"Am I impulsive again?"

Yang Xin said.

As for the splash skin, he was being carried away by his subordinates at this time, and there was the laughter of the stove households on both sides, but he shouldn't be able to hear it, in fact, this guy hasn't woken up yet. Death is definitely not dead, Yang Xin saw that the water surface of the salt field fell, although the water there is not deep, but after all, it is also an effective buffer, and the force of his fall is not too big......

Of course, the injury is certainly not light.

Both physically and mentally were severely traumatized.

"Not this time!"

Huang Zhen said approvingly.

"Brother Yang rest assured, this guy is a dismissed salt, in the past, the salt farm had heavy responsibilities, and the number of salts used was also large, after the implementation of the salt law the year before last, the salt farm was to collect a tax, and the court did not need so many people to dismiss a batch of salt. Because of this, he lost his livelihood, so he took a group of pranky gangsters, relying on his martial arts, plus he was familiar with the inside of the salt farm, and there were many relatives in the salt field, specializing in extorting those merchants who did not know the details. ”

Miao Er said with a smile.

"What if he does go to snitch?"

Yang Xin asked.

"Who to inform? Deputy Envoy Hu? Vice Envoy Hu can slap him, Vice Envoy Hu's three-room concubine all depends on us to feed him! The court's Yulu is not enough for him to be merry, and if he catches us, he will drink the northwest wind? ”

Huang Zhen said.

Yang Xin immediately understood.

In fact, the splashing skin is to scare people, the Ming Dynasty's private salt is from top to bottom, from the official to the people all participated, the entire salt administration is completely erosive, the salt field officials rely on the illegal salt dealers and the stove households who sell the illegal salt to feed, they can not catch the illegal salt dealers. No one in the Ming Dynasty will arrest smuggling salt dealers, who will pay filial piety to those who arrest smuggling salt dealers? Which of those officials and lords makes a living from their income? Aren't they all relying on the mountains to eat the mountains, relying on the salt industry to eat the salt industry? What good is it for them to catch smugglers of salt? In such a situation, any whistleblower will not only block the financial routes of the smuggled salt dealers, but even the financial routes of the salt industry officials, which will cause public outrage and may be extinguished.

It's certainly okay to scare some relatively honest people and extort some silver.

But to act is to die!

After understanding this, Yang Xin was relieved, and they waited until the evening, when the salt prepared by He Gong began to be loaded, and Huang Zhen bought 30,000 catties, which was paid according to twice the official price, that is, sixty taels, as for how much He Gong gave to the stove households, this is none of Huangzhen's business.

They only do business with Ho Gong.

In fact, whether it is official salt or private salt, stove households are the bottom of the industrial chain, and the real money is made by rich stoves and officials. There are indeed not many ships in Huangzhen, but on this day alone, He Gong received three people who came to sell smuggled salt, at most one by sea, and bought 50,000 catties.

That's where the real money rolls in.

Huang Zhen paid an extra ten taels, which was for the officials of the salt farm, but entrusted to He Gong, both of whom had been doing business for decades and trusted each other. The officials of the salt farm must have known that the reason why the latter did not come forward was because Huang Zhen was an old customer, and he would definitely act according to the rules, and it was impossible to miss their part. It can be said that no matter the official, stove, and business, the three have already had a tacit understanding with each other, and there are rules for who should have more or less in a transaction, and they are all very honest. Even if the smuggling business has to be honest, in fact, the more honest this kind of business is, but the legitimate business is not easy to say, for example, Huangzhen does not need to fill the ship 24 hours a day, but if it is in the past, it is not uncommon for regular businessmen who take salt to lead the ship and wait for 24 months to not be able to load the ship......

Well, that's not an exaggeration.

In the early days, when salt was indiscriminate, let alone 24 months, no matter how much it was, it was not uncommon, and there were often salt merchants who could not pay for salt because they took salt, and even bribed officials to run out of funds, and in the end they did not even have the money to go home, so they could only become homeless people in the salt works.

The smuggling business is truly innocent.

After all, there is no legal guarantee, and everyone can only rely on credibility if they want to eat this mouthful.

"It's another business of dozens of taels!"

Yang Xin looked at the boatload full of salt rather speechlessly.

The quality of the salt was not good, even the color was gray, not as good as the large grains of salt he had seen when he was a child, and it had not undergone any processing, and it must have been full of all kinds of harmful substances. But this is the salt of conscience in this era, as Huang Zhen said, they will not at least add a third of the sand to the salt. For the common people, on the one hand, it is sold several times or even dozens of times, and it is also mixed with sand, and on the other hand, it is cheap and unmixed with sand private salt, so it goes without saying which one will be chosen. As for the laws of the imperial court, let's go aside, when there is 70% of the private salt in the entire Ming market, who cares about the law, according to the standard of 100 rods for eating illegal salt, 99% of the people in the Ming Dynasty have to suffer from this 100 boards.

But that's the profit......

"What else do you want?"

Huang Zhen said.

"There are nine of us in a boat, and we only earn a hundred and ten taels of silver at the risk of killing our heads, which is too low, and the risk does not match the return!"

Yang Xin said.

Sixty taels of silver of salt, even if the final profit is doubled, it will only earn one hundred and twenty taels, it is difficult to be too high, after all, they are not those who formed a fleet to transport Huai salt to Huguang. They are transported to the river by water, Baoding, the price of salt in this area cannot be too high, the capital is only five cents, how much higher can these places be even if they are high? This is really a bit too little for Yang Xin, who is used to seeing the ancients shoot ten taels of silver and shout that Xiao Er is serving the food from TV novels. Especially selling smuggled salt, this kind of business doesn't make a few thousand taels a trip, I'm completely sorry for such a loud name!

"Nine people? The nine of us may not be worth one hundred and twenty taels in a bad year! ”

Huang Zhen said.

"She's worth a lot, right?"

Yang Xin pointed at Huang Ying and said.

Huang Ying slapped his fingers down.

"I have a maximum of twenty taels, and it depends on the buyer who is generous enough, and if you are not generous, you can get sixteen taels, that is, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old little maid, and the price is less than twenty taels!"

She said.

"Uh, then wouldn't my one hundred taels be able to buy six or seven little maids?"

Yang Xin was stunned.

"Regret it?"

Huang Ying said with a chill.

"No, I don't like being too small!"

Yang Xin hurriedly said righteously.

Huang Zhen ignored his teasing of his daughter, and quickly instructed the sailors to prop the boat forward, and soon they returned the way they came, and then continued to wait for the high tide, and when the tide reached depth again, the group of men pushed the boat over the sand bar in front of them to re-enter the Haihe River, and moved forward under the impetus of the high tide.

It was already early in the morning.

Because it was a cloudy day, it was still dark all around, and the high tide of the sea and river was like an ocean, and the only thing in sight was water and reeds, and a large number of seagulls were soaring in the sky.

But at this moment, a fishing boat sailed out of the reeds, the stern man shook the oar, and a man in the bow of the boat held a net and looked at Yang Xin with a simple smile, Huang Zhen glanced at it vigilantly, but then ignored it. There are so many fishermen on the Haihe River that even the stove households will come out to fish, after all, it is difficult to eat enough to eat simply by drying salt, so the two boats gradually narrowed the distance, Yang Xin smiled and looked at the fisherman, who also looked at him, and the two looked at each other like a pair of dead glass......

Suddenly, the fishing boat began to speed up.

Almost at the same time, the fisherman lay down, the canopy behind him flashed with fire, and the smoke suddenly erupted, and at the same time that the shotgun hit his chest, Yang Xin saw countless small boats in the reeds speeding up.

Then he fell backwards.

"Water bandits, copy guys, how can you rob them on the way back!"

Huang Zhen's screams suddenly rang out.

Yang Xin fell on the deck at once, and the two sailors next to him also fell, and blood immediately gushed out of one of his mouths, staring at him with wide eyes as if he wanted to say something......

Yang Xin instantly sobered up.

He sat up like a corpse.

In the reeds on the opposite side, more than a dozen of the same small fishing boats poured out at once, all of them were swordsmen wielding knives and guns, and some were even drawing bows. Yang Xin took out the small axe from the sailor's waist, threw it without hesitation, and the small axe accurately chopped into the archer's head, and then he picked up the penny and smashed it the deck of a small ship that had already hit the bow of the ship. His tremendous strength caused the boat to shake its head, and one of the bandits crawling in this direction immediately fell into the water, and with a flick of his penny, he hit the second bandit in the jaw, who screamed and fell overboard.

But another ship crashed into the starboard side.

One of the bandits was about to climb up, when suddenly a crossbow bolt hit him in the head.

Yang Xin's penny immediately fell on the chest of the bandit behind him, even if he didn't have a spearhead, his strength was enough, the latter was smashed upside down and flew out, but on the boat of the bandit behind, two puffs of gunpowder spewed out, and a sailor immediately fell.

"Axe!"

Yang Xin shouted.

The sailor next to him immediately threw the small axe in his hand.

The moment Yang Xin caught it, the small axe flew twenty meters away, and landed on the chest of a musketeer with the same accuracy, at this time, Huang Zhen rushed out of the cabin with his bow, raised his hand and hit another musketeer with an arrow. The guy shot four arrows in quick succession, and Huang Ying shot another crossbow arrow from her boudoir window, knocking down one of the nearest bandits......

The latter immediately retreated.

They are, after all, a rabble.

Yang Xin just breathed a sigh of relief, but on the fishing boat at the beginning, the flames suddenly erupted again, and the dense shotguns swept in the smoke of gunpowder.

Huang Zhen was immediately shot and fell.

Yang Xin hurriedly rushed to the bow of the ship, directly picked up the anchor, he grabbed the iron lump weighing seventy or eighty pounds with both hands, which looked like a rolled orchid, and threw it out with a loud roar. The anchor dragged the rope to the ship in an instant, hitting the bow with great kinetic energy, and the next moment the boat was violently lifted by the tail in the splash of broken wood, and the two bandits hidden in the canopy flew out with their small cannons, and fell into the river with a scream

(Thanks to book friend Jin An Mingyue, Xuanyuan noble ancestor Shu Yaoshun for the reward) ......