"Smack~"

"You pariahs, don't let me move quickly, if I can't pay the salt that Xingbao Baylor asked for today, you all don't want to live!"

On the riverbank salt field, hundreds of salt workers were busy drying well salt, and a traitor with braided hair whipped them with a proud face.

The traitor who continued to wear the whip was named Xu Sanqiang, who was once a native of northern Shaanxi in the late Ming Dynasty and participated in King Chuang's righteous army.

In 1644 AD, Wu Sangui, the guard of Shanhaiguan, surrendered to the Qing army, and united with the Qing regent Dolgon to defeat the 200,000 Dashun army led by Li Zicheng, the king of Chuang, in a stone.

Therefore, after coming to this world, Xu Sanqiang soon became a traitor lackey under the influence of Prince Su Haoge, relying on the first-hand salt-making skills he had learned before, but he also mixed the identity of a steward in the salt field along the beach, only knowing how to bully the upper and lower, and intensified the squeezing of the Han laborers in the salt field every day.

In ancient times, salt and iron were scarce, and it has always been a profiteering industry controlled by the state.

At this time, Xu Sanqiang's mind was thinking about what he should go to the Fang Market in Hetan Town to please his new concubine after the overseer was finished.

Fortunately, in the fang market in Yantan Town, those merchants from Yongzhou have a lot of good things in their hands, high-quality jewelry, fine porcelain, and excellent silk tea, covering clothing, food, housing and transportation.

After inspecting the work of the salt factory, Xu Sanqiang walked beautifully to the house he had set up for himself in the salt factory, which was his private territory and the place where he filled his pockets and stacked the salt from the well that he secretly intercepted.

"Squeak~"

"No squeaks!"

Pushing open the door, Xu Sanqiang's feet had just stepped into the room, and a cold blade was close to his neck, and a man in a black power suit stood beside him and whispered.

"Heroes spare their lives! Heroes spare their lives! ”

The comfortable life of a traitor had long since worn out Xu Sanqiang's courage, and the cold air coming from the sharp blade made him tremble, trembling and begging for mercy in a low voice.

"Get in!"

The man in black didn't talk nonsense to him, kicked him in the leg and kicked him into the house, closing the door as he closed it.

Frightened, he came to the back room, where a man in a Confucian shirt was standing by the window with his back to him.

"Xu Sanqiang, you are lucky, there is just a wealth for you, do you dare to ask for it?"

The man in the Confucian shirt turned around, showed a mouthful of white teeth, and said to Xu Sanqiang with a warm smile.

"Big, big, big, what's rich?"

Xu Sanqiang's heart sank even more when he heard this, and his upper and lower teeth kept trembling.

"We help you set up a good image, you come to lead the Han uprising in Gongzhou and overthrow the rule of the Qing army"

The man in the Confucian shirt smiled lightly and said lightly without care, as if this matter was not worth mentioning in his eyes.

"What? Overthrow the rule of the Qing army? I can't do it! Spare me, sir! ”

Who knew that these words startled Xu Sanqiang, and his face immediately turned pale with fright, and he kept shaking his hand and excused.

Just kidding, he didn't have the guts to fight against the Qing army.

"Xu Sanqiang, according to our statistics, since you became the manager of the salt field along the beach in the second year of the Great Dispute, in the past two years, you have intercepted no less than 500 stones of white salt from the salt field, and sold it to foreign merchants in the town for a profit of more than 100,000 taels of silver, what do you say if I hand over this evidence to the Qing army?"

Seeing this, the man in the Confucian shirt was not angry at all, and slowly picked up a notepad on the table in front of him, flipped through it, and then looked at Xu Sanqiang with a calm face.

This man in a Confucian shirt is Wu Yong, the former military advisor of the Liangshan Army, and is now the chief deacon of the Qilin Pavilion of Huaguo.

Qilin Pavilion is the most mysterious department in China, set up in the second year of the Great Struggle, driven by Sima Yu alone, is a set of internal guards independent of the Jinyi Wei system, there are not many personnel, all of them are composed of elites who are good at assassination, fighting, and espionage, and the three levels of dividends, orange and purple, and the highest level of the purple brand Qilin Wei can access all the departmental information in China at will, even the Jinyi Guard and the army are no exception.

Wu Yong, as the chief deacon of the Qilin Pavilion, although the official rank is only the fifth grade, and he is not visible, but his power and status are not weaker than the first and second rank officials, and it is really easy for him to collect Xu Sanqiang's information about the secret handling of well salt through the Shang Alliance through the Jinyi Wei Outer Pavilion.

"This, this, this 。。。。。。"

Hearing this, the cold sweat on Xu Sanqiang's body instantly sweated like rain, and he was trembling and speechless.

He has been a traitor for many years, and he really doesn't know much about those Manchus, in their eyes, all Han people are their slaves, not as good as a dog, and they can be killed at will if they are not happy.

Now although he is the person in charge of the salt factory, he is just a high-level slave, and he still has use value, but if they know that they have embezzled so much well salt, including his wife and children, it will definitely not end well.

He's really scared!

"You choose for yourself, whether you want to be disposed of like garbage by the full crowd, or give it a go and fight for a good tomorrow for yourself with an admirable identity, which is really not as dangerous as you imagined"

Looking at Xu Sanqiang, who was about to collapse to the ground, Wu Yong stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder and said lightly, then turned around and sat down and looked at him quietly.

"Good! I did it, what should I do! ”

The look on Xu Sanqiang's face kept changing, he stood in place and pondered for a long time, and finally made up his mind, gritted his teeth and said to Wu.

"You will be glad for the decision you made today, tomorrow Hauge's sixth son Xingbao Belle will come to the salt field to extract white salt, I want you to start a rebellion of the workers of the salt field at that time to kill Xingbao and ignite the spark of the uprising!"

Wu Yongyan finally showed a smile on his face, and glanced at Xu Sanqiang meaningfully.

"However, we don't have weapons, and I didn't have a good image in their eyes in the past, I'm afraid they won't follow me!"

Xu Sanqiang's face changed several times, and his face hesitated with a somewhat ugly face.

"I'll help you solve the weapon matter tonight, and tomorrow there will be someone among the workers in the salt field to cooperate with you, you don't have to worry, as for letting you come forward to kill Xingbao, it will just clear your image, what's wrong with that?"

Wu Yong raised his eyebrows and said indifferently.

Xu Sanqiang was afraid for a while when he heard this, at this moment he finally realized that Wu used their strength, and it seemed that their people had already been arranged in the salt field, if he didn't agree today, his fate could be imagined.

After exchanging details, Xu Sanqiang turned around and went back, there were some things he needed to prepare.

"Why did you choose him?"

After watching Xu Sanqiang leave, the man in black couldn't help but look at Wu Yong and said suspiciously.

"Because I want to release a message to the Han people in Le and Gong Prefectures"

"What's the message?"

"Under the obscenity of the Qing army, there are too many Han people in the two states who have done bad things that are forced to do bad things, since we can not even blame people like Xu Sanqiang in the past, we will naturally not pursue their affairs. Moreover, don't underestimate Xu Sanqiang, grassroots people like him are ruthless, not to be underestimated! ”

A mysterious confident smile appeared on Wu Yong's face.