Daily life of slaying demons in the government

Chapter 32 Women's Minds, Men's Minds

"That's right, it's private candy!" Shen Linghong nodded vigorously.

Li Mazi frowned, thought about it carefully, then shook his head and said, "Although private candy is very profitable, it is now controlled by the garrison. Uncle Yu was punished because this business was coveted and he almost lost his life. In the end, it was Tiger Lord who stepped in to settle the matter.

I even think that the reason why Uncle Yu is gradually fading out of Masheng Lane is closely related to the private candy incident.

Uncle Yu is in such a mess. If I try to get involved in the secret candy business, wouldn't that be courting death? It would also harm Master Yang.

Inappropriate! Inappropriate! "

The so-called private sugar actually means smuggled frosting.

Frosting sugar is not produced in Sandao City, and there is not even an frosting sugar industry within a thousand miles. All of it has to be shipped from far away places, the price is extremely high, and the quantity is small.

They are usually sold together in government-run rice shops. Most of the time throughout the year, there are only sugar jars but no frosting sugar on the shelves. There is too little of it. It is divided up by various personal relationships as soon as it is put into the warehouse. Even if there is some left on the shelves, it will not be sold well and the jars will be empty in two or three days.

Unlike salt and iron, icing sugar is not a strictly prohibited commodity and can be sold by the public, but there will be a relatively high commercial tax.

Therefore, the profit from tax evasion and smuggling of icing sugar is no less than that from smuggling salt, but there is no risk of losing your head, and the inspection is much more relaxed than that of smuggling salt.

However, if you want to do private sugar business, besides the production channels and transportation channels, you also need to be able to sell it at the place where it is sold. In fact, the last one is the core of private sugar business.

The private candy business in Sandao City used to be the business of Masheng Lane, and it belonged to Uncle Yu Zhouquan, and it was his biggest source of income. All parties involved were also divided equally, and each family got benefits.

But when the garrison commander was replaced and Song Qixun came, the private candy business was taken away. Uncle Yu almost lost his life. All aspects of the business also lost a share of the profits.

If Song Qixun didn't have a strong background, this matter would have been turbulent for a long time and would not have been handled by Song Qixun like it is now.

Now Shen Linghong suddenly mentioned the private sale of candy, which seemed to be a good business indeed and also fit the connections behind Li Mazi, but upon closer thought it was completely unfeasible.

"That's not necessarily true!" Shen Linghong smiled meaningfully.

"Wife, don't think too much. This kind of business is really not something we can get involved in."

"Didn't you say a few days ago that Master Yang beat up Song Yuan, the youngest son of the garrison general Song Qixun? Do you know what's going on?"

"Taste? Apart from the fact that Master Yang is tough and not inferior to Song Qixun, what else can you taste?"

"Can Master Yang stand up to Song Qixun alone?"

"Government office? My wife means that the government office is the biggest confidence for Master Yang to deal with Song Yuan this time?"

"That's right. Think about it again. When you were with Uncle Yu, did Uncle Yu take the bulk of the candy business or did he share it out?"

Li Mazi remembered this clearly and answered without thinking: "Although I don't know the exact amount of profit Uncle Yu made back then, the bulk of the profit was definitely not collected by Uncle Yu himself. It must have been distributed. There was also the Tiger Lord and the government office, and the garrison at that time also had to be managed.

In the end, no more than 30% will end up in Uncle Yu’s hands.”

"Isn't that the end? In the past, the private candy was shared by the big shots in the entire Sandao City, and Uncle Yu was just the leader. But now? It's become the garrison that gets all the benefits. What do you think the others think?"

"This..." Li Mazi was stunned, and understood what his wife meant. But he still felt that it was very uncertain. Shen Linghong continued: "The people in Masheng Lane were scared and dared not compete with the guards for food. The government was embarrassed to do such an unclear business, and with Song Qixun's background, the guards got to eat meat.

If you were to speak up now, and use Master Yang's status as a bridge to contact those senior officials in the government office, do you think those senior officials would refuse the meat that is right in front of their mouths?"

To put it bluntly, Shen Linghong wanted Li Mazi to be a prominent figure. But would this work?
Shen Linghong didn't think it was necessary to dwell on this matter. She picked up the pen and continued to settle accounts, saying, "What are you afraid of now? Just mention it and see what Master Yang thinks. It's still unclear whether he will accept your move or not.

If Master Yang accepts it, you can go to Uncle Yu to learn some experience and give some benefits. You can use Uncle Yu's previous channels, which are ready-made. Even Master Tiger will be happy to see it happen. After all, if the private candy goes through Uncle Yu's channels, Masheng Lane will definitely get a lot of benefits.

If Master Yang doesn't take this up, then there's no loss for you. It's unlikely that Master Yang will even scold you.

But once this is accomplished, Li Deng, you will no longer be a lowly person. Even if you look at the three cities, you will be considered a top figure!"

Li Mazi suddenly remembered what Master Yang had said to him before.

It turns out that women still like men who look more attractive.

But doesn’t this also fit in with what Master Yang said about changing the way we live?
Li Mazi nodded, indicating that he would seriously consider Shen Linghong's proposal.

However, Li Mazi knew that many details of this matter were far more complicated than Shen Linghong imagined. Moreover, once such a thing was asked, there would be two possible outcomes: either Yang Qian would truly regard her as a confidant, or he would become estranged from her.

It is definitely not what Shen Linghong thinks: "There is no harm in asking."

This woman is smart and has an active mind, but she also takes things for granted.

But Li Mazi didn't say much. The approach was right, and he needed to figure it out first.

On the other side, Yang Qian, who had returned to his rented courtyard after having a meal of臊子面 with Li Mazi, was now holding the broken knife in the house and examining it carefully with a curious look on his face. From time to time, he held the handle and waved it in his hand a few times.

The broken sword looked very broken. Not only was it covered in rust, but the handle was also missing, and the entire handle was less than the size of a palm. The blade was only a black blade less than three inches long, and it was impossible to tell what material it was made of.

It felt very heavy in the hand, three points heavier than the oxtail knife on Yang Qian's waist.

How heavy is this sword when it is intact? I'm afraid it must be more than 15 pounds? ! That's why Yang Qian suspected that this sword was not something that ordinary warriors used.

A one-handed sword that weighs more than 15 pounds would not be usable even with natural supernatural powers.

"It's so heavy, and there's something like [Aura] lingering on it. This thing must be something extraordinary!"

But after Yang Qian examined it for a long time, he gained nothing except that he felt that the broken sword was more and more extraordinary.

After thinking for a while, he walked to the yard, took off the oxtail knife from his waist and put it aside, then took the broken knife, closed his eyes, and began to practice the "Eight Styles of Oxtail Knife".

There was no special feeling the first time, until Yang Qian gradually entered the mysterious state of perfection of "Eight Styles of Oxtail Knife", a magical feeling actually surged out from the broken knife in his hand and sank into his heart!

At the same time, an abrupt message jumped out from the experience panel:
[A wonderful insight was extracted from the incomplete magic weapon in your hand and sank into your spiritual light, giving you a new understanding of swordsmanship, but it was still not clear enough for you to grasp that spiritual light.]

(End of this chapter)