Zhenjiang Prefecture is located south of Yangzhou Prefecture, across the river, crossing the Yangtze River and entering the Grand Canal, and it stopped in Jiangdu within a few days.

Dashun abolished the Ming Dynasty's garrison system and implemented recruitment of troops when there were wars. The total ratio of military household quota decreased, and Zhenjiang Camp was stationed in Jinshan.

On the boat, Deputy General Liu's eighths shouted: "Damn, we just came up. They drove away and were still arresting some private salt."

"Shut up! I'm full! For Prince Yu's urgent order of six hundred miles, we're waiting to protect the prince. But by the way, what private salt is mentioned, the official salt is already a whole family." Deputy General Liu Ting patted the lion to refurbish his clothes, and the people and horses stepped ashore. Three hundred Zhenjiang camp soldiers lined up to follow him. He was so majestic.

The official salt drove away in the first order, and the next order came to follow again. Those who were on the shore were blackmailed, and they did not dare to show their heads at this time. Deputy General Liu pressed his sword and walked the steps. He saw two scholars sitting on the stone bench within the rope stake at the port, one smaller, and the other seemed to be in the thirty years. Liu Ting stepped over and said, "Oh, isn't this my husband?"

The two were secretly alert, Guan Chaosheng was not able to salute, and he was confused: "The official knows Wansheng?"

"I was transferred to Luomahu to suppress bandits the year before yesterday. I met Guan Xianggong and Lin Jingshi at the Huaibei Salt Field. Guan Xianggong came forward to represent Lin Jingshi. Jiangnan and Jiangbei didn't know anything!" Liu Ting laughed and his scar face twisted. He wore official uniforms. The two of them greeted each other as usual. Liu Ting didn't mind holding up and was in his armor: "This little husband is..."

"His surname is Jia Huicong, and the grandson of Duke Rong..."

"Oh, the Duke of the Kingdom... Jia Cong? Why is this name familiar? It seems to have been mentioned somewhere." Liu Ting scratched his head and couldn't remember it.

Jia Cong was familiar with the law, but knew the rules of the Dashun military camp. Unless the governor came in person, or the imperial envoy's order, the Ministry of War agreed, the Zhenjiang envoy's troops must not cross the border to Yangzhou. He asked carefully: "Is the general in charge of the imperial envoy's order? Is Prince Yu's ceremonial guard coming?"

The general's call made Liu Ting feel attentive. There was always a sub-word character, and he felt awkward. It was not a palm print. The next sentence reminded him: "I remember, it was the fourth prince who was looking for you, and my little husband should wait for development."

The Zhenjiang Barracks with distinctive armor walked into the city. The Yangzhou Prefect obviously received the official document and arranged the location of the headquarters.

When Guan Chaosheng saw that the general not only knew him, Jia Cong actually got the prince's eyes wide open and his mind became more and more active. "Brother Shanhai is really impressive. In this way, how many days will you go to Ganquan?"

"It's good to have a walk, I'm bored."

...

Xiyan Town, Ganquan County is not far from the capital city, and you can get there by the post road from the west gate.

Xiyan Town is a plain area with a branch office located in the center, facing south and north. The plaque is engraved with "Branch of the Lianghuai Salt Transportation Office of Huainan Salt Field". It has a warehouse inside. There is a porter carrying salt on the road outside.

Jia Cong and Guan Chaosheng each brought their entourage. Director Feng led the way to the salt-boiling site in the south. When he came to his face, he smelled salty. The site was cultivated so that no grass was growing. Perhaps it was caused by the chemical substances of drying salt and fried salt. Director Feng collected the money and smiled: "Please look, two husbands, these hundreds of stove owners are just a drop in the ox and a drop in the ocean of Lianghuai Salt Field."

Jia Cong saw that some of the stove owners had dried and some fried, and his hair was wrapped around and he was sweating profusely. "Does the Lianghuai Salt Field use both fried and sun dry?"

"Sea salt!" Director Feng said: "It's said it's a stove household, but there are no household registration. There are fallen people and refugees. I get the iron pot according to the book, and someone supervises the salt and fried salt. I order the venue every day and order the number of people when I go out. I, the billions of people in Dashun, eat salt every day, and rely on people like us and them."

Guan Chaosheng Wrench's finger: "The general said that in addition to Lianghuai Salt Field, there are Changlu, the three eastern provinces, Shandong, Zhejiang, Fujian, and Guangdong. These are all sea salt, both dry and fried. Sichuan and Yunnan are well salt, which rely on fried. Hedong and Shaanxi and Gansu are pond salt, which rely on drying."

Jia Cong casually asked a fallen man who was holding a bamboo tube under the pot: "How much does it cost to work in January?"

"Go back to my master, I will earn a thousand quotations a month."

A servant said a few words to the director, and Director Feng lost his companion and said goodbye. Guan Chaosheng said, "Do you have pity for them? You have to come and have a look."

"My sympathy is not that rampant, but the word "destiny" is really unavoidable in some places." Jia Cong sighed: "The officials supervised the business movement and the harsh treatment of the bottom class suppressed the enthusiasm for production, and it will only become worse and worse for the whole world."

"It makes sense. If you don't study, you will have no way out. I took the autumn exam several times and failed the exam. I didn't want to take the exam again. A scholar had no power or power, his clan declined, and he became an official. He was beaten to death and was just a local county school teacher. He refused to do it and went around to seek a livelihood and a reputation." Guan Chaosheng said: "Let's go, go back. You can take the exam for fame, open a bookstore, and make an alliance, what are you trying to do?"

Jia Cong said as he walked: "The first is to protect yourself. Only by surviving can people talk about other things. Second, if you want to do something, even if others don't understand, resent, curse, and wait until the foundation is firm, you should do something. Show your ambitions and focus only on the results, process and means. I don't mind."

Guan Chaosheng was speechless and said after a while: "Do you know what people at that time evaluated Zhang Juzheng after he died?"

"It will be decided when the grudges are over, and it will be difficult to see the ban on the border." Jia Cong asked: "Then do you know why Ganquan County is not worthy of its name?"

"There is a saying in Yangzhou: bitter and sweet spring, sweet river capital. Hahaha..." Guan Chaosheng said happily: "If you don't dislike me, I will follow you when the funeral of Jingshi Lin is completed."

"Happiness is coming."

...

On the third day of September, Sun Fu received a letter from the door of Lin's mansion and returned. He passed by Jia Lian's house. When he heard Jia Lian's servant talk, the corner of the wall said: "Mr. Lin is almost out of reach. This time we can go to Suzhou to play again. The fallen leaves return to the roots. Mr. Lin is going to go back to Suzhou for burial."

Longer whispered: "Mr. Lian Er can take Miss Lin back for free. I wonder who will be the best in the future?"

"It's not all cheap." Xing'er disagreed: "Working a daughter like Miss Lin, first, you must be powerful, otherwise she will not look down on it. Second, you must be rich. Can you afford to eat ginseng every day when she is sick? Third, you have to be good-natured. How many people can bear her temper? If there are many wives and concubines, don't think about it. Miss Lin doesn't seem to be able to tolerate three wives and four concubines..."

Longer said: "Aren't you talking about Grandma Lian?"

Zhao'er said: "Go and go, we don't have to worry about these things."

Sun Fu muttered a few words and entered the room: "Mr. Cong, a letter from Hongqiao Station in the north of the city."

After reading Prince Yu's letter, Jia Cong thought silently and replied to a letter asking Sun Fu to stamp Guan Chaosheng, and handed it to the inn, "It's been more than half a month, how is the bookstore selling?"

"There is not much money, and the deduction will only be five hundred taels. It will take a slower pace." After Sun Fu said that, Zijuan rushed in and cried, "Master Cong, Master Lin is gone."
Chapter completed!