Ma Liu's intestines were all repentant, and he longed to die on the mountain, how could he say that he would be a red-haired ghost in front of so many people.

It won't be long before the whole village will spread the rumors that he knows how to be red-haired, and by then he will be spurned by everyone.

Fortunately, there is only one remedy, as long as he is useful to Xiaozhang, the ringing horse in the cottage will not dare to bully him in the future.

Wang Youzhen's next words completely cut off Ma Liu's last glimmer of hope: "I...... Be...... Captain of the Western Ocean...... It's for you...... of treasure. ”

Xiao Zhangpan heard that Wang Youzhen could speak the official words of the Ming Dynasty, and dispelled the last trace of concern in his heart.

This is like a shopkeeper from the West, and now the Western shopkeeper who comes to Daming to do business, which one does not have a fluent Daming official language.

Xiao Zhangpan dispelled the worries in his heart, and took Wang Youzhen to the mountain, and soon disappeared at the foot of the sparsely wooded mountain.

Ma Liu drooped his head and followed behind sickly, eager to tear his mouth apart himself.

I kept resenting myself in my heart, what I didn't learn well, I wanted to learn the words of the red-haired ghost.

After a stick of incense.

Wang Youzhen, escorted by dozens of ringing horses, came to the cottage of Fuyan Mountain.

On the way over, it is basically a steep mountain road, and the moment you arrive at the front of the cottage.

Enlightened.

Suddenly, a flat and open plateau appeared, and a walled wall was built on the high platform, which was not the imaginary wooden structure.

The wall is more like a small wall, made entirely of clay and bricks.

There are also many lattice eyes built on the city wall, which are generally used to set off bird guns.

Wang Youzhen counted carefully, there were about sixty or seventy square eyes, and there was a trace of solemnity in his heart.

Judging from these sixty or seventy grids, this group of horses has sixty or seventy bird guns, and their strength is quite amazing.

It is equivalent to the strength of half a thousand households.

After making a black incision between the small palm plate and the small palm plate who was stationed on the wall, the heavy gate slowly opened.

When Wang Youzhen walked into Xiangma's cottage, the first thing he saw was a wide dirt road, spreading away.

On both sides of the dirt road there are houses, thatched huts, livestock sheds, wells.

It also opened up a large number of fields, vegetable beds, and a large drying field.

Where is this cottage, it is clearly a market town similar to Yu'er Town.

This little palm called the deputy master didn't talk much along the way, and he didn't have any expression.

When he approached the cottage, his mood was obviously different, and even his expression was much better.

The little shopkeeper took the initiative to say: "This Western shopkeeper, you have to think about the wealth you are talking about." ”

"If you can't satisfy the palm plate, your life will be explained here."

Wang Youzhen pretended to be unskilled in the official words of the Ming Dynasty, stumbled and said a word of great wealth, and then followed the small palm plate to the cottage Juyi Hall.

The Water Margin, written in the Hongwu period, was extremely popular in the Ming Dynasty, and it told the story of bandits and bandits.

This has created a village in Xiangma, Shandong, nine out of ten are called Juyi Hall, and the remaining one is still Zhongyi Hall.

Wang Youzhen walked into the Juyi Hall and saw the plate of the entire cottage, and immediately performed a Western etiquette.

The palm was of medium stature, wearing a cotton shirt and a folding fan in his hand.

It's not like a murderous ringing horse leader at all, but like a reader who drinks tea and tastes incense.

The palm plate closed the folding fan in his hand with a 'snap', and said with a smile: "If you miss the distance, please forgive this captain of the Landong India Company." ”

Wang Youzhen didn't say some kind words, and with his current identity, he couldn't say that.

Pretending not to understand much, he said straight to the point: "I...... It's here to sell spindles...... Sevenths and a half cents of silver a pound. ”

As the person in charge of the power of life and death in the entire cottage, Zhangpan has long smoothed out his heart because of his murderous behavior over the years.

Over the years, no matter what he has faced, he has basically been calm.

The vice master has been by his side since he was still a small ringing horse, and he has never seen any unusual emotions in the palm of the plate.

Who knows, when he heard a sentence of seven and a half cents of silver, the palm plate actually stood up directly from the official hat chair.

The tone was also much heavier, even with a hint of trembling: "This is true." ”

Wang Youzhen had already expected the reaction of the palm plate, and it was also a matter of course, after all, the spindle he sold to him was only seven and a half cents of silver.

In order to calculate Sun Baohu, Wang Youzhen made all kinds of sufficient preparations, which were so sufficient that they were cumbersome.

Sun Baohu is far higher than him in terms of status and financial resources.

In this way, the various inside information that Sun Baohu can know and the various connections in his hands are also a dimensionality reduction blow to Wang Youzhen.

What Wang Youzhen can do is to give full play to the various news that he can learn in his own identity.

Wang Youzhen did exactly this, which made a cottage palm stand up suddenly, as if he had heard that he had been appointed a military attache by the imperial court.

Based on Wang Youzhen's analysis of Sun Baohu's various news, his temperament is extremely greedy, and he can take an extra cent of silver.

In this way, the spindle that Sun Baohu sells to the palm plate can be one cent more than one cent of silver.

Wang Youzhen got the amount he wanted most, and Sun Baohu sold the price of the spindles.

At least one penny and one pound of silver.

After a detailed analysis again, Wang Youzhen cautiously finalized the price he sold to the palm of the plate.

Sevenths and a half cents of silver a pound.

There was a lack of two and a half cents of silver.

It may not seem like much, but the spindle is a bulk cargo.

With the output of Sun Baohu's spinning workshop, about 400 spindles can be spun in a day, and 12,000 spindles a month.

If you earn an extra two and a half cents of silver per spindle, it will be three thousand six hundred taels of silver in a year.

This is 3,600 taels of silver, enough to buy hundreds of thousands of catties of grain on the plate.

Not to mention suddenly getting up from the official hat chair, or jumping up from the official hat chair, that is also a matter of course.

Wang Youzhen had a series of accurate numbers in his heart, so he dared to blatantly come to find the murderous ringing horse.

Although Sun Baohu's identity and status are a dimensionality reduction blow to Wang Youzhen, the machinery of the industrial age is even more dimensionality reduction blow to the handicraft workshops in the agricultural era.

This time, Wang Youzhen is about to accomplish a feat that has never been done before, defeating a local emperor as a low-level salt ding.

Let this soil emperor taste the taste of being crushed by industry.