Mao Jue has a common problem with a tyrant, that is, he is so happy! A good guy, a salt factory, can help him build the grand canal of the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal.

Outside the sea of ​​Xuzhou, a series of islands were thrown by the fleet, and a long dike was built up. The dam dozens of miles was no less than the construction of a big city. Moreover, in the past few months, the project volume had to be calculated by pulling sand and stones to level the mudflat.

However, the effect is also significant. The shallow sand-spread wasteland in a radius of more than ten miles has now become neat salt fields. The sea water poured in from the tide in the morning was sunken into brine in the hot weather, and was transported to the upper crystal pond through ditches and water trucks. After one afternoon, it became shiny salt. Thousands of people were working between the salt fields with wooden rakes. The finished salt was piled into mountains at the entrance of the factory where they came in. Dozens of people were carrying sacks and shovels, filling them into the sacks one by one.

No wonder Kang Wanli said that just such a salt field is enough to match the entire Huai salt production area.

While walking along the blue sea and blue sky, Kang Wanli started to gesture with a gaze. In contrast, Feng Xuewen was as listless as a frost-beating eggplant. A few days ago, Mao Jue invited them to join the salt farm, but he always distrusts the government and stays away from him. He just wanted to take tens of thousands of taels of silver to deal with it. Unexpectedly, he was rejected directly by Mao Jue. The minimum amount of shares to be able to participate is 200,000 taels.

There were not many investors at that time, and Feng Xuewen secretly scoffed at these fools who were so stupid that they were crazy about shooting the King of Political Science and King of Justice. Now it seems that he is the stupid one. Even if the salt farm does not pay dividends, half price is enough to make every salt merchant jealous.

He still couldn't learn Mao Jue's production model. He mobilized 100,000 prisoners of war, used hundreds of Dongjiang ships, and built them in Tieshan quarterly cement and tens of millions of taels of silver. The maximum scale was used to minimize the cost. Typical scale effect, there were still several good tidal flats near Xu Huai. But even Feng Xuewen, one of the richest people in Yangzhou, could not provide such a large scale manpower and financial resources to build a salt field. Compared with Mao Jue's cheap salt field salt drying method, he still relied on the ancient method to cook sea as salt, and the cost was not on the starting line. He either had to pay for money and vomit blood, or he had to sell even if he couldn't sell a bag and vomit blood!

Almost without saying a word, he followed Kang Wanli to the entire salt field. He watched him in a high spirited manner and carried the salt bag onto the carriage with the worker who had been on standby. He deliberately patted the salt bag in front of him a few times. Looking at the Shanxi old man dancing with a gaze, Feng Xuewen suddenly asked with a flash of inspiration.

"Brother Kang, you can sell Huai salt back to your hometown in Shanxi, which is considered a return home in glory. However, Shanxi is full of mountains, so this salt transportation is probably not easy to leave? The goods are packed there, and people eat and chew them. Even if you get the goods at half price, the cost is not enough, right?"

"Haha, I don't know. Isn't this the Regent's railway to use that Kun to transport goods? We will invest in this railway..."

He said excitedly, but just as he was halfway through his words, Kang Wanli came to an abrupt end. He hurriedly smiled and waved his hand: "I have some tricks in Shanxi, so I can save you back, don't worry, brother!"

"Oh! That's because I'm over-concerned!"

Without continuing to ask, Feng Xuewen hugged his fists with a smile.

After he separated from Kang Wannian, General Feng had no intention of going back to see his Jinhuozhai Salt Farm. He ran back to Yangzhou City in his own four-wheeled carriage. Before he could even wait to sit back, he couldn't wait to find Feng Yongxin, the master who had been following him for decades and finally protected in Mao Jue's poaching storm.

"You immediately post to Mr. Li, Mr. Zhao, and the shopkeeper Liu. I said that I want to invite them to participate in the shares and let the servants hold a banquet in Yechunyuan!"

"Master, most of the salt stoves in Xu Huai are under our Feng family. The Yanshi Censorate of Lianghuai fled back to Jiangnan. Within two or three years, the salt production of Lianghuai was the Feng family who was arbitrary. Why should we share the money for them?"

Full of confusion, Master Feng asked in surprise, but this sentence happened to Feng Xuewen's bitterness, and he almost cried. He slapped his thighs sadly.

"Didn't the Regent say that they would build a coastal defense fortress on several broken islands in the distant mountains? They were not a fortress at all. They were the Regent's Wang family salt farm. They built a salt field for dozens of miles. By making braised salt, the salt production was enough for the entire Huai River! The cost was less than half of our family!"

Suddenly, Master Feng was shocked and couldn't speak for a long time. Most of the Feng family's assets were invested in this. If Feng Xuewen said, it would take less than two or three years to be dragged down.

Now that things have come to this point, even if we grit our teeth and hold on, we have to go all the way to the dark. Feng Xuewen hummed in disappointment: "Fatty Li, Zhao Daji, was blind and didn't follow up. Kang Feizi took salt for 50% off, and they bought it at full price. If this continues, it will be done sooner or later. For the current plan, we can only pay the money and learn from the Regent to take a siege and dry salt, otherwise we will have to wait to be eliminated!"

"The master taught me a lesson! Let's go now!"

"etc!"

With the mute, Feng Xuewen was like constipation again. He walked around several circles and asked with a heart of heart: "How much money can I move in the mansion now?"

"Go back to the master, after building the salt farm, there are still 400,000 taels!"

"Can you get one million taels of land and houses under my name?"

"When I go back to the master, I can get it, but this is all ancestral property! Ye Chunyuan also wants to accompany the second lady to accompany her. What are you doing?"

"I don't care! The Regent wants to build the railway from Yangzhou to Zhengzhou, Luoyang, Tongguan and Xi'an, with a minimum investment of one million taels? Kang Feizi missed this afternoon, and there must be something tricky about it. Although he doesn't know what the content is, since he dares to vote, we will follow it too! After missing this, I feel that our Feng family is still unlucky!"

The shopping mall is like a battlefield! However, seeing his master's face full of murderous aura and wiping the sweat on his forehead, Master Feng responded with great difficulty, but after hesitating, he made another valuable proposal.

"Master, the Imperial Bank under the name of the Regent recently has also been listed in Xuzhou. The interest rate on loans is not high, only 5% of which is not conducive to profitability. The master does not have to sell his property and directly mortgage it to the Imperial Bank to lend the money. When the salt farm makes a profit, we can also pay it back slowly!"

"So little!!!"

Even Feng Xuewen couldn't help but scream in shock.

How high is the interest on loans in ancient times? In the Sermon on the Treasure of the Ming Dynasty, the Ming Taizu once clearly required that in the future, the interest rate will not exceed two or three cents! The Ming law also stipulates: "If you privately place money and pawn property, you will not exceed three cents per month. Although there are many years and months, you will only make a profit of one bank; if you violate the bruises forty, you will use the remaining profit to calculate the stolen money, and you will be punished by the crime of taking stolen money and pawning property, and you will be stopped by one hundred sticks."

Even if the government interferes with the interest rate, the monthly interest rate allowed by the law is as high as 20% and the annual interest rate can even reach 100%. This five-percent interest shows how conscience is! Anyway, it is also invested in Mao Jue's project. Once you lose money, you will lose all your money. There is no difference between selling it and mortgage. But if you win the bet, these belongings are still yours. With a cruel heart, Feng Xuewen slapped his thigh: "I've gambled!"

"But this matter must be secret! You must not let Fatty Li, Mr. Zhao sting and the others know!"

This is a business opportunity! I finally tried to pick out a little from Kang Wanli's mouth in the afternoon. How could I easily get others to take advantage of it?

"Don't worry, guru, you can save it!"

The teacher agreed with a slight smile as well.

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Business is just that. In the banquets, intrigue transactions are carried out. When Feng Xuewen held the banquet, the regent Mao Jue also held a banquet there. However, Mao Jue's banquet is much higher now and can be called a state banquet. Even Yangzhou big merchants like Kang Wanli and Feng Xuewen are not qualified to attend.

The banquet was held on Mao Jue's old friend, the flagship Black Pearl.

Now the first-class battleships in Dongjiang have been upgraded from the original nine to twenty-one, and the number is enough to be retired into a guard of honor. The third-level artillery deck has been demolished for two floors. The upper and the tail building are used as VIP rest cabins, and the middle-level has become a huge banquet hall. Only the next floor still retains the artillery cabin, but a small half of them have been removed. Mao Jue made the first-class battleship, which originally had 120 cannons and had strong firepower, quickly fell to a pitiful position that was worse than the twenty-four third-level battleships.

Fortunately, this old guy can't charge to the front line now, facing the fire rain.

The captain's room is still the same captain's room. After all, it has been decorated very luxuriously before. And here there are romantic memories of Mao Jue, Adrena, and a few girls such as Su Yi. The room seems to be connected to a woman. Sitting on the sofa in front of the large window of the tail building, Mao Jue was depressedly reading a woman's letter.

"You are a great husband, a hero and a hero! I can serve you for a night of joy, and I have no regrets in this life. How dare you have any extravagant hopes? If you part today, please don't miss it..."

"This little vixen!"

The letter was left by Gu Hengbo. Mao Jue was too busy for the past month and a half. He had never visited this woman who had a happy night. Yesterday, the imperial Lianghuai Salt Field was finally on track, and the supervision departments at all levels were in place. There was no situation in raising rats in the previous Ming Dynasty. He then calmed down and had the time to sit at the eight Yans in Qinhuai, which had been rumored to be popular in later generations.

However, Mao Jue was out of nowhere. Gu Mei had been running away for more than half a month. Ying Ji, who was holding a vinegar bottle, left such a letter without telling her.

However, this is also Gu Hengbo's intelligence. The more men can't get it, the more they want to steal it! Originally, what Gu Mei relied on to get Mao Jue was her understanding of the conflicts in the Jiangnan family, which could help Mao Jue to hang around the aristocratic families and win favor. Now, Mao Jue has been in a row and is not interested in occupying Jiangnan, and her calculations have also been lost.

Moreover, Mao Jue was beaten the next day after this romantic night. Although he found it himself, in ancient times, women like Gu Hengbo were easily regarded as ominous things.

So the situation of opposition between the North and the South was certain, so she quietly packed up and left, leaving this letter, praising Mao Jue to the sky, which left a thought. If Mao Jue returns to the capital and thinks of her occasionally, she can't fly into a phoenix, and it's also good to be Li Shishi of Song Huizong!

However, Mao Jue is also a good person now. How could he not see Gu Hengbo's little thoughts? He originally wanted to use her as a vase with cards tonight, but Mao Jue was both angry and funny after being left empty.

"Do you want to capture the escaped slave back?"

Looking at Mao Jue's grin and shaking his head, she was full of sourness. Sakura asked while holding the knife.

"No need!"

He casually received the scented letter into the box, but Mao Jue pushed the door out. After a while, he came back with some dark and heavy stuff.

The first floor downstairs is the torture room. Chen Jiao and Yu Le'er were passed by that time. Although it is not available now, the things are still there, including a pair of black handcuffs, a pair of heavy iron shackles, and a black iron chain tied to the neck. Three heavy guys with a total of thirty or forty kilograms were thrown heavily on the table by Mao Jue.

"Gu Mei must have gone back to the capital to find Chen Yuanyuan and send these to her!"

Gu Hengbo was given to Mao Jue after Qian Qianyi spent the money to combed it. Her identity was Mao Jue's female slave. The purpose of giving this was Mao Jue to remind her that if Mao Jue dared to give her girls in later generations, she would definitely get a beating and blacklist. In this era, not to mention a prostitute like Gu Hengbo, even the young ladies and socialites in the official family would have to accept it happily, and even laugh out loud in the middle of the night. It would be a great honor to be a female slave for Mao Jue.

Naturally, she understood this, and pouted her mouth with a sour voice. Ying Ji took out a box, filled the things in, and turned around and went out of the door with anger. However, as soon as she left, just as Mao Jue imagined how Gu Hengbo could have a look. While she was smirking in a slut, the second door god Mao Jue came in again and bowed heavily to Mao Jue.

"General! Master Zheng Zhilong, the general of Fujian Navy, has arrived! The red-haired foreigners you invited have also arrived in Yangzhou. According to your instructions, the two were staggered for half an hour!"

Although he did not continue to attack Jiangnan, it does not mean that Mao Jue gave up the East China Sea and South China Sea. In his eyes, Hai Quan is even more important than Lu Quan today! His expression quickly became serious, and Mao Jue sat upright solemnly and nodded.
Chapter completed!