Wang Yue didn't know that his good apprentice was about to get him a boss power. He can issue salt citations at will, and if there is anything more profitable than robbery, it is most likely to be salt citations.

With the salt guide, you can go to the salt field to receive salt, and in this era, being able to get salt is equivalent to having hard currency that is more gold than gold.

It's just that if you want to rule the vast desert, it's not enough to have money, otherwise so many imperial courts before will not be gained and lost.

If you want to survive in the grassland, you have to be so ruthless.

Because here, the belief is in the law of the jungle.

Even the immigrants organized by the Ming Dynasty are no exception.

Fei Xuan's camp was looted...... It happened last night, and they were busy for seven days before they brought water from the salt lake into a salt pond.

Dry, strong winds in the grasslands carry away moisture and leave clean table salt behind.

And this salt is the hope of immigrants!

Fei Xuan has accepted the reality that his father is a stupid person, Wang Yue did rely on a simple name change strategy to get the salt to the capital, and sold it for a profit, no matter what, it was the incompetence of the cabinet.

Flipping through the entire version of the Three or Five True Scriptures, Fei Xuan realized one thing, that is, a strict definition...... From a mathematical point of view, the management method of the Ming Dynasty is simply full of loopholes and is permeable on all sides.

There is no strict definition, rigorous attitude, there are too many loopholes to drill, in fact, Wang Yue is already polite, such as a scholar like his father, obviously only stipulates that he can be exempted from forced labor, but even Tian Fu is not paid.

What is this?

Perhaps the imperial court should be reorganized in accordance with the spirit of mathematics, from top to bottom, in all aspects, not negligently, only in this way can the possibility of opportunism be solved to the greatest extent......

Fei Xuan was holding the book, his thoughts were flying all over the sky, he was startled by himself, are you crazy? What is a waste, a stupid person who can't read, thinking about these things? Does it have anything to do with you?

When Fei Xuan closed the book and wanted to sleep for a while, the sound of gongs and drums suddenly sounded, some people shouted, and some people screamed...... He subconsciously ran away, but his hand was empty.

He looked around anxiously, and the sound came from the salt pool, and the cry was terrible, and he didn't know if it was an attack or a wild beast.

He subconsciously grabbed a shovel and wanted to run over, but heard someone behind him whispering, "Little Xianggong, don't go!" ”

Fei Hong turned around, and from the tent next to him, a greasy head poked out, it was the cook uncle.

His craftsmanship is very good, even if it is just a simple boiled mutton, he can make it extra delicious.

"Little Xianggong, it's the Tartars who are coming to sneak attack, and you will die if you go." The cook reminded again.

Fei Xuan approached the entrance of the tent and said in a low voice: "But it was said above, if we are attacked, we need to watch and help each other!" ”

The cook pursed his lips, "Little Xianggong, don't blame me for not reminding you, my life is my own, and that's it." Don't take it. We have a fence here, it's strong! ”

With that, the cook retracted his head and hid in the tent, making no more noise.

Fei Xuan looked around, and there were sounds coming from many tents, but few rushed out.

And the shouting on the other side of the salt pond was even more poignant, someone ran to this side, shouting for help, Fei Xuan was very afraid, but he also knew that it was not right to hide like this.

He hesitated for a moment, then finally ran in the direction of the door.

In front of him, there was also a middle-aged man, two young men, and when they arrived, they happened to see a panicked, bloody face, running wildly.

Only a dozen steps away from the door, he ran desperately, as long as he entered the door, he would be alive.

At this moment, an arrow was firmly nailed to his back, and the guy pounced, he was not dead, blood was dripping from the corners of his mouth, and he clasped his hands on the ground and tried to crawl forward, inch by inch, inch after inch...... It's just that at a distance of ten paces, he ran out of strength.

At the last moment of his life, he stared at the people in the door with his head held high and scarlet eyes, asking them, why no one went to the rescue? Why?

……

It was an attack on migrants.

There were about ten Tartars, who attacked the salt ponds, and then, with horses and camels, took away more than two thousand catties of table salt...... Fleeing with the joy of the harvest.

Ironically, they graze their cattle on the shores of the salt lakes every year, but they don't know how to refine salt, and in the past they even had to trade cattle and sheep for salt.

Those Jin merchants were extremely shrewd, and two catties of salt could be exchanged for a bullock, and they suffered a lot.

This time it was different, they snatched thousands of catties of salt without any effort, and the quality of these salts was very good, white as snow, and they would definitely sell for a good price.

They can exchange more cattle and sheep, and even use them as a dowry, marry a daughter-in-law, and from now on, they can live a happy life......

As for the five Han people killed by them, they didn't pay attention to it at all.

This is the law of the grassland, either kill or be killed, you have the ability to come!

Coward!

"It's a shame!"

Wang Yue's face was pale, and he was very displeased.

Before leaving, he had already given the migrants weapons. One hundred men, eighty swords, and twenty firearms. Before you go, it's been made that everyone will use it.

And it seems to tell them that they are a team, if they want to survive and get rich, they must watch and help each other and advance and retreat together.

This time the five of them went to watch the salt pond to prevent the beasts from destroying it.

As a result, they met the Tartars, and two of them were killed on the spot.

Two others were beheaded while fleeing, and the last one smashed in front of the camp gate and was shot in the back of the heart by an arrow...... He's dead!

During the whole process, almost a quarter of an hour, none of the ninety-five people in the camp came out to rescue...... It wasn't until the next morning that a few people came out with the courage to collect the bodies of the dead.

In contrast to the indifference, only half a day had passed, and some people went to the salt pond to clean the embankment damaged by the Tartars and tidy up the diversion channel.

Although it was robbed this time, as long as you work a little harder, in a few days, you can produce a batch of salt. Now the market is so good, within a few times, they have made a fortune.

As long as you have money, everything is easy to do, everything is easy to do!

That's how the cook told himself that he had come to ask for money, that God would take care of him, and that the gods and Buddhas would bless him. in his arms. There was also an amulet that he had begged from the old mage.

Everything will be fine, it will be fine!

"You guys leave now! Hurry up! ”

On the second day of the incident, a cavalry detachment suddenly arrived.

The hundred households led by him angrily reprimanded, "All of you, all leave, don't stay here!" ”

These immigrants don't believe their ears at all, they are begging them to come, why are they being driven away now? It doesn't make sense at all!

"This is outside the Seychelles! Out of the Great Wall, here. Cowards don't have the right to live! Selfish, cowardly, insensitive and indifferent brutes are even less worthy of survival! You have been banished! ”

When they finally understood, the people fell into shock, followed by panic, fear...... They want to argue, the soldiers don't give them a chance at all, go, must go!

Finally, someone squatted on the ground, covered his face and cried bitterly.

In order to join the army of immigrants, they spent five taels of silver!

Don't look at Wang Yue's millions of taels or millions of taels at every turn, that's Wang Fugui...... For ordinary people, it is still very difficult to come up with five taels of silver.

Some people loot their families, some borrow money, and some pawn ...... It's easy to get enough, so I bought this opportunity to change my fate.

But why?

Why should they be deprived?

Isn't it the most normal for robbers to come and hide?

We are not soldiers, so why should we work hard?

It's obvious that you are late, you didn't protect us, we paid for it!

If it weren't for the fact that the fire bolt in the black hole was too scary, it is estimated that someone would have run to reason.

Saying anything doesn't work.

When the time of two hours was up, they had to go.

It's over!

After a short dream of making a fortune, wake up!

They passed by the salt pond, the breeze blowing, the ripples and waves, layer upon layer, it was so beautiful.

As long as a wind passes, there will be a snow-like salt in the pond, which is the silver of white flowers!

Silver!

With tears in their eyes, the immigrants walked south step by step, as if they had been drained of energy, and sat on the ground, looking up at the vast world...... Do you really want to give up completely? All the hope of the family is in them, and when they go back, they have to pay back.

That's five taels of silver!

It may be possible to earn it in half a month here, but when you return to Daming, you may not be able to save it in a few years!

What to do?

The line was still heading south, but the number was getting smaller and smaller, and as for those who had straggled, they were all gathered together, some with knives in their hands, others with firearms.

"We have one last chance, kill! Kill those Tartars! Let's stay in the salt lake, we'll stay. If you don't let us stay, we'll grab another salt lake! Instead of living, it's better to fight to the death! ”

"Kill!"

There were more than two dozen people, and they ran back again, following the direction in which the Tartars had fled...... Five days later, eighteen men led the horses, with their heads around their necks, and returned to the salt lake with murderous spirits!