Whether it was Li Baihu Li Yaowu who was still thinking about acting arrogantly or Chen Rong who was crying and begging for mercy, the private goods they had been rushing were eventually taken away by Mao Jue. With Pang Dahai's private goods, there were no less than four or five thousand taels of gold in his Qiancheng compound.

Indeed, smuggling in the army has become a conventional unspoken rule. I don’t know how many people live by this food, but there is an important rule in the army. Whoever has the final say is who has the hard fists! Mao Jue of the other Qianhu is not in charge, but now he is the Master Qian. He is not talking about money under his nose, but he also wants to fire others, which is a dream.

Mao Wenlong hopes to be the successor of the next generation of Pidao. Even if he doesn't want to, he knows that this era is full of chaos and his reputation is as low as grass, especially living in Dongjiang Town, the front line of the conflict between the Ming and Qing Dynasties. If you want to live and live with dignity, you must not have any soldiers at hand. Raising soldiers requires money, and the big money is still held by the generals and officials of Liaodong and Dongjiang. If you want to continue, you have to squeeze out the hands of these guys, and you cannot leave any affection. Whoever wants to be weaker will have to be kicked down.

If you want to make a fortune, you have to be ruthless.

Early in the morning, before Mao Jue woke up, his courtyard door was already knocked with a bang. It was the second half of the night that last night. Wen Meng was so sleepy that he rubbed a pair of swollen eyes. He pushed the door open and shouted and scolded.

"Who? Is it a death early in the morning?"

"Oh, Master Wen, it's the last general! The last general!"

On the day Mao Jue took office, Chen Rong was so arrogant that he looked so arrogant that he couldn't get into the air. But now, he really felt like he had changed his body. His thick beard on his face was smooth, and his stiff horizontal flesh seemed to have softened. He nodded and bowed, and stuffed a piece of silver into Wen Meng's hand.

"I don't have any respect. I'll have urgent matters to visit Lord Qianhu. I hope Master Wen will give me a message!"

It can be about half a tael, equivalent to more than five hundred yuan. As he weighed the little money, Wen Meng's sleepiness suddenly disappeared. He looked rough just now, and immediately his horse's face turned cloudy and sunny again. He smiled and punched back with a smile.

"It's easy to say. Yesterday, Mr. Qian was still talking about Mr. Shen, please come with me, please! Please!"

With Wen Meng leading the way, Chen Baihu successfully entered the house and even had a cup of tea. It was the room where I discussed the matter last time. I could wait comfortably while holding warm tea and sitting on a bench. This made Chen Rong feel a little flattered.

After waiting for about ten minutes, he seemed to be a little unwaking. He was wearing a helmet, and Mao Jue wandered in like sleepwalking and stood up quickly. Chen Rong was about to hold his fists and bow, but Mao Jue swayed and sat down on his thousand-house chair, yawned, and then rubbed his eyes and greeted him.

"Ha, Old Shen, I haven't seen you this month. You're a lot of haggard. You don't rest at home so early in the morning. What's the matter with me?"

Otherwise, you, a prodigal son, stole my goods, who would be willing to come to you if you don’t get tired of your wife in the morning?

He greeted Mao Wenlong and Mrs. Chen in his heart. On his face, Chen Rong became more and more respectful. He did not mention what happened last night. He first placed a box on the table. As soon as he opened it, the five heavy silver ingots inside suddenly showed a smile. The box was pushed to Mao Jue. This guy smiled with his regretful smile.

"The young man is a rough man. He doesn't understand any rules. He is really a sin. I wish you a happy and I hope you can accept it with a smile!"

It should be about fifty taels of silver, and it should be 40,000 to 50,000 yuan in the future. It was almost enough to take a small project through the back door. Chen Rong really invested a lot of money, and Mao Jue was not polite to him. As soon as the box lid was closed, he stuffed the silver into his arms, and he still looked like he was half-dead and arched his fists.

"Old Shen spent money, I'm disrespectful!"

Chen Rong was a little stunned. He had already collected all the money, but Mao Jue was drooping his head again, and never mentioned the goods he had detained. Is there anyone who was so shameless?

If he didn't mention it, Chen Rong had to find a way to mention it himself. There was a layer of white-haired sweat on his forehead. This guy leaned forward a little and lowered his voice.

"Master Qian, there is something else. This morning, Li Yaowu and Zhang Meng's mansion, but he rushed to the city with money. The direction he was going to is Chen Mansion, look..."

"Oh, I understand! Is there anything else?"

He was still so confused. Mao Jue yawned and responded casually. He thought it was a big news that could attract Mao Jue's attention, but who knew that it was such a reaction. Suddenly, Chen Rong had no tricks and could only bow in a bad mood.

"There is nothing wrong in the end, and the end will be resigned. Please rest with peace of mind, Mr. Qian."

"etc!"

He walked out in shame. As soon as he reached the door, Mao Jue's greeting suddenly sounded behind him, as if he was a little energetic. As Shen Rong looked back with a little anticipation and a little fear, Mao Jue stood up lazily from the chair, wandered to him, and slapped him on his shoulder, but asked without any thoughts.

"Old Shen, whose flag are you carrying? Who are you working for?"

"Go back to Mr. Qianhu, I will carry your flag and serve as a job under your hands!"

This is a question of standing in the team. I have decided to put the treasure on Mao Jue. Chen Rong quickly corrected his attitude. Who knew that this answer made Mao Jue shake his head heavily.

"Wrong!"

"Ah? I am stupid, please tell me!"

While this guy lowered his head in surprise, Mao Jue shook his head and pulled the tiger skin and pulled the flag.

"Remember, you are carrying the Mao family's banner and working hard for our Dongjiang General Manager Mao Wenlong Mao!"

"Don't think about taking your little things back, but I won't lose you. In June and July, I will give you this money, and I will specify that it is higher than the price you give to the Shen family. And you can just get all the goods you leave in the future, and I won't lose you."

"You have a wide range of places. Anyway, you'll be fine next two months. Contact me to North Korea's food sellers. I have many salted fish to ship here. If you find a way, I will give you 30% of the number of places you can get!"

"Do whatever you should do."

While yawning, Mao Jue stretched his waist and walked out of the office hall and fell behind. Chen Rong was stunned when he heard this.

Mao Jue was talking a lot just now, but the core idea was just one sentence: My dad is Li Gang! Anyway, it means almost the same as this!

Although it is a bit vulgar, you have to work hard to do anything in the future, let alone now. The relationship behind Liang Yiliang can be regarded as a reassurance for Chen Rong!

Before, Mao Jue followed Chen Rong's ship and was able to bend down and endure hardship. First, he gave him the impression of being pragmatic and willing to work hard and respectful. Last night, he was not good at it and showed his methods. Such a person already has the potential to succeed and cannot figure out where Mao Jue came from. Today, Chen Rong did not run to Shen Shikui in the city, but came to him with money to buy insurance. At this time, he would give him a reassurance and provide him with a guarantee, which would be enough to calm the rough man and make him bow his head and work hard.

This is how people are. If Mao Jue comes up, he will yell at Mao Wenlong as my father! Although Chen Rong has to give face, he can't help but see Mao Jue clearly. He is just a playboy who relies on me. But now, after half a minute of shock, he doesn't care about anything or not, but a young man is still a bit bizarre to sell salted fish. When he turned around, Chen Rong hurriedly left the Thousand Houses and got up to Mao Jue.

Another hundred households in this thirteen thousand households were captured by Mao Jue.

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The Pidao market is too small. On the first day, I heard that a large number of cheap salted fish were on the market. Many poor people came to buy it. However, after two or three days, it was almost saturated. The busy salted fish shop quickly became deserted again. In addition to the butlers of several wealthy businessmen in the city who also came to order to satisfy the servants' hunger, the fish that came to buy began to become scattered.

However, Mao Jue doesn't care. He is short of food these days, so he will never have to worry about selling it as long as he eats it. At worst, he can go to North Korea and Shandong. On the one hand, he has a population of one or two million, and on the other hand, a market of tens of millions of people in the pass. With the current scale of the three-person household office, there is no need to worry about selling the output.

In the next few days, Mao Jue still devoted all his thoughts to the three families. As for Zhang and Li, who were robbed of goods, he went to find Shen Shikui's housekeeper to make a fuss, but he didn't make a fuss. In the end, he had to make a fuss. The two families could only beat the front teeth and swallowed their bad luck.

On the beach, several whistle boats rowed their oars, and big fish rushed to the beach like that. Villagers had already used ropes to support them and helped tie the boat. Several young people carried the large buckets of hundreds of kilograms of fish, transported them from the boat, and pushed them into the village.

I really want to thank Mr. Zhu Yuanzhang, because of his ban on seas, the seafood in several sea miles in China is much richer than in later generations. Before we can go deep into the ocean, we can fish in the sea area three or four days away from Pi Island. The harvest in a day can be thousands of kilograms, and about one meal can fill ten large barrels.

These days, a whole year of farming is hard for a whole acre of land, and the wheat harvested is only about 500 kilograms. At this time, the sea is definitely a rich granary.

On the shore, the women in the village were weaving fishing nets even more busy. The copper coins skewers that their men took back a few days ago had already seen their wealth. On this end, they unloaded the fish and rowed the whistle boat. However, the military households who had blacked out hurriedly rowed out to sea again.

Mao Jue promised that if the production of 500 barrels can be achieved this month, the whole family will pay one tael of silver!

Not just fish, but beside the window, a lot of black things were in the hot sun, reluctantly spitting out a trace of moisture in the body. These days, sea cucumbers are not farmed, and they are all wild ginseng. This thing is as expensive as later generations. A box of twenty-thirty dried sea cucumbers can be sold for one tael of silver in Shandong.

If Mao Jue could become such a bad-hearted boss before traveling through time, within a year or two, Mao Jue would have to take advantage of tens of millions of dollars. However, now, Mao Jue, who is busy and picking sea cucumbers, is still not happy.

On the one hand, the efficiency is too low. With these broken ships of Pang Dahai, even if they borrowed all the six whistle ships under Chen Rong, the output is still not high. The salt released on the Xiaolu Island can be left in the warehouse. The fishing these days is really not as efficient as it has come from later generations.

Another point is that it is too passive! Chen Rong has not yet gone to the trade route of selling fish to the Kingdom of Korea, and has to wait until next month. Mao Jue's plan to expand his business is actually stuck there, and everything has to be paid. Once back from Jiangnan in June and July.

"Boat, I need a boat!"

A bad sea cucumber was squeezed out by Mao Jue. He pinched the guy and Mao Jue muttered sadly, but at this moment, the sound of horse hooves sounded at the entrance of the village, but Wen Meng ran over with sweat.

The more people under his command, the better. Anyway, there is money. In the past two days, Mao Jue has selected more than 20 young men in the San Family Office. Shen Family Office, all of whom were selected as a honest and honest man according to Qi Jiguang's method of selecting soldiers. This made Wen Meng lead the training and also looked at the things taken from the Qian House Office. Seeing that he was so anxious, Mao Jue really felt a little nervous and threw down the sea cucumber and stood up and greeted him.

"Lao Wen, how did you come here? What happened?"

"It's a big deal!"

He suddenly turned over and got off the horse, and he was not breathing evenly. Wen Meng said hurriedly as he wiped the sweat beads on his forehead.
Chapter completed!