During the famine, my ancient well connected to modern times

As expected, the tide will recede in two hours.

"General Ye, please get your people ready. When the things above are moved down, I will have people start loading the salt."

General Ye nodded cautiously, and not only counted the accompanying soldiers, but also asked the extra people to get on the boat to help.

On the uphill slope not far away, Lan Xiang and Feng Wei used telescopes to observe their surroundings.

After a while, Feng Wei looked up to the sky and smiled comfortably, leaning against the moist land, smelling the smell of sea water, and humming in his nose.

Lan Xiang didn't move, still looking around nervously.

Feng Wei crossed his legs and said, "No need to read, you can have a peaceful sleep tonight."

Lan Xiang said: "Be careful and you won't make a big mistake. Don't forget, there is a group of people in Qingzhou who are watching the salt field now. Maybe they will take action at some time."

Feng Wei rested his head on his hands and looked up at the stars. The corners of his mouth curled up, "Don't worry, Governor Ming has deployed people around, and General Ye has also sent people here. There are all our people within a mile radius."

In this case, people can succeed, and the garrison in Qingzhou is really useless.

Lan Xiang glanced at Feng Wei and saw that he was holding a piece of foxtail grass that he didn't know where he got in his mouth like a child. He was full of comfort. He was not here to observe. He was clearly here to enjoy the scenery. .

Lan Xiang didn't dare to be careless, for fear of being taken advantage of.

At Qingzhou Pier, Lan Yu and the steward handed over the quantity, and the soldiers sent by General Ye to escort also boarded the ship.

The governor of the Ming Dynasty handed the road guide and the official post to the responsible bookkeeper, "I'll leave everything to you."

"Don't worry, sir, I will definitely fulfill my mission."

The ship started to move and left Qingzhou Pier in anticipation of everyone.

Lan Xiang breathed a sigh of relief and said to himself: "After today, everyone will know about the Qingzhou Salt Farm, and more and more people will pay attention. We should be more careful."

Feng Wei climbed up to Lan Xiang's side at some point, "If you were the enemy, what would you do now?"

Lan Xiang held his heart and thought for a moment, "I think I will send people to lurk among the porters. Maybe among the people below there are people sent by the other party."

As soon as Lan Xiang finished speaking, someone suddenly picked up his collar, "What are you doing?"

Feng Wei spat out the dogtail grass and said viciously: "What are you doing? Of course we are doing what we should do." With that, he walked straight away.

After the official ship sailed away, the steward and the clerk checked each other's numbers. After finding that there were no errors, they started to line up the porters and collect their wages.

After dividing the money, it was dawn.

Lan Yu asked everyone to rest where they were and waited until daybreak before taking them away.

After a while, people gradually began to gather on the pier, including those selling things, those looking for work, and even passenger ships arriving from afar.

In a house in Pengshui County, Xie Yushu heard the servant's knock on the door and answered immediately.

The servant heard the knock on the door and came in with water, but was not in a hurry to help Xie Eucalyptus freshen up.

"Master, two official ships came to the pier in the middle of the night. The ships were loaded with fifty boxes of copper coins, which may also be silver."

Xie Yushu was suddenly startled, "Where did you get so much money?"

"It should be the money to buy salt. After the boxes on the ship were unloaded, the governor of Ming Dynasty had people load the salt again and transport it away before dawn. This time it was more than before, and two more ships were added. It is estimated that there are more Thousand stones.”

"So many." Xie Yushu groped with his fingertips and frowned in great distress.

"Is it possible that the rumors are true and Qingzhou has really researched and developed a new method of making salt?" The servant wet the handkerchief and handed it to Xie Yushu.

Xie Yushu simply washed up and stopped eating. "Go and find the workers on the dock. I have something to ask."

"Yes."

After a while, the servant brought in a dark-skinned porter from outside. According to him, he had been porting at the dock for several years.

Xie Yushu sat behind the screen and said in a clear voice, "Did you see with your own eyes that there was money in the box?"

The porter knelt on the ground and did not dare to raise his head. "Yes, I can see it clearly. There is a box full of money. I have never seen so much money in my life."

Xie Yushu frowned, "Are all the boxes filled with money?"

"That's right. They're all about the same weight. I heard someone said that two boxes are extra heavy. They may contain silver."

Could it be that so much money was really earned from buying salt? However, no matter how expensive the two ships of salt were, they were not much more expensive. The amount of money was not right!

Xie Eucalyptus asked again: "Have you seen the salt on the ship? What is its composition?"

The porter nodded repeatedly, "I have seen it. Although it is not as good as the best salt bought on the market, it is similar to what ordinary people eat."

Xie Yushu breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart was still filled with panic.

After all, there are only a few families who can afford high-quality salt. If Qingzhou produces high-quality salt in large quantities, it will be a big blow to Jiangnan.

Luo Tingye, you really don’t give people a way to survive!

"What else do you know?"

The porter thought for a moment, and just when Xie Yushu thought he had nothing to say, he suddenly spoke, "By the way, the manager told us to come back to the dock in a few days. The wages will be the same as before, and if we do It’s good, there will be many opportunities in the future.”

Xie Yushu clenched his fists suddenly.

"Take him down."

"Yes."

The servant gave the porter a sling of money and told him not to tell anyone what happened today. The porter made repeated promises, took the money and left happily.

Xie Yushu wrote the situation in Qingzhou in the letter, "You should have the letter sent back immediately. Remember not to let anyone know. If someone intercepts it, you would rather destroy it than keep it."

"Yes."

Xie Yushu leaned on his chair in despair, "Qingzhou is like this, and I don't know if Lianzhou is the same as Qingzhou. If the two places can really produce salt in large quantities, then the confrontation between Jiangnan and the imperial court will be even more difficult." .”

The servant said: "It's not that serious. Even if Qingzhou can produce salt, it may not be able to replace Jiangnan."

"No, you don't understand Luo Tingye. Since he dares to let Qingzhou and Lianzhou sell salt, it means that he has full confidence. Besides, what matters is not the output of salt but the method. The whole world belongs to Luo Tingye , as long as there is a way to make salt, he can open as many salt farms as he wants."

It's just a matter of time to replace Jiangnan.

In the past, their biggest trump cards were salt and grain, but now these two trump cards no longer work.

Jiangnan is afraid that it will be over.

Xie Yushu stood up suddenly, "No, we can't just let it go."

The servant arranged for someone to deliver the letter, and the letter fell into Feng Wei's hands. (End of chapter)