"Hmm...... So let's do it? Peng Daya raised her eyebrows, and said tentatively to the left and right.

As soon as the staff is concerned, they are all gathered around, and everyone will be the kobold military advisor, and it is their duty to come up with ideas, but they are not responsible.

These subordinate officials are all characters who follow Peng Daya's side with both prosperity and loss, and they can drink soup more or less with the big guy, Peng Daya's business is big, and the leakage points are enough for them to eat, and when someone wants to move their cheese, of course, everyone has the same hatred.

"My lord, that's it!"

"The lower officer is willing to lead the troops to drive away the barbarians, and return a bright and prosperous man to the people of Xichuan!"

"Don't worry, my lord, it's the so-called duty to defend the land, and we go over, and it's just right."

"There is no adult to lead us in Gongzhou Mansion against the Mongols, and ten Wang Kui were also destroyed by the Mongol soldiers. Hugh said my lord, even we can't stand it. ”

The crowd was passionate, and slogans were everywhere.

After patting their chests, the officials did not forget to look at each other with the salt merchants, and each other showed a smug expression.

That's right.

That's what you want.

If Xichuan Wang Kui doesn't follow the rules and puts everyone's money into his pocket, then don't blame us for not being righteous.

It's like two gangs have a feud because of profit, and in the end, they have to rely on their fists to find out.

If you don't make a big noise, this thing is not over.

With the support of his subordinates, Peng Daya became a lot more courageous, and unconsciously, he also felt as if his family's money had been laundered for no reason, and it was natural to take it back.

"That being the case, it's too late today, the Japanese officials of tomorrow will hold a meeting to discuss the matter, send the generals to the west quickly, occupy the salt prison, and then inform Wang Kui's side, if there are barbarians to obstruct ....."

He sneered and waved his sleeves: "A few thousand people, how can they be the opponent of my army of 10,000 people!" ”

……

Nishikawa, Fushun Prison.

Standing on the edge of the reeds on the riverside where he once stood, stepping on the land that had been stained with blood, Changsun Hong pressed the knife in the wind, and couldn't help but feel a lot of feelings.

The first time I came, I was still under the leadership of my father and second uncle, and followed a group of poor people in Lijia Village to venture over to sell smuggled salt.

The scenery on the riverside is still the same, but the situation is not there.

Where Wang Jian's father and son's boat came and went that night, an extremely wide wharf had been built.

Embroidered with the "Great Song Dynasty Sichuan System Envoy" and "Dali word side by side king" ink flags inserted all over the wharf inside and outside, rows of thick wooden stakes formed a wooden wall, isolated from the inside and outside of the connection, a few high watchtowers, the barbarians wearing leather armor vigilantly carried bows and arrows to look around, at the entrance of the wooden wall, more than a dozen salt supervisors carefully inspected the salt cars transported by the ship through here.

The inventory is strict, and not a grain of salt can leak through that posture.

The salt merchant guys dealt with the soldiers with smiling faces, watching the unspoken soldiers check the reasons for each salt car, and corresponded one by one, these soldiers were all transferred from Dali by Changsun Hong, and they only recognized the transportation voucher issued by Rui Fuxiang, and there was no reason to think about it.

Waiting patiently, the salt merchants peeked at Changsun Hong, who was looking at the wind on the bank of the river in the distance, and sighed secretly, although they were dissatisfied, they were helpless.

"My lord, according to your arrangement, all the salt ships shipped abroad are shipped by Ruifuxiang Commercial Bank, no one can send out a load of salt privately, the salt Ding is watching closely in the warehouse, and the servants are guarding the wharf, foolproof." The supervisor of Fushun Prison is a newly transferred person, called Ren Peng, who was originally a low-grade Cheng Zelang in Beijing, who is getting older, and specially took Meng Hui's relationship to come over to scrape oil and water before retirement, with a transparent soul and a very good way to behave, as soon as he looks at Changsun Hong's posture, he knows that this master is coming really, and he is meticulous in his cooperation.

Changsun Hong was also quite satisfied with him, squinted his eyes and nodded: "This is the order of the envoy, you have to complete it to the letter, in addition, the water transportation is reliable, and there can be no problems with the dry road." ”

He turned his head around, and the sharp edge in his eyes was revealed: "The gang of salters who stole salt five days ago can be disposed of?" ”

"Disposed of, disposed of." Ren Peng became nervous, this matter was said to be a thief in the salt prison at the root, he could not escape the responsibility, and the eldest grandson Hong wanted to investigate him, which was justified: "I cut off two heads on the same day, and the remaining few are all locked up in prison, and when the documents sent to the Criminal Prison Department come back, they will be dealt with according to the law." ”

His hand was clenched into a fist, and he tightened it slightly, and Changsun Hong asked: "This kind of thing can't be delayed, you have to make an example of it, everything in the salt prison is difficult at the beginning, there will be internal thieves at the beginning, won't everyone be able to steal the things of the government in the future to fill their pockets?" This opening can't be opened, there is no need to wait for the documents of the Criminal Prison Division, these people deserve to die. ”

Ren Peng's body trembled, raised his eyes and asked in a panic: "...... Damn it? ”

Eldest Sun Hong glanced at him and said coldly, "Do you want me to teach you?" ”

The eyes are like electricity, cold as snow.

Ren Peng shook again, lowered his head and said continuously: "Understood, understood, Xiaguan understood." ”

"Selling illicit salt is a capital offense, and selling smuggled salt belongs to self-theft and breaking the law by knowing the law, and the crime is added to one degree! Kill on the spot, the law and order are like this. The eldest grandson Hong faced the river, and his body was straight: "Lord Ren doesn't have to worry, if there is anything, he has his own official to bear it." ”

Ren Peng was a little sure in his heart, and there was a big top when the sky fell, so he hurriedly responded: "The lower officials don't worry, do things for the country, even if there are some risks, what's the matter." ”

Hearing this, Changsun Hong laughed, and looked at the busy wharf, this wharf is specially built, only used to send salt ships, other wharves are no longer allowed to transport salt out of the port, all Fushun prison salt ships can only be sent from here.

In doing so, it was extremely convenient to manage, and the ships of the officers and men patrolled the river, but if they saw that the salt ships that did not come out of this wharf, they were all disposed of as private salt. Rui Fuxiang's people stationed at the wharf, out of a boat of salt on the write-off, the same day with Rui Fuxiang shopkeeper reconciliation, that is, to grasp whether the salt has been shipped away, but also to grasp where the salt is transported.

This kind of means is extremely strict in the control of salt profits, and the clamps on the dry road are also equally strict, the entire Fushun Prison is like a bird cage, the salt boat and salt cart are like the birds inside, and no one can get a load of salt without the nod of Rui Fuxiang, the eldest grandson.

Looking at the boats on the river like a carp crossing the river, Changsun Hong's business mind began to ponder again: It's time to open a boat shop and a big car dealership, such a large amount of goods are transported, and the freight alone is an astronomical amount.

Well, I'll tell Ran Daqi when I turn around, this business has to be done, the transportation industry is also military and civilian, delivery in peacetime, transportation of troops in wartime, a very critical business, you have to control it in your own hands.

Since the beginning of the operation of Xichuan with peace of mind, Wang Kui has paid attention to the direction of Chengdu, the thousands of miles of fertile plains and hoarding fields is his top priority, the food is very tight, there is no food, no matter how strong the army is, it will collapse without a fight, this matter is urgent, it is very laborious to appease the villagers and open up the cultivated land, so he has no time and energy to worry about the salt prison, so he has to let go of the eldest Sun Hong.

So Dali's tea and Xichuan's salt became the two cornucopia of Changsun Hong's pocket, in just a few months, Ruifuxiang Xichuan shopkeeper every five days to Changsun Hong to submit the account book thicker and thicker, more and more, every number recorded on it, is a profit, through the flying handwriting, as if you can see the silver of the white flowers through the paper, falling from the beams of the house, piled up throughout the room.

Money comes and goes fast.

The eldest grandson Hong's investment in Dali was not stingy, during the war, the displaced people who fled from Xichuan to Dali were all properly settled, the population of Dali skyrocketed, people came to eat, the grain purchased from the south of the Yangtze River took the ships that transported salt and tea back to the empty back into Dali continuously, and the boats and cars were tired into the stomachs of the displaced people, so that they settled down between the mountains, and smoothly became the subjects of Dali.

Iron mines and workshops recruited craftsmen from the homeless people, opened and produced, weapons and armor needed fine iron, and gunpowder workshops needed skilled and careful craftsmen, all of whom had to rely on high prices.

In addition, such as building roads and bridges, building cities and houses, opening up land, building irrigation canals, and so on, are all places where money is used, and the silver like flowing water is earned, and the same flowing water is spent.

Duan Wu, who stayed in Dali, and the Dong family, who was the prime minister, were busy and around, Dali was the rear that Changsun Hong relied on, and it was the source of food and soldiers.

Spend every penny in Dali, this is his strategy.

"Lord Ren, do it well, many state capitals on the fourth road of Chuanxia do not have a chief official, do a good job, this official can also speak in front of the lord of the system, and it is not difficult to help you find a future." The eldest grandson Hong walked away and walked towards his own boat by the river, and said to Ren Peng as he walked: "Fu Shunjian, I will leave it to you." ”

Ren Peng's smiling face was flooding, and he was about to say a few words of thanks, but he saw a small boat on the river rowing like an arrow, and a small colonel stood at the bow, full of sweat, and saw the figure of Changsun Hong from afar, and shouted.

"My lord, there is an urgent shipment from Chengdu!"

(End of chapter)