Anham has always been an important place for salt production, and there was an official post directly to the capital a hundred years ago. A pavilion is placed on the Qingzhou post road for ten miles, and a hall is set up for a hundred miles, which is supplied to and fro.

The Blind Mountain Salt Farm produces a lot of salt, far exceeding the capacity of the Salt Administration, and several major darts have taken advantage of the situation to do business with the imperial court, and have opened a branch in Jinzhou to receive darts to transport salt. Among them, the Wind Dart Bureau and the South Gang have the strongest transport capacity, and there are more than 20 dart cars passing through the post every day.

There are more people walking darts, and the trade of relying on dart bureaus and dart masters to make a living on the post road will follow. On the way from Anham to the capital, the most complicated people to see, in addition to the post house, the post pavilion is the inn and the horse shop.

The servants of the political secretary yamen all entered the post house to rest when they were away on business, first, to do cheap business, and secondly, to know their whereabouts. The darts can not enter the post house, and the top children and the foothold are all in the inns along the way. With these fixed sources of customers, the number of inns on a few busy official posts is not at all much higher than that of the urban areas of the general state capital. Dart walking is a hard and dangerous trade, and it is not uncommon for a dart master to break a few pairs of shoes after a long dart. Fortunately, the labor and wages given by the dart bureau are not low, and it is also a very good way out for people who practice martial arts to be a dart master, at least to feed a family.

He Zan is only a second-rate master in the rivers and lakes, but there are more than 3,000 people in the Southern Gang, and he has just established the Yuanxi Dart Bureau, and his prestige in the rivers and lakes is not weaker than that of first-class masters such as Jin Shenfeng.

After the position of the secretary of Anxian Salt Transportation, Xia Muren did not give up his control of the salt source, and secretly ordered He Zan to organize this salt dart bureau in Jinzhou - Yuanxi. For more than a year, the Yuanxi Dart Bureau transported the high-quality pink salt from the salt field, and when the dart car arrived in Qingzhou, it quietly replaced the powder salt on the car with low-grade sand salt. The sand salt was sent to the local state government offices, and the powdered salt was sold privately to local salt merchants to make huge profits.

The strategy of dropping the powder salt from the inferior salt was not made by Xia Muren, but it was finalized by him. This trick of stealing beams and pillars and stealing the sky and changing the sun cannot be hidden from the world, and the state capitals have long been aware of the strangeness, but because of the mediation of the Yiwang Mansion, no one dares to listen to it.

According to this business of reselling powder and salt, He Zan made a lot of money. People will spare their lives when they have money, especially He Zhan: there is a lot of money, a lot of people, and a good reputation.

The dart board travels all over the world, and the news is the most well-informed. Moreover, the Salt Gang is the No. 1 gang in the rivers and lakes at the end of the South Gang, He Zan naturally pays special attention to its movements, and there are dozens of people he has installed in the Salt Gang. Almost half of the masters of the Salt Gang were dispatched this time, and it was impossible not to leak the slightest rumor. He Zan had already found out that they had gone to Pingzhou, and he also knew that Xia Muren was in Pingzhou.

However, he concealed this extremely important news.

He Zan has his own abacus, "If I tell King Yi the news, he will definitely ask me to help." The strength of the Nine Palaces and the Salt Gang is so strong, how can I be the enemy? No matter whether King Yi succeeds or fails, I will die for a lifetime. Why don't you pretend to be ignorant, the best way for King Yi to survive this catastrophe safely is that King Yi dies, I have the South Gang and the Yuanxi Dart Bureau in my hands, as well as a lot of money, and I can naturally stand on the rivers and lakes, so I may not want the protection of King Yi's mansion. ”

"Knock! knock!" there was a knock on the door of the third room.

"Who?" asked a man, his voice unconcealed with tiredness.

Knocking on the door was the small servant of the stable of this "Ping An Inn", and at this time he heard the guest answer, and hurriedly replied: "Honored guest, excuse me." I just went to feed your horse and found it dead in the stable, which... This... I'd better go and have a look! I don't know!"

The inn's maid is an inferior business, and those who are diligent can do it, but the labor is not rich, and the monthly money is only three or four hundred yuan. Horses are not easy to obtain foot power, and their price is very high, and the average breed is worth seventy, eighty, twenty taels, and the horse in the stable is strong and tall, and is obviously a good breed, and he can never afford to pay for it. As soon as the day dawned, he pulled straw and yellow leafy vegetables to feed the horses, and when he arrived at the stable, he saw that the best horse vomited blood and died in the manger.

There was a sound of rustling in the guest room, and after a while, the door opened from the inside, and the owner of the horse was a tall bearded man: "If you don't go to see it, you can't blame you for this." I have thirty taels of silver here, and go and find me a horse with good feet. The horse has been found, knock at the door and call me!" This bearded man was a personal soldier in the palace of the jaw king, and was sent by Du Chong to deliver a letter to Xia Muchao. He got a death warrant, so he had to travel day and night, with little rest along the way. The man could stand it, but the horse was tired to death.

"It's... This... What about the horse?" the little guy saw that the owner of the horse was not to blame, and his tense heart was finally relaxed, and he couldn't help but smile on his face, and asked hehe.

"Slaughter it! Leave me a few pounds of tenderloin, cook it and wrap it. For the rest, eat the inn by yourself!" said the bearded man impatiently, "Take the money and buy me a horse, I'm in a hurry!"

How did the little guy think that the owner of the horse not only did not blame, but also gave away hundreds of catties of beef for nothing! This money bag was in his hand, and the weight was heavy, and he could still have some left over if he wanted to buy a horse, and he couldn't say that he could cut off one or two taels. "There is such a good thing, I am really a blessing in disguise today!" the little man was overjoyed, smiled and went to the money bag, and went downstairs with a fart.

... ...

"Mr. Ping, let's block them, you wait for the opportunity to protect the prince to break through the back door!" Ah Tong took advantage of the gap between forcing Gu Qingfeng, the elder of the Salt Gang, to retreat to Xia Muren's side, saying that he was protecting the ordinary and mediocre brothers.

At this time, the people of the Nine Palaces, King Yun's Mansion, and the Salt Gang had all entered the courtyard, but there were only about 20 people left around Xia Muren.

Twenty against two hundred, Xia Muren's side has no chance of winning.

After Ah Tong said this, he fought with the resentful Changsheng and Gu Qingfeng who attacked. The Northern Sect Demon Palm he practiced had been perfected, and a pair of fleshy palms attacked the two of Ren and Gu like a splitting knife, and they had the upper hand with one enemy and two enemies.

"This yin and yang man's martial arts are extremely high, time is running out, let's go up together!" There are still thousands of disaster relief soldiers at the foot of the mountain, and they don't know when they will come up, Bodhicitta doesn't want to delay, but to destroy the demon and a few masters of the Yun Wangfu.

"That's good!" Bodhicitta was the leader of the Nine Palaces, and everyone naturally followed him and echoed in unison.

"Let's do it together, fight quickly!" Bodhicitta turned his head and roared at the black-clothed men guarding the exits, and took the lead in hooking his claws towards Ah Hitomi, who was fighting against Resentful Changsheng and Gu Qingfeng. Seeing this, the rest of the people clenched the ice blades in their hands and rushed into the battle circle.

"Poof!" Ah Pu was cut in two by Wu Zuhui's big pu knife...

"Ahh At the moment when he was distracted, four or five ghost hands fell on him, and in the blink of an eye, they split his body.

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The blood flowed like a river, the corpses piled up into a mountain, and the ancestral hall was like a Shura field.