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It was said that the Gao Procuratorate gave an order for Han Yanchang to visit Zhu Gongzi, but everyone turned their heads to look at Fan Hongdao. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info It seems that it was not Han Yanchang who was sent, but Fan Hongdao.

First, the relationship between Han Yanchang and Fan Hongdao is so sensitive, it will be reactivated at this time, I don't know what Fan Hongdao will think.

Second, this kind of errand that tests on-the-spot reactions, how can Fan Hongdao be more suitable than Han Xiucai, how could the master of the procuratorate send Han Xiucai?

Of course, Fan Hongdao doesn't care, the matter on the side of Lord Zhu, others may be confused, but he is very clear, there is no need to engage in diplomacy at all, what else can he do if he goes?

Besides, he must be one of the top figures on the blacklist of local wealthy families now, who knows if someone will do something crazy?

Therefore, for the sake of my own safety, I am careful in everything recently, and if I can, don't go out, and it is relatively safe to hide in the courtyard.

Gao Yushi obviously also took this into account, and finally said: "Fan Xiansheng is in charge of the procuratorate, in case of the old man's advisor!"

Sure enough, in the end, Han Yanchang returned in vain, and Zhu Gongzi didn't see him at all.

Zhu Gongzi only threw out a sentence: "I heard that in the procuratorate, Fan Xiu is the most useful character, and the lord of the procuratorate only let this surnamed Han come over, which is simply insincere!"

The cold wind is rising again, and the time is gradually entering November, winter is coming, and everything is depressed.

The rhythm of operation here in Yanchi, Hedong is similar to farming, and there is also a saying of winter break. After the salters finished making the last batch of salt, they stopped for the time being, like the winter slack of the croppers.

Then, in the following spring, when new salt flowers are generated, the salts will start their work for the new year. Before that, the biggest thing is, of course, the Chinese New Year.

But if you want to have a good year, you have to have money in your hands, and Yanding has generally encountered an economic crisis recently. Because after they handed over the salt, the surplus salt that they had accumulated in their hands was not sold.

It turned out that Yanyazi had always organized them to sell salt, but now Yanyazi seems to have disappeared overnight, and I heard that it was banned by the old man Yushi.

However, no new market has been formed to fill the vacancy after the disappearance of salt teeth. Therefore, the surplus salt is accumulated in the hand, and it cannot be turned into cash.

If you can't sell these salts, you can't sell them, and you can't use hundreds or thousands of catties of salt to live the New Year.

Zheng Laosheng is an ordinary salter, his fate was not good, and after his brothers split up, he was allocated by the government to salt, so he changed from a second-class farmer to a person who shaved in the salt pond.

The Ming household registration is divided into Shi Nong, industrial and commercial army stoves, and Yanding is the stove household, which is only one level higher than the lowly family, and it is all tears.

However, what makes Zheng Laosheng feel comfortable is that the salt industry is relatively dry and flood to ensure harvest, and even if the production technology depends on the direction of the wind, it is impossible not to blow all year round, and there is no need to rely on watching the weather to eat like farmers.

After finishing work tonight, Zheng Laosheng habitually came to the tea stall at the foot of the forbidden wall.

It is said to be a tea stall, but it also sells alcohol, and the salters who have worked gather here to drink a few sips to warm up their bodies, and then face the unobstructed Kanda Mountain in the evening breeze to spread gossip, which is their rare happy pastime.

Zheng Laosheng is not a well-informed person, and it is because of this that he likes to gather at the tea stall, acting as a background wall and listener for well-informed people to tell gossip.

It turned out that he didn't understand where other people's news came from, but recently he suddenly understood, someone gave him a tael of silver, told him a lot of news, and then asked him to tell other people.

"It's a power struggle again!" an old salter burped and seemed to be very scoreful, "We are considered to be fighting with immortals, and mortals are suffering!"

Some people commented: "No matter who is in charge, what does it have to do with us, we just need to sell our own salt! Could it be that if the emperor is changed, we people will not pay taxes?"

Hearing this, Zheng Laosheng knew that it was time for him to appear, after all, he put down the wine bowl and said: "We sold salt well, and it didn't hinder others from doing anything!

There were people in the crowd who knew Zheng Laosheng, and they were surprised to say "Huh", Zheng Laosheng didn't talk much on weekdays, but today he had an opinion.

This feeling of being in the limelight makes Zheng Laosheng, who has always been mediocre, enjoy it a little. "The new official of the old man of the imperial history took office, and he wanted to burn three fires, and the old man of the Yun Si stopped the old man of the imperial history from burning the fire for the sake of everyone's livelihood and stability, so there was a quarrel on both sides.

Therefore, the old man of the imperial history wants to rectify the Yun Division, and he has already asked the account books of the Yun Division's officials to go over, and the nitpickers must be screened aside!

Yan Ding was exposed to the wind and sun on the salt flats all day long, and most of his temperament was violent, and immediately some people shouted angrily: "Unconscious official!

Some people also scolded: "Such a dog official, he only knows how to reap his own benefits, and he doesn't care about me waiting for life or death!"

"Seeing that it is going to be the end of the year, the remaining salt is pressed in our hands, and the old man still doesn't let us celebrate the New Year!" someone shouted again, and everyone felt the same way.

For ordinary people, it is difficult to understand the profound game behind the huge interests, let alone the role of the local wealthy families hidden under the water, which can only be explained simply as a power struggle between the procuratorate and the transport department.

Zheng Laosheng remembered something, and added: "And I also heard that there is a dog-headed military Fan Xiucai next to Master Yushi, and it was all his idea!"

In this regard, some people made a big noise and said: "That's it, there are always traitors around the emperor in the drama, and there are always bad masters around the dog officials! I didn't expect that we also encountered such a thing!"

Zheng Laosheng only had to tell the news he "knew", and he didn't care what others said.

At this point, the discussion and scolding cannot be stopped. The surplus salt backlog cannot be sold, which is related to the survival of all salt dices.

Originally, the salt dicks were all poor people, and they all lived on surplus salt. This surplus salt has been backlogged for a few days, and the family is afraid that they will have to run out of food, who can be indifferent in the face of this situation?

Suddenly, a man in the salt cube raised his arms and shouted: "I can't live anymore, I can't sell the remaining salt, and I'm waiting to die at home!

Several people responded, "Go together!"

Another old man said with a little worry: "I still have to go to work tomorrow, how does the old man of the salt field explain the past?"

The so-called master of the salt farm is the ambassador of the salt factory, responsible for the on-site management and supervision of the salt factory, and he is also the most feared person of the salt factory.

The head shouted: "The old man of the salt farm also sympathizes with our suffering, and says that everyone will rest in the next two days, and there is no need to go to work!"

Hearing this, everyone seemed to get an invisible encouragement, and shouted in unison: "In this case, tomorrow I will call my friends and go to the master of the procuratorate to beg for food!"

There are more than a dozen salt farms in Hedong Yanchi, and similar things happen in several places. Although not all the people who made the coaxing dared to go, the number of bold people gathered in many places would not be too small.