Reborn Regent of Ming Dynasty

"My brother led a beautiful cavalry team, with good armor, good weapons, and good horses."

Li Yongxin and the others were heavily guarded and murderous, but the other party was not afraid at all, the black man in the middle chuckled, simply threw away the waist knife in his hand, and rode forward.

"General, do you want to knock this black fellow off his horse?"

The soldiers around Li Yongxin were eager to try, and aimed their firecrackers at the black man, as long as Li Yongxin gave an order, they could knock this guy off his horse.

"Bullshit, since when did I get stabbed in the back?" Li Yongxin put away the firecrackers and moved forward in sympathy. [

There are dozens of steps between the two sides, and it takes almost a few breaths of effort to reach one place.

With a distance of three or five steps, they stared at each other.

"Good guy." After looking at each other for a while, Li Yongxin couldn't help but admire in his heart.

The big black man's eyes were solid, with wisps of murderous aura emanating from them.

His body was covered in bumps, and more than a dozen sword wounds could be vaguely seen in the open area of ​​his chest.

Just from this point of view, one can know that this big black man is a soldier who was killed by thousands of troops. If not, the scars would not be so strange, there are all kinds of things, and they must have been killed every time. A brave man who is hard to beat, otherwise he wouldn't have left so many scars on his chest!

"We are still outside Laiwu, and we have heard of Brother Li who is in charge of the dishes in Laiwu."

The black man picked at Thumbs, showing his big teeth, and said with a smile: "I met you today, he is indeed a good man. I, Li Guo, have also been "going" for ten years. A hero like Brother Li is only here to be a hero." Those who are in charge of the plate are really wasting good materials. If they travel all over the world, I am afraid they will have already made their name."

Li Yongxin had never heard of the name Li Guo, but he could understand the other party's slang.

Although the people he led were all riding horses and wearing armor, but the Ludi thieves, like Li Qingshan, had almost the same attire as the officers and soldiers.

This black guy named Li Guo in front of him obviously regards himself as a powerful bandit, the implication is that just being a mountain king in one place and ruining Li Yongxin's materials, it is better to go out and become a thief to gain fame. That is to say, like the Eight Great Kings, Chuang Tatian, Chuang Wang, and Chuang General, they have made their own names.

"Thank you. I can't write two characters of Li in one stroke. I belong to my family, but you have stepped on the boundary and hurt my people. You still have to give us an explanation."

Li Guo smiled and replied: "We are not thieves. We came to Laiwu this time to grab the land. The people in the village yesterday were really hateful. We just taught them a lesson. We are here to buy iron. coming."

The news of the sale of iron was released a month ago, and there were quite a few merchants who came, but such a tyrannical buyer as Li Guo was really the first batch.

The Daming Iron Mine at that time, the Ma'anshan area was the place with the most iron production. The Laiwu Mine is still a little weaker now, but it is conceivable that it will definitely not be under Ma'anshan in the future.

There is a lot of iron, and the expenditure is also very huge. Mining is hard, and there is a lot of food. Now a charter has been agreed, and food is provided according to the season.

In winter, a miner received five stones and five buckets of grain, two bolts of cloth, ten catties of cotton, and some meat.

This expense is already not small, plus the monthly salary based on the amount of iron per person, there are five or six taels more, and three or four taels less. The annual expenditure of 10 taels of silver is indispensable.

The amount of iron produced is huge, Fushan can't digest it by itself, and pig iron is scarce everywhere, so it is definitely not possible to sell it to the Liaodong Tartars. The military towns or ordinary people in the interior of the Ming Dynasty come to buy it, but they might as well sell a batch, and more iron will be produced in the future. Not only can it satisfy my own use, but I am afraid I can still earn a lot after removing the expenses. [

There are more and more ways for Fushan to get money.