"It seems that this Liu Bei was forced by us to be anxious, and he can't take care of any face."

With a cold snort, Wang Zheng continued: "Do you have anything else?" ”

"The rest are some ordinary feasts, and occasionally some blind salt sellers want to slip through the pass, but they are caught by our poles and thrown into the village, so it's not a big deal."

Speaking of this, Niu Pingliang suddenly twisted, carefully took out an off-white bag from his side, handed it to Wang Zhenghou and said:

"It's that the poles are urging me to come to pay a birthday to my old age, this bit of salt is everyone's heart, and the adults must accept it."

Taking the small bag, Wang Zheng pinched it, smelled a special fragrance, and suddenly felt much more relaxed, and asked with interest:

"This must not be sea salt, right?"

Niu Ping nodded and said with a smile: "How dare the little one give the inferior salt he sells, this is green salt, adults may not know, not to mention the preciousness of this green salt, and now there is no silver to buy it." ”

Niu Pingliang gave Wang Zhengqing salt from Shaanxi and Gansu, there is another saying called pool salt, the Chishan salt in Wang Zheng's hand is sea salt, to put it bluntly, it is boiled sea salt, which is the most inferior one in the salt goods, and the small package of green salt that Niu Pingliang took is the top grade in the salt goods.

The sea salt in Wang Zheng's hand is usually only two taels of silver at most, but compared with the price of green salt, it has become a joke, one in the sky and one in the ground.

Interested, Wang Zheng carefully sniffed the small bag of green salt in his hand:

"How can there be silver that can't be bought?"

"My lord doesn't know, now there is chaos everywhere, and several salt farms that can produce green salt have been looted by rogues, and the shopkeepers have all fled, and it is even more difficult to get green salt."

In January last year, the peasant army gathered hundreds of thousands of people and besieged Chuzhou for dozens of miles.

After the defeat of the peasant army, it turned around and crossed north to force into Sizhou and Xuzhou, and re-entered Henan, and some of the peasant army moved into Shaanxi, Gansu and other places, with great momentum, and the people along the way were displaced, ten rooms and nine emptiness, and the trade route was cut off.

Therefore, the green salt is now at the point where it is about to run out of stock, and the current price has soared to nearly six hundred taels of silver.

Some other high-grade salts, such as Huai salt and Lu salt, have also taken the opportunity to raise prices, but they have always been unable to replace the status of green salt, and the highest is only a dozen or twenty taels of silver.

The wealthy families all over the world are people who have a comfortable life inside, and pay attention to showing their status outside, and the green salt is also bought and used at any time, and no one thinks of reserves.

When it came to the time of out-of-stock, although they all regretted it, they still disdained to use the low-grade well salt, Huai salt, and Lu salt, and the sea salt would not even think about it, and would rather spend more unjust silver, but also continue to use high-quality green salt.

It's just that the salt farms in Shaanxi, Gansu and other places, where green salt originates, have almost all been patronized by the Liukou, and the shopkeepers and helpers have either been coerced by the Liukou, or have become homeless victims wandering around, and most of the salt wells have been destroyed.

Looking at the small bag of green salt in his hand, Wang Zheng's eyes lit up as if he was looking at a cornucopia.

According to the current situation in various places, Shaanxi, Gansu and other places where green salt is produced have been plagued by the Liukou, and salt cannot be produced in a short time.

Taking a step back, even if the officials and soldiers drove the rogues away, it would not be easy to rebuild the salt works and restore them, and they would not be able to think about it for a few years.

This is a business opportunity, Wang Zheng asked:

"Niu Pingliang, do you know anyone who can make green salt?"

Glancing at Wang Zheng, Niu Pingliang couldn't stop admiring, no wonder Wang Zheng was able to sit in the position of inspector and president of Qian in just a few months, not only dare to kill and dare to do, but also think too much in his mind.

Niu Pingliang thought hard for a long time, and finally said dejectedly:

"It's too difficult for Dengzhou to find masters and stove households who can make green salt, and even if they can find it, it is difficult to make the quality of the origin without the well ponds in Shaanxi and Gansu."

Nodding, Wang Zheng just asked.

Now that green salt is so hot in the salt market, the price is soaring, and there are not a few people who think the same as themselves.

At this time, a sound of footsteps came from far and near, and it was Huang Yang who came in, looking a little speechless and stopping.

Niu Pingliang naturally knew that Huang Yang was Wang Zheng's henchman, and he also knew that he couldn't hear some words, so he consciously got up and hugged his fists:

"The little ones are fine, those poles are afraid that they are lazy again, so they will go back to Jinshan and look at the salt road for the adults."

When Niu Pingliang walked out, Huang Yang ordered the two soldiers to stand outside and watch, then carefully close the door and hug his fists:

"Brother Zheng, there's an accident over there in Jiang Da!"

......

It has been almost half a year since Jiang Da erected a pole in the name of the black fish in the Wuwen River, and there have been many things that have happened openly and secretly, but Jiang Da can handle it very well, and he is all responsible for himself afterwards.

Now that Jiang Da suddenly wrote a letter, something must have happened that was difficult to deal with, Wang Zheng asked in a deep voice:

"What's going on over there in Jiang Da?"

"It's a white strip in the waves, the adults have long guessed that this thief has no reason to retreat without a good heart, but he is thinking of robbing Wuwen River, and he has failed to recruit Jiang Da several times, and now he finally can't sit still and wants to start beating Wuwen River."

Wang Zheng paced slowly in the room, and Bai Tiao in the waves had not taken a step in the Jinshui River for half a year, and it turned out that he wanted to merge the two rivers and water villages.

Now that Baitiao in the waves has made a move, it must be that several other water villages in Jinshui River have been annexed by him.

Jiangda Wuwen River Water Village is also clear about its current situation, and it looks like a big village on the surface, attracting nearly 200 households of disaster victims, but there are only more than 200 numbers on hand.

"According to the news from Jiang Da, Langli Baitiao said that he was going to fight a decisive battle against Wuwen River in ten days, and the first battle decided the ownership of the Ninghai Sea Road."

Hearing Huang Yang's words, Wang Zheng pondered for a while and said:

"How's the training of the recruits now?"

"Almost, those victims are recovering very well, they are desperate when they practice, shouting all day long that they are boring to go to the battlefield, with the old brothers of Yijingzhuang, it should not be difficult to defeat such a subordinate in the waves."

Now the Wendeng camp can be regarded as a bird gun for a cannon, no longer cloth clothes, everyone has changed into lined leather armor, and hundreds of spears have been re-made by craftsmen.

Although it is not as good as the stainless steel tiger gun of the Tartar, it is much stronger than the original guard-standard spear.

As Wang Zheng expected, these victims of the disaster in various places were not ambiguous at all in their exercises for revenge, and it seemed that it was time for them to see blood.