As for what the eldest grandson Hong thought specifically, in fact, Wang Kui was faintly aware, and he didn't dare to say it.

But this person is not a thing in the pool, especially whenever the two talk about their impressions of the Great Song Dynasty, the hatred and disgust that emanates from the bottom of their hearts, although Changsun Hong has no words to express it, Wang Kui can still experience it face-to-face from the other party's expressions, eyes and body language.

It is not the natural anger of ordinary barbarians against the Han court that is in the position of the oppressed against the oppressor, but a deep-rooted hatred in the blood.

Wang Kui was a little confused, he guessed whether it was because the eldest grandson Hong's family was harmed by the Song Dynasty, but wasn't the eldest grandson's family selling smuggled salt? Don't salt smugglers deserve to be killed? According to the law, it should be asked, and there is no reason to hate it so much.

If the people in the world who sell smuggled salt were so jealous of the imperial court, then the Great Song Dynasty would have been overturned long ago.

It was inconvenient for him to ask, how could he say that he was also a general of the Song Dynasty, and asked others, "Hey, do you want to rebel?" "Is this kind of talk a lack of heart?

Whether the envoys of the western Sichuan Province have the strength to drive away the barbarian soldiers who occupy the salt prison is a question. Those barbarians were right with the Mongols, who would dare to drive them away? Who has the power to drive it away?

If you really do that, then you don't want to rely on the Shimen Fan Barbarians anymore, and you have also made a feud with Dali, and in the future, the Sichuan envoy will have to face the enemy in both the north and the west at the same time.

Abandoning a friend and making an enemy, Wang Kui is not so stupid.

Besides, in his own position, Changsun Hong has made a lot of efforts, asking for money for money, for military merit for military merit, what else can brothers and friends do when they are in this position?

But without money, Wang Kui couldn't move an inch, and the east of Sichuan paid taxes, and only salt was profitable, so he had to open his mouth at this time.

As soon as his voice fell, Changsun Hong looked up at him, his eyes like lightning.

Wang Kui was stared at at a loss, trying his best to make a majestic appearance, and the envoy was bluffed by a regimental training envoy to behave in the future.

But somehow, a pair of eyes that were as deep as a pool of autumn water in the eldest Sun Hong's eyes, Wang Kui was weak and couldn't help but want to look away.

He pretended to look at the city wall of Chengdu and set his eyes on the distance.

After waiting for a while, Changsun Hong's voice sounded: "There is no problem. ”

No problem?!

Wang Kui perked up and twisted his head.

The bearded man jumps very frequently, showing that the bearded owner is very excited.

The ghost king of Dali agreed so simply?

Facing Wang Kui's face that was a little distorted because of excitement, Changsun Hong said slowly: "You and my brother, anything is easy to discuss." Salt profits are the main taxes in Sichuan, but Lord Wang just doesn't say that the salt profits of the two salt prisons should also be withdrawn, if I don't give them, won't I have to rebel? ”

Wang Kui's expression was suffocated, and he almost didn't catch his breath, and said in his heart, Am I not afraid of this?

Before he could speak, he heard Changsun Hong say again: "But, Lord Wang, the salt is abundant, you see, our Marble Menfan has also made a lot of efforts in the past few years, many people have died, the war dead must be compensated, and the life in the mountains must also be improved, this winter is cold, and the harvest in the field is not very good......

Balabala, said it.

Wang Kui listened to a big head, he had a straightforward personality, he couldn't listen to long speeches, and he wanted to put his hand into Changsun Hong's mouth, pinch his tongue and ask: Is it okay to say something directly?

Finally, after saying dozens of reasons, Changsun Hong pointed out the topic: "I think, the industry and commerce in Sichuan are ruined, the big businessmen run to death, if you want to re-establish the Sichuan salt sales channel, it will take some effort, time-consuming and laborious, if you trust non-people, get some cunning and cunning salt merchants to come, but the gains outweigh the losses." ”

"So it's better to do this, the sale and purchase of Sichuan salt, handed over to Ruifuxiang firm to do, this firm has a good reputation, there are semicolons in various places, the business is very large, all kinds of industries are involved, the boss is a sincere person, pay attention to integrity is greater than profits, deal with them, save worry and effort."

Wang Kui looked at him speechlessly and nodded.

Rui Fuxiang whose industry is it, if Wang Kui, who is the envoy of western Sichuan, doesn't know, he doesn't have to mix here.

Changsun Hong did this, with clever techniques, and he played Yangmou.

On the surface, all the salt profits were returned to Wang Kui, but in fact, the salt merchants made the most of the money in the salt trade, and what the government salt supervised was nothing more than depriving the pavilion households of their blood and sweat, transporting the salt out, and changing hands dozens of times the profits, which was a huge profit that only the salt merchants could obtain.

Rui Fuxiang wants to exclusively operate the salt industry in central Sichuan, and the two largest salt supervisors, Lingjing Supervisor and Fushun Supervisor, are in their hands, which is equivalent to mastering half of the tax revenue of the whole Sichuan.

You see, Lord Wang, I gave in, I gave up the salt profits, but I want to make some hard-earned money and let me do the sales process, isn't it too much?

Can Wang Kui say too much? Of course not.

You can get some money left and right, and there is a lot of it, Wang Kui has no reason not to agree.

An almost astronomical deal, it was so simple and pleasant that Changsun Hong and Wang Kui rode on their horses and shifted the conversation to how to rebuild Xichuan.

During the conversation, the extremely tall and majestic city walls of Chengdu City were presented in front of him.

This city is twenty-five miles in circumference, inside and outside the twin cities, the whole Chengdu Prefecture has a population of more than millions, is the largest city in the southwest, before the Song and Mongolian Wars, Chengdu has not met the soldiers for hundreds of years, the economic development has reached an unprecedented level, walking on the street, just smash a brick can smash the rich man with thousands of dollars.

Tea and silk, is Sichuan's two major fist products, relying on these two, in exchange for a steady stream of money, the shops on the streets of Chengdu are almost full of cash, there is nowhere to put it, and the world's earliest paper money "Jiaozi", the reason why it appeared in Chengdu in the Song Dynasty, is not without reason.

But now, what caught the eyes of the eldest grandson Hong and Wang Kui was full of devastation, and before they entered the city, they saw that the mud brick city wall that had been blackened by the fire was full of pits, and the city head was a large section shorter, and the flattened place was as smooth as the monk's bald head, and the remnants of bricks and tiles were piled up in the corners, and even the gate at the city gate was gone.

The doorway of the black hole was like a chimney, and he looked at Wang Kuizhi and frowned.

The eldest grandson patted him on the shoulder and chatted for comfort.

"Let's go in first, take your time, we'll have a few years to start from scratch."

Inside and outside the city gate, a large number of beggars and refugees gathered, wrapped in black linen cloth or clothes that could not be seen in the color, sat there in a daze, looking at the officers and soldiers of the brigade, stretching out their hands, begging for something to eat.

The soldiers who had opened the way began to enter the city, but at this moment they heard a commotion inside, some shouting and scolding, some crying and crying, so loud that they could be heard through the city walls.

Changsun Hong and Wang Kui glanced at each other, but they didn't make a sound, and the barbarian general Na Tuozhi around him didn't need to command, and urged the horse to run forward.

"If you are so decadent, what will be the moth?" The eldest grandson Hong silently muttered to himself, clamped the belly of the horse, and quickly entered the city.

(End of chapter)