power, remote control the aristocratic family, the aristocratic family defends the imperial power, the imperial power governs the people, oppresses the common people through martial arts or practice, and sucks blood. .

under this order.

The people have a pair of fists, so what if they have an idea of ​​resistance, they don't know martial arts, they don't know how to practice, even if tens of thousands of people, 10,000+ people, come to a team of Jinyiwei, they can kill seven in and seven out.

If a practitioner comes, 10,000+ people will be crushed by the practitioner in an instant, which is easier and less troublesome than a farmer mowing grass.

Lu Bai has an image metaphor.

This is equivalent to a modern society, where the person with the atomic bomb is in charge of a group of people who are still fighting with cold weapons.

There is no point in resisting.

Only invites death.

Ordinary people are simply powerless to resist these mountains that weigh on them.

Only by being an obedient citizen, only by allowing the bullying of these higher-ups, may there be a chance of survival.

Chapter 256 Play

When Lu Bai first arrived in this world, he had many doubts.

I just don't know why, below the county government, or even more than the county government, below the magistrate's government, the government is very bad.

Vegetarian meals for official corpses.

To catch the head, the main source of the catcher's salary is extortion.

A clerk can destroy a family by adding or subtracting to the account books with a pen.

Within one square, a gang can enter the county government office, kill the magistrate grandiosely and then escape, as long as the Jinyiwei and the city guard are not disturbed, they can live well.

Several gangs are fighting each other, killing thousands of people, the government can turn a blind eye.

Lu Bai didn't understand why ordinary people were so introverted that gangs ran rampant. Only by joining gangs could they get jobs.

He still doesn't understand why this imperial court, from the county government down to the Jinyiwei and the city guards, is rotten to the bone, yet the imperial court's rule is still so stable.

Later, Lu Bai figured it out.

As long as there is martial arts, practice, sects of cultivation, gods and Buddhas above, and immortals above, the ruler can ignore the life and death of thousands of people below.

The layers on top of these resemble mosquitoes.

They exploited layer upon layer, and attached themselves to thousands of people who didn't even slap them to death with both hands, so they naturally let them suck as much as they wanted.

As for dead people who suck or not, does the mosquito demon care?

not give a damn about.

They still have a lot to suck.

The only thing they care about is whether these people have much blood.

For this reason, some things that can nourish their blood have to be thrown out from the cracks of their hands-people keep introverted in order to have more blood and survive, so gangs appear.

There must be more blood-replenishing items obtained by gangs than alone.

However, in Lu Bai's view, these people are quite kind.

At least they're not naked sucking.

They also compiled a set of Buddhism, Confucianism and filial piety that are different from their practice, to meet the spiritual needs of the people.

Perhaps after this kind of edification, the blood can be sucked with more peace of mind and peace of mind.

Lu Bai stood on the attic, looking at the door of the White Wolf Gang's sub-helm in Kagura Workshop, raised his head and took a sip of wine, full of complacency.

From today onwards, among the people who have been sucked blood by the mosquito monster, there will be a person who can slap mosquitoes with both hands. He not only wants to slap mosquitoes, but also tells people how to slap mosquitoes.

Lu Bai is not for the supreme throne.

He just thought it was fun.

Originally, he used to live in the world, thinking that as an unlucky alien, he would live in such a useless way.

No hope, no hope.

The only fortunate thing is to be able to marry a beautiful daughter-in-law.

But it's different now.

With the panel, Lu Bai has the qualifications to play. With the refreshing feeling of helping these weak people overturn the table, and stepping on the feet of the high-ranking people, of course he has to have a good time.

It's too inferior to be a Ninth Five-Year Master.

He is going to stir up the situation and make a world upside down

Even if it doesn't work out in the end, that's okay.

Wonderful--

No, handsome is the most important thing.

"Ahem, the topic is getting far away." Lu Bai turned his head and said to Gu Qinghuan, "Anyway, from now on, there will only be one salt gang in Yancheng, and that is the White Wolf Gang."

not only that.

In the future, there will be only one salt gang in the south and the north.

The Salt Gang is more than just the Salt Gang.

The Salt Gang will be a gap for Lu Bai to challenge the world order.