Chapter 213

Feicang Yanjing, thirty miles away from Jiushan County, is a small town.

Because of the salt wells, trade and commerce are frequent, and it is prosperous like a small mountain city.

Stove households, salt merchants, salt transport fleets, and salt transportation make subordinate departments mixed.

The group set off before dawn, and ten horses and two carriages arrived at Feicang in the morning.

This kind of convoy quickly attracted attention, but they were all watching from a distance, and no one dared to step forward.

The group rode horses and carried knives, which was obviously not easy to provoke.

Let Wang Sihai inquire about the news, and Wang Yuan walked around to observe the town.

Soon, he frowned!

Hu Mengying was keenly aware: "Childe, what's wrong?"

Wang Yuan spoke: "Isn't there a salt well in Feicang, how can it be as poor as Fuxian!"

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One place for the salt of the three counties, the fat flowing oil of the Fei Cang, everyone has no worries about food and clothing.

But on the street, except for gorgeously dressed salt merchants and small officials, most of the people are ragged and skinny, no different from the people of Fuxian County.

Many homeless people are begging for food and are staggering when they walk!

Hu Mengying was asked, she didn't know about the situation in Feicang!

Wang Chonglou said: "Uncle Yuan, it is true that there are a large number of salt wells in Feicang, and every household is also responsible for boiling salt, but the real big head has been taken away by Jiatou and salt merchants, and even the government has not confiscated much, not to mention the stove households, it would be good to be able to mix food and clothing." ”

Wang Yuan frowned and shook his head.

There is no difference between this stove household and the people of Fuxian County, except that the landlord and Haoqiang have become Jiatou and salt merchants!

"Brother Yuan, inquire clearly!"

Wang Sihai brought people back: "There are eighteen villages in Feicang, the people here are called stove households, and they are responsible for cooking salt for the imperial court for generations, and the government uses the 'stove jia method' to manage them, almost one village has a Jiatou, and Jiatou is responsible for managing the stove households, and the salt merchants have to find Jiatou to buy salt, and then discuss and then find the people of the salt transportation department, buy official bags, check salt banknotes, and salt leads, and then cover them and go through all kinds of procedures! Jiatou is richer than our landlords, and they all live in the big mansion built in Feicang Town, and I have inquired about the location clearly!"

"Well done!"

Wang Yuan appreciated: "Let's go, go to Jiatou!"

Under the deliberate cultivation, Wang Sihai's vision and ability to do things have risen sharply, and it is still a little difficult to do big things, and small things have long been at ease.

The horse convoy set off to visit the largest armor in Feicang - Liu Baizao!

The stove of Feicang is like the people's field, and the more stoves you have, the more salt you can boil.

After a while, the motorcade came to a large mansion, and there was a cry!

Wang Yuan lifted the curtain to take a look.

In front of the Liu family's mansion.

A big man knelt in front of the door with a child in his arms, and two men knelt next to him.

The three of them have similar appearances, clothes, and temperaments, but they all have rough skin, cloudy eyes, ragged clothes, strange smells, and numbness and misery on their faces.

Bang bang bang......

The man held the child, bowed into a shrimp shape, and kept kowtowing: "Master Liu, please be merciful and lend me ten times of money, my son is seriously ill and needs money to save his life!"

The two men also kowtowed, all in tears, praying with a face on their faces!

The people passing by looked at the three of them, and their eyes were sympathetic, helpless, and unbearable!

There are too many people who are sick and have no money for medical treatment.

The two family members closed the door directly: "Get out, the master said, there is not a single copper, let you get out of where you come from!"

"Master Liu, I have been cooking salt for the Liu family for the past ten years, I will borrow ten taels of silver, you save my son's life, I will cook the salt and pay it back, please!"

The middle-aged man got up again, leaning against the door and crying, with a pleading face.

"If you dare to yell again, you will anger the lord and break your dog's legs!"

The door did not move, and the sound of the family cursing viciously came from the crack in the door!