Chapter 127: Stove House

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And not such a bunch......

The rabble?

Well, the rabble.

Jia Lian looked at the woman who was biting the salt worker with her teeth not far away, there were two and a half children beside her, her face was black and dirty, and the clothes on her body were also patches and patches, so she couldn't tell the difference between boys and girls.

The child was holding back their ...... with a look of horror Mother?

The group of people didn't look so bad when they thought about it, looking at more than half of the people who were overturned by the salt workers.

After thinking about it, Jia Lian turned his head and glanced at the secret guard beside him again.

Well, there are about 100 people on the other side, on my side...... One, two, three...... Fifteen.

"It's okay for you to beat ten of them one by one, right?"

Jia Lian spoke cautiously.

This group of masters was sent by the emperor's side, and Jia Lian didn't dare to send them on weekdays. Not only did they provide good food and drink, but from their own 60,000 taels of bribes, the fifty people also shared a hundred taels of silver each.

"Twenty of them!"

The captain of the guard closest to Jia Lian looked at the chaotic crowd in front of him, and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

The people in front don't know how to fight at all......

"That's good."

Jia Lian pretended not to see the dark guard's disdainful eyes, relieved himself, and then strode forward.

This group of people looks like poor people, and there is no pain in coming here to make trouble.

"Don't, adults, it's dangerous ahead!"

Sun Muqian was startled when he saw Jia Lian walking forward, and hurriedly reminded him.

Jia Lian smiled and waved his hand.

"It's okay, I just want to ask why they came here to smash the field."

Although Jia Lian was so angry before, looking at the vicissitudes on the faces of the people opposite and the calloused hands, Jia Lian really couldn't blame him.

Anyway, let's ask first, these people look like poor people, and they don't feel like they are trying to find fault.

Otherwise, there are so many people on the other side, and there are not a few salt workers in the salt field, and if they are really horizontal, it will not be the turn of the salt workers to overthrow them.

Seeing this, Sun Muqian didn't dare to move forward, and hurriedly spoke to Yang Shoucheng, who was kneeling on the ground and stunned.

"Look at what, why don't you follow up and protect Lord Jia!"

When Yang Shoucheng heard this, he hurriedly got up.

When the people on the other side saw Jia Lian walking towards them, they hurriedly knelt on the ground with sharp eyes.

"Lord Qingtian, please give us a way to live."

When the others heard this, they all looked at Jia Lian, and then they did the same, kneeling on the ground one by one and kowtowing to Jia Lian and shouting.

Of course, there are some discordant voices, some of which look fierce, and spit on Jia Lian while entangled with the field workers.

"Dog officer, you still dare to come here! You have to give us an explanation today!

We were exploited and oppressed in the past, but now they have directly robbed us of our way of life, and you will be punished by God like this! ”

The scolding and begging for mercy became chaotic, and Yang Shoucheng next to him saw Jia Lian's face cold, and hurriedly stepped forward and scolded him.

"Presumptuous! This is Lord Jia sent by the imperial court, if you want to talk nonsense, you will be pulled out immediately! ”

Everyone was shocked by Yang Shoucheng, and although they were not convinced, they didn't dare to speak again, and those kneeling on the ground were too frightened to speak.

Yang Shoucheng was wearing a fast hunting suit in the yamen, and compared with the official mansion on Jia Lian's body, they had a greater shadow on the fast hunting suit.

Jia Lian's ears finally calmed down, and he glanced at Yang Shoucheng appreciatively, and then spoke slowly.

"Who are you, and why are you here to make trouble today?"

Although his plan is only to benefit the part of the people who sell the top of the pyramid of illicit salt, the rest should not have the courage to intervene in this way.

He resisted the name of Emperor Daxuan, and it was the government that came forward to do things.

Those people didn't dare to be so blatant, so what was the purpose of this group of people?

Puzzled, Jia Lian looked at everyone.

The people on the other side looked at each other when they heard this, and after a moment, a big man who had scolded Jia Lian before walked out of the crowd.

He is about two meters tall, wearing a small vest and two huge chest muscles. A face with an angular face, about thirty years old, and fierce eyes.

"We are the stove households of this Yandu County, and we are here today to stop you dogs from collecting salt."

Raising his eyebrows, Jia Lian endured it before speaking to Yang Shoucheng next to him.

"What is a stove?"

The person in front of him opened his mouth and the dog shut up, if it weren't for Jia Lian's estimation that he couldn't beat it, he couldn't wait for the two big-eared scrapers to fan him on the spot.

Wouldn't you be able to talk well, you grew up eating!

Yang Shoucheng was stunned when he heard this, and saw that Jia Lian really didn't seem to know, so he thought about it before he cautiously spoke.

"Lord Qiyu, the person who frying salt is the stove household."

Oh~

Jia Lian suddenly turned out to be the original salt worker.

The salt production method currently in use is the decoction salt method, that is, the boiling salt method.

According to Jia Lian's previous inquiry, the salt works were all allocated by the government at first, and later evolved into private ownership. The pan for frying salt is also an official system, and it is issued by the government to salt workers, that is, the stove households in their mouths are now used by them, and they are not allowed to cast privately.

The stove households were unorganized, and the salt production belonged to the form of self-production and self-sale by each family, and the merchants and the stove households bought and sold freely.

In the beginning, because the salt merchants mostly lived in the city, they were reluctant to travel long distances, so they chose more reliable people from the stove households to buy salt instead of them, forming intermediary brokers, these people became the wealthy people of the stove households, because they made their fortune by the sea, so people commonly called it "the sea".

Later, the transactions and prices between the commercial stoves were very chaotic. In order to strengthen the supervision, management and control of salt affairs, the government decided to abolish the Fahai people, and at the same time selected a small number of people with the ability to handle affairs from among the Fahai people as the head of the stove, on the one hand, on behalf of the stove households to contact the government for official business, and on the other hand, to handle salt affairs with merchants.

Most of these households are poor farmers who have lost their land.

Jia Lian thought about everything, and roughly knew why this group of people came to the salt field to smash the field.

His face eased, and Jia Lian felt a little guilty in his heart.

In later generations, he was born in a poor family, although he was not a stove household, but he understood the difficulties of poor people.

It's just that after growing up and working, those days left him, and although Jiafu was not very happy here, he would not be worried about these things.

So when he thought of this plan, he didn't think about what would happen to the original stove households.

Now they have come to the salt factory, and they think they have also seen the amazing output of the salt drying method in the salt pan.

In fact, Jia Lian only guessed a small half in his heart, and the life of the stove household is no longer only poor