Li Yun sighed and could only continue to mention him: "People like to add icing on the cake. Who likes helping you in time? Those nobles will reach out to help the game when they see your family is about to take off. We don't need them to support us, we just need them to express their opinions..."

Cheng Chumo blinked, not knowing whether he understood it or not.

Li Yun said again: "This is called gathering momentum, or threatening. Once most nobles express their support for your Cheng family, the subtle power cannot be underestimated. Even if it is a high-ranking sect like the Wang family in Taiyuan, he will not dare to play hard with us from the surface."

Cheng Chumo looked aggrieved and muttered in a low voice: "If you play hard, just play hard. How can our master and apprentice be afraid of him? Master, let me tell you, we are also people with the backstage, and we are also very tough, the number one leader in the Tang Dynasty..."

Li Yun glared at him and smiled angrily: "You think I don't know, it's just the emperor. I'll give 90% of the salt industry to your family. With your father's shrewdness, he will never take it alone. He will pay at least 80% of the salt industry, and your Cheng family will leave at most 10%."

Cheng Chumo was stunned for a moment and said in surprise: "Master, you have guessed it, you are afraid of him as a bird."

Li Yun looked helpless and wanted to open the apprentice's mountain gate. But he knew that Cheng Chumo was so confused. He had no choice but to teach him, saying, "Although the emperor has taken the big head, the emperor can't cover him. I'll tell you these words, don't say them outside. Our Majesty dares to fight head-on with the aristocratic family now."

Cheng Chumo blinked his eyes and said dejectedly: "Okay, whatever you say is what you say. I will go and give away salt tonight."

Li Yun breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that the little bully had already relieved his resentment, he began to command and said, "From today on, you can pull a few carts of salt back every night, for ten consecutive days, every day, take advantage of the night, the more secret the better. When you visit, you must not miss a trace of wind..."

Cheng Chumo was stunned again and asked confusedly: "What about ten days later?"

Li Yun smiled slightly and said leisurely: "In ten days, our salted fish will be on the market. At that time, it will inevitably lead to a slight slap in the whole city. The matter of salt is in full swing. Whether to fight or fight depends on their own means.

Cheng Chumo licked the corner of his mouth and said excitedly: "I like to beat..."

Li Yun looked at him and said with some uncertainty: "Don't say it's a fight, we may even kill if we are forced."

kill?

Wouldn't that be even more enjoyable?

Cheng Chumo's excited legs were swaying.

This guy is born to like blood.

Cheng Chumo suddenly remembered something again and stared at Li Yun and said, "Master, why don't you go back to Chang'an with me and let our master and apprentice go to give gifts together, and take this opportunity to take you to meet those people..."

This is a kindness, completely from the kindness of the little bully.

He wanted to introduce Li Yun into the circle of Duke and nobles!

But Li Yun shook his head and said with a little emotion: "There is a natural barrier to identity and status, and forcing oneself to join the circle is just a joke. You are the legitimate son of the Duke, and they will treat you as their own person, but I am different. I am a refugee and belong to the lowest-level person. If I come to visit the door rashly, it will be an insult to others."

"No!"

Cheng Chumo quickly spoke and explained hurriedly: "My father and mother don't feel insulted. My mother said several times that she wanted to invite you to visit."

Li Yun glanced at him and explained softly: "Your family is different."

Cheng Chumo was stunned for a moment, and suddenly became smarter, thinking to himself: "Is it because my father made a bet with you? Or is it because I became your apprentice."

Li Yun reached out and patted his shoulder, and smiled and said, "It's all!"

Cheng Chumo nodded and grinned, "My father was finally smarter than those people. I know that Master, you are a capable genius."

Li Yun smiled and suddenly turned around and said, "You continue to patrol everyone for dinner. After eating, you can load a truck of salt. I have to go to the Weishui River. From today on, I will organize refugees to catch fish..."

Cheng Chumo's eyes lit up and he said excitedly: "Master, is our little salted fish finally going to start?"

Li Yun turned around and looked back at him, saying with a deep meaning: "Yes, it's going to start..."

...

From this day on, the local people in Chang'an suddenly discovered something strange. The big pot of porridge for the imperial court was removed. It is said that the porridge will not be distributed to refugees in the city in the future.

The hungry refugees with red eyes did not struggle, and even followed the officials from the government to outside Chang'an City.

It is said that the imperial court established a large camp of refugees on the banks of the Wei River outside the city.

It is said that the refugee camp was very simple, full of thatched sheds, and even shelters were barely sheltered from wind and rain.

It is also said that someone had watched from afar outside the refugee camp and found that although the refugees were still skinny, they could hear laughter in the camp every day...

...

Countless data have made the Chang'an locals very curious.

It is obviously a very simple camp of refugees, and it is definitely not as safe as Chang'an City, but why do refugees laugh? The curiosity makes people scratch their heads very annoying.

Until ten days later...

Early this morning, the Chang'an city gate had just opened, and suddenly someone saw crowds of people on the official road in the distance, and countless refugees were vaguely walking.

Judging from the situation, at least thousands of people would have to be there.

These refugees dressed very strangely!

But each of them was carrying a small pocket on their backs, and there was something bulging inside. There was a flat-bottomed utensil similar to an iron pot hanging around their waists, and next to the pan was a small black shovel.

If such a dress is just one person and two, then nothing is surprising. But thousands of people are dressed like this, which makes it very bizarre.

These refugees came straight to Chang'an City Gate, and their faces were filled with an indescribable pride.

That kind of pace is not like a poor refugee. He takes a step, jingle, a spatula and an iron pot collided, making a pleasant sound.

Thousands of crisp sounds mixed together, and there was a rush of momentum.

The people of Chang'an were watching.

Everyone found that in addition to the small pocket on his back and the small iron pot on his waist, these refugees were carrying a small clay pot of not too big or too small. The clay pot seemed to contain some kind of liquid, and when they walked, they made a faint sound of liquid hitting the clay pot.

Finally, under the gaze of many people, the group of refugees entered the city.

For some reason, the guards at the gate of the city did not charge the entry fee for these refugees.

But when a refugee suddenly left the team and came to a corner not far from the city gate, he slowly took off the small pocket on his back, took out a small mud stove from it, then took out charcoal, and then took out a handful of hay. He actually started to set fire in the corner, and then carefully placed the strange pan.

After the fire was set, he poured out a little liquid from the clay pot. Only then did he realize that it seemed to be some kind of oil, because it would make a sizzling sound when poured into the pot...

The people of Chang'an were amazed at it.

At this moment, I suddenly saw the refugee shouting with a very melodious voice: "Eat salted fish, fry salted fish in a pot..."

After holding on for three months, I finally started to trigger the Chang'an trend.
Chapter completed!