In the evening.

Old Man Wang came back from the nearby town of Yu'er, accompanied by a middle-aged man, wearing a patched cyan placket and a gray turban, with a dignified appearance.

Wang Youzhen, who was sitting on the threshold of the ancestral hall, immediately stood up and shouted respectfully: "Grandpa, second uncle." ”

The honest man behind Old Man Wang is his second uncle, the second son of Old Man Wang.

Wang Youzhen was not surprised at all that his grandfather went out to call the second uncle, and he should also call the second uncle.

Now that I have the money in my hand, the first thing that comes next.

Fence.

A large amount of silver suddenly pops up in the house of a poor common people, which will inevitably attract the suspicion of others, and the owner of the silver, Sun Baohu, will report the news without having to check it in person.

Wang Youzhen's second uncle worked as a servant in a salutary shop in Yu'er Town, selling sea cucumbers, abalone, shark fins, and some Oriental knives and foreign goods.

Although Wang Youzhen's second uncle Wang Yanren did not earn much silver, he had a certain ability to quietly digest the hundred taels of silver.

Old man Wang returned to the ancestral hall to get the clay pot, Wang Yanren smiled generously, rubbed Wang Youzhen's head and said, "Major, don't go to the sea to play in the future." ”

"If you want to eat any seafood, the second uncle will buy it for you, and let your third uncle catch it for you, don't run into the sea."

Wang Youzhen listened to the second uncle's sincere care and love, which was a family affection that he had never experienced in his previous life, and smiled and said, "Second uncle, don't worry, my nephew won't go." ”

Wang Yanren heard Wang Youzhen personally say that he couldn't go, so he laughed heartily again, took the crockpot from Old Man Wang's hand and said, "Dad, the silver will be poured into the silver shop." ”

"But this is silver from an unknown source, and if we want to give the shopkeeper some benefits, it is estimated that there will be a fire consumption of five or six taels of silver."

Old Man Wang didn't speak, looked at the eldest son and eldest grandson beside him, and motioned for him to have an idea.

Wang Youzhen smiled indifferently and said indifferently: "This silver was originally obtained for nothing, and a loss of five or six taels is nothing." ”

"After the silver is melted, don't bring the silver back with the second uncle, buy the materials of the three sets of textile machines first, and put the rest in the hands of the second uncle."

Old man Wang killed the Eight Banners Tartars at the border pass back then, and Wang Yanren has a lot of large amounts of silver over the years, which can be regarded as knowledgeable in the countryside.

For the treatment of a hundred taels of silver, they were a little frightened.

But they never thought that Wang Youzhen, who had hardly left Yanchi Village since he was a child, would have such freedom in the face of a hundred taels of silver.

The daughter is gone, and she comes back freely.

Old Man Wang and Wang Yanren, father and son, glanced at each other, full of emotion.

On the way here, Wang Yanren had already heard his father tell about the loom that spun a hundred spindles of yarn at the same time, and he had seen many foreign goods with his vision.

Still shocked, I don't know what to say, it was a textile machine equivalent to a hundred in the workshop of the bureaucratic squire, it was simply a fairy thing.

Thinking of the loom that spun a hundred spindles, and thinking of Wang Youzhen's indifference in the face of a full hundred taels of silver.

Old Man Wang and Wang Yanren did not have the slightest doubt about Wang Youzhen's statement that he had lived a lifetime in heaven.

Wang Yanren nodded solemnly: "This matter will be handed over to the second uncle." ”

Wang Youzhen personally sent the second uncle to the entrance of the village, and watched the second uncle disappear on the dirt road, and his mood became better and better.

Before he could get down from the wooden bridge at the entrance of the village, several tall brothers walked over from the direction of Yantian with a smile, as if something big had happened.

The younger brothers saw the eldest brother standing on the wooden bridge at the entrance of the village, trotting all the way, and the fourth king and the four bears laughed and said, "Brother, you don't know that a strange thing happened today. ”

"The iron grinding disc on which Sun Pao skin was placed on top of the salt trough inexplicably appeared a big hole, and the silver inside was gone."

Before Wang Sixiong finished speaking, the fifth Wang Wuhu hurriedly said: "Hehe, but Sun Paopi is angry, and his face is blue." ”

Wang Youzhen heard the narration of his younger brothers, smiled cooperatively, thought for a while and said, "Let's go, go over and have a look." ”

Last night, it took two sticks of incense to rush to the salt pan, and during the day, it only took one stick of incense to get there.

Wang Youzhen trotted all the way with his five younger brothers, and arrived at Yantian in half a pillar of incense.

On the tidal flats of Yantian, a large group of ordinary people surround them.

The common people all knelt on the muddy mudflats, kowtowing to the vast sea in the distance, each holding three sticks of incense in their hands.

Wang Youzhen walked in and saw clearly where the common people kowtowed to the sea, and they were clearly kowtowing to the iron grinding plate.

There are still words in his mouth, hoping that the fairy master will bless him.

This is a large hole that is neutralized by dilute sulfuric acid, and it is regarded as a fairy manifestation.

On the periphery of the crowd that knelt on the third floor and the outer three floors, Wang Youzhen saw Sun Baohu with a blue face, just glanced at it, and then quietly looked away.

Sun Baohu is about forty years old, with a fat body and fair skin.

He was wearing a very elaborate silk shirt, with a Suzhou embroidered sachet hanging from his waist, and an Oriental dance fan in his hand, constantly fanning the wind.

This middle-aged man, who is dressed quite elegantly and decently, is the Sun Papi in Wang Sixiong's mouth, and he is also the soil emperor of the salt fields here.

In the early years, Sun Baohu was just a wealthy family with a few hundred acres of land, but later the earth dragon turned over, causing seawater inflow.

The salt pans were all washed away, and it took a long time to rebuild the salt pans, and the salt butchers could not pay the taxes on the salt pans, so they thought of handing over a letter to the official uniform, exempting them from the salt tax this year.

The salt Ding in Yanchi Village are all poor people, where can they talk to the government, so they want to find Sun Baohu to take the lead in this matter.

Sun Baohu has been coveting this salt field for a long time, and immediately agreed to the plea of the salt lads of Yanchi Village, patted his chest and packed the ticket and said that this thing would definitely be done.

Who knew that this Sun Baohu turned his head and colluded with the secretary office in the county government, and bribed the master of money and grain with silver to take over the salt class in Yanchi Village.

The salt tax is paid by the Sun Baohu.

Sun Baohu had the power to collect taxes in his hands, and on the one hand, he promised the county government that he would complete this year's salt class, and on the other hand, he lied to the salt Ding that the yamen did not agree to exempt the class.

At first, the salters in Yanchi Village didn't understand the villain's tricks, so they could only swallow their anger and borrow debts from Sun Baohu.

After the salters in Yanchi Village borrowed debts, Sun Baohu turned his face away from people, and turned the borrowed money into usurious money.

The salters endured the scorching sun and the erosion of the sea, and after a year of hard work, not only could not earn a penny of silver, but also owed Sun Baohu a lot of debt.

After years of exploitation, Yantian became the private property of Sun Baohu.

As for the yamen in this county, as long as Sun Baohu paid the full amount of salt tax, and there was a lot of filial piety every year, he always ignored it.

As long as the silver is in hand, whether the people are dead or alive has nothing to do with the yamen.