"If we want to kill people and force food, we don't need such expensive medicines." Tian Feihu continued to check the village chief's health without care, and used a splint to help him clamp his legs that had just passed the position. He also instructed a militiaman who was on guard, "Go get a pot of porridge here, a few people here don't seem to have eaten much." Feed them first and fill them up. He pointed to the two captured "spies" who had voluntarily retreated into a corner. These two salt people are as skinny as wood at this time, if they weren't at the seaside, they could still rush to the sea every day to get some food, I'm afraid they would have starved to death.

It didn't take long for the militia and road builders to set up several marching stoves in the village, which were specially cultivated by the military team. When the aroma of the porridge was full of aromas, the salt farmers and their families who had fled before were slowly attracted by the aroma. They had no overnight food, and if they didn't come back, they would have nothing to eat at all. No matter how terrible these "pirates" are in front of them, there is nothing to be robbed in this salt village. Although they are still a little afraid of these "pirates", the purpose of making porridge in their village is not to cook themselves, right?

Seeing that many salt farmers had already returned with their families, the militiamen were on guard with weapons on the perimeter, and there were unarmed road construction workers in the middle. The hungry salt farmers watched for a while, Tian Feihu walked out of the village chief's house, and the two laborers carried the village chief, who had just been grafted, and soon came to the middle of the crowd.

Tian Feihu hadn't spoken yet, but Yang Muqin behind him had a sentence, "Folks! We're late! ”

The salt people looked at each other for a while, not knowing what these people were going to do.

"We are from the U.S. Army road construction team, and we were originally just passing by here to build a track, but we stumbled upon your village chief who was injured, so we will treat him in particular." Tian Feihu hurriedly grabbed the conversation, although he practiced medicine abroad, he had participated in training in China for a long time, and was greatly influenced by domestic film and television, and he wanted to take other development paths when he came out this time.

"I know that some people are using our name to exploit you in your village, but please rest assured, although we are from overseas, we are also Chinese people, and we will definitely not do this kind of thing to kill one party!"

The salt people below were stunned for a while, the information circulation efficiency of the Wu Dynasty at this time was so low that sometimes it took half a year for what happened to happen thirty miles away to be transmitted, and they only heard that Xiang Yong organized a group to drive away the American pirates during this time, and as a result, hundreds of people were killed by the American pirates, and it took a lot of money to calm down. Not long ago, Wen Dahu said that the American pirates also entrusted him to recover a reward from Yancun, otherwise he would bring a group of pirates here to burn and loot. In their minds, these people in the United States must be blue-faced and fanged murderers, but at this time, these ordinary people in front of them who were cooking porridge for them and treating their village chief's legs actually claimed to be Americans, which made them amazed for a while, and at this time, there was a buzzing whisper in the crowd below.

Tian Feihu arched his hand towards the crowd and said, "We are here today, one is not to kill, and the other is not to rob." We're here for three things! ”

As he spoke, he held out a finger, "First! Make sure everyone has enough to eat from today! ”

The crowd below was a sensation! Eat your fill! The people here, including the patriarch and village chief, have not had a full meal since the earthquake in the sixth year of the Apocalypse, especially since this year, they have been exploited by the big families, and it has become a luxury to have a full meal. As soon as this group of American pirates, who claimed to kill people without blinking, they actually said that they wanted everyone to eat from now on?

"Second!" Tian Feihu raised another finger, "I guarantee that everyone will have income from their work in the future!" You can make money by producing salt! ”

The salt farmers are boiling all at once! They remember the mountains of salt in the salt depot before the earthquake, but since the earthquake, the salt depot has collapsed, and all the salt produced by their labor has been stripped away by the Nawen family. The most hateful Nawen big family also colluded with the officials of the government to collect salt, obviously only one hundred and fifty stone of salt a year, even if it was exchanged for cash, it was only more than one thousand taels, but the big man of Nawen asked for cash, if it was paid with salt, it could only be regarded as three taels and one stone, and it was enough to pay three hundred and fifty stones. At this time, Wen Dahu gathered evil slaves to prohibit salt merchants from Guangdong Province, Gui Province and other places to come here, and the salt people could not exchange the silver, so they could only be exploited by Wen Dahu, and they had to pay interest, and last year Yancun paid 735 stone of salt and failed to pay it off. At the beginning of this year, several young salt farmers went to the county government to complain, but they were driven out by a group of officials, and then Wen Dahu, who rushed to hear the news, was arrested with evil slaves and locked up in Wenjiazhuang's private prison, and when they were released, one died, and the others either broke their legs or starved and only had half a life left. They also resisted, but they were rushed down by the evil slaves brought by the group of literary families, and they were beaten to the ground, and finally accepted their fate. At this time, this group of Americans came over and told them that they could earn from their work in the future, so what should they do with the big family?

"Sir!" The patriarch of the village, an old man who looked to be in his sixties, said to Tian Feihu, "Wen Dahu is still taking over the salt endowment of my Yan Village at this time, what if they collude with the government to come to my Yan Village again?" ”

"That's the third thing I'm going to say!" Tian Feihu raised his third finger. "How many people does he bring in each time?"

"Thirty or fifty people, all of them are strong men, and they have been raised by his family to be very strong." The patriarch said honestly.

"I see that there are thirty or fifty strong men below, right? Can't you beat one-on-one? Yang Muqin squinted at the group of salt people below and asked.

"Those evil slaves have the support of the government, and we are all good citizens, so we can't beat them anymore." The patriarch explained.

"As the old saying goes, evil prevails over good." Yang Muqin hung his rifle on his shoulder, "His big family is nothing more than some social scum such as gangsters and second-rate people, every time they can win, it is nothing more than relying on the large number of people." What about you? "He has read Wu Wenfan's record of the conversation in Yancun, and knows that when these salt people fight, they only care about protecting their families, or they just rely on their personal martial arts to beat them indiscriminately, and they often find the opportunity to bully more and less." Not only are you not united, but you pin your hopes on the government and the sudden kindness of other scholars, and you are reluctant to do your best when the fight starts. Why do gangsters run rampant? It's because good people are appeased and nurtured! Everyone is working together, and how many people are standing here now? ”

Yang Muqin pointed at the villagers standing below, "There are more than a hundred of you here, can't you beat those thirty or fifty people?" I'm not saying it's good, if those thirty or fifty people come, my fifteen militiamen here will be able to break them up! ”

The villagers below naturally didn't believe it, and the patriarch said to Yang Muqin, "This little general is very right, but the big family has the government to take care of it, and there are documents to testify, so I can't say it!" ”

"Should he have your consent when he took over the salt payment? He said that he would take it all? Tian Feihu has been in the United States for many years, and he has read a lot of legal provisions, and suddenly remembered this question, this is the transfer of creditor's rights, without the consent of the debtor, can this creditor's rights be transferred?

"This ......," said the village chief, "was originally impossible, but he bribed the scribe and got the paperwork done." The villain once ran to the county government office for this reason, and was kicked out by the secretary office, they said that as long as there is a document, it will take effect, even if it does not have the consent of our salt village. ”

"I'll go! Can you still play like this? "Tian Feihu has heard a lot of favoritism in ancient stories, but he didn't expect that he would be able to encounter such a thing in the first village in the new time and space.

Yang Muqin waved his hand impatiently and said, "This thing that Yan Fu can do, we can also do, this thing is on us, everyone can rest assured, in the future, Na Wen Dahu and his gang of dog minions will definitely not be able to enter Yancun for a single step!" The most important thing now is to restore the production of salt villages, everyone eats first, and then we do our old job - drying salt. ”

The salt people below are boiling, they know that the Americans are powerful, and they say that if they can take it, there must be a show. If you can get rid of the vampire Wen Dahu, it will be really unwanted, but I wonder if these Americans will be like Wen Dahu?

"Excuse me," someone below asked, "I wonder how the American lords pay the salt tax?" ”

Tian Feihu knew the policy of the Executive Committee in Yancun, and replied to them: "Do you have any way to contact the maritime merchants who came to Yancun to collect salt before?" Let them collect the salt, and then you will pay the money you have to pay to the government. And the salt we need in the future will also be purchased from you with cash, and we will never do the kind of thing that the big family has to cut off their children and grandchildren. ”

The Executive Committee had already made a decision on this policy, and in the future, the salt in Yancun would mainly be sold freely, and the people of the Ministry of Commerce would only collect some management fees. Moreover, after the chemical system is established, the output of Yancun may not be enough, so it is likely that the traverser's own salt farm will be built. By that time, the salt production methods of the Travelers that were beyond this era would be able to throw off several streets of the Salt Village, and the Salt Village would pose no threat to the Crossing Group at all.

"In addition, we are going to establish a Yan Village Escort Team, composed of the young people of our Yan Village, everyone has been exploited by Wen Dahu for so long, he has long eaten the marrow and knows the taste, and he will inevitably come to rob this Yan Village. We must protect the fruits of our labor! Yang Mu Qin waved his hand as he spoke.

A group of young people who had just been said to be excited, heard that the Yancun Escort Team could be established, and they were so happy that they screamed one by one. On weekdays, when the group of evil slaves from the big family came, they were always dragged by their families and couldn't show it, but they suffered a lot of losses. At this time, with the support of the Americans, there was naturally hope of finding the field, and they cheered and jumped one by one, regardless of the empty stomachs, leaving only a few older people to look at these young people.

Yang Muqin pressed down with both hands, quieting down the cheerers, and then asked the laborers of the road construction team to bring out a lot of wooden bowls and spoons, and then waved his hand, "One for each person!" Bowl collar! Dine! ”