Seeing Qian Yuanwai leave, Wen Yuanwai said: "Judge Yun is Jinkou, saying that he wants to support him. In order to prevent him from selling our land, he is not allowed to sell vegetables to the Iron Supervisor. Isn't it against the Judge Yun's intention? Brother, this is not good."

Mr. Zhu said, "Brother, it's one thing to say, but another thing to do. This is Qian Manwai's field. The shops around the ferry entrance use their vegetables. If we don't say it ruthlessly, they will definitely be suppressed by him in the future. It's winter now, even if we open a vegetable garden, there are no vegetables to sell. In the past few months, we will first be soft-tempered and buy some land. If we really don't sell it, it's fine. If we don't sell it, we'll find an excuse to ask him to serve vegetables to the Iron Supervisor. Don't underestimate these small rich people in the countryside. Most of the farmers around are his farmhouses. It's not difficult for him to control one side and manipulate the price. In the future, when we grow vegetables, we'll only supply them to the Iron Supervisor? Sooner or later, there will be conflicts with him."

After hearing this, the other two people made sense to think about it and would not say anything.

When Mr. Qian went out of Qingyulou, he was still indignant and cursed. It would be fine if the government had fallen into trouble, but the people would not fight with the officials. These three manipulators, relying on their money, took care of the slag of the Iron Supervisor, and suddenly broke their own furnace business. Those who know how to do things first say hello to the surrounding small furnaces, which is not as hatred as they are now. They are thinking about buying their own land, which is really a daydream.

Not far away, a small boat was on the river, and a man stood at the bow of the boat and said, "Mr. I'm back, the little lotus vendor is back and I'm not sure where to find you."

When Qian Man Wai saw that it was An Silang, a customer from his own village, hurriedly said, "You are here! The restaurants nearby have been short of vegetables in the past two days, so everyone comes to ask me. You go to Qingyulou first, unload 200 kilograms, and transport the rest to the cargo yard there."

An Fourth Floor agreed and commanded a small boat to go to Qingyulou.

In winter, I couldn't grow any vegetables. Qian Manwai finally found a profitable life and used his own connections to firmly control the market in this area. He sent a few family members to go south to Xiangzhou to sell lotus roots. There were many ponds and squasheds there, and good lotus roots were produced every winter, and the price was cheap. He also sent people to Xinyang Army to buy mountain bamboo shoots. In his own cargo yard, a large amount of radish, onions and other storage-resistant dishes were barely available to the restaurant.

But the same is true. Due to lack of experience, I did not buy more vegetables in summer and autumn to pickle them into pickles. The market was occupied by an old man from Caizhou, which made him very angry. These days, whenever I have free time, I went to find the old man and wanted to buy his pickle shop.

The towns in the ferry gate are emerging, and there are no tooths. Qian Yuanwai used his own power to monopolize the nearby vegetable market in a short time. The business looked small and it was actually very profitable. Zhu Yuanwai and the other two wanted to get a share of the pie. How could he allow it, let alone buy his own land.

Tong Anlu came out of the bathhouse and felt refreshed. Looking at it was still early, he saw a tavern not far ahead and walked around.

The shops that Du Zhongxiao built in Yongcheng County were also opened at the ferry entrance. When the weather was cold, the business of the bathhouse was particularly good and it was full every day. I heard that the iron prison also had to build a bathhouse to use the waste gas from the stove to boil water. I don’t know when it was built.

Not far away, Hou Sanlang and Ji Jin came towards each other, both of whom Tong Anlu met in the Xiang army.

After meeting, Tong Anlu continued to move forward, but he didn't want to be held back by Hou Sanlang and said, "Brother, where are you going?"

Tong Anlu said, "There is a tavern over there, go have two glasses of wine. If the two brothers are fine, what if they go together?"

Hou Sanlang squeezed out his smile and looked vulgar, saying, "What's the point of drinking? Brother, we have a good place to go there, just like we are going straight into the sky. How about it? Let's take you to see it together."

Tong Anlu Road: "I don't know how many times I have visited this town, what is it? What fun can I have? - Brother, aren't you talking about gambling? I never gamble, and I don't allow it if I say Iron Supervisor."

Hou Sanlang smiled and said, "Nine out of ten gamblings are lost. What's the fun of gambling? You are nearly twenty years old, have you never been close to women?"

When Tong Anlu heard this, he was stunned, blushed and stopped talking.

"What's so sorry about this? It's not a child. I tell you that a new place to wash your body is opened by the river—"

Hearing this, Tong Anlu shook his head quickly: "I just washed it. Look, my hair is still wet."

Hou Sanlang laughed: "What's the point of washing yourself! I tell you that after entering the newly opened family, there will be a delicate little lady to help you clean your body. I don't know how comfortable it is! Moreover, you can do something else, just give money! There is a Hong Baniang who is only 16 years old this year, with a tender skin. Oh, as long as you only once, you will never forget it!"

Tong Anlu was young and energetic. After hearing these words, he couldn't help but blush and said, "How can I do this? Two brothers just go, I won't tell others!"

After saying that, he ran away in a hurry and didn't even go into the tavern.

Hou Sanlang and Ji Jin looked at Tong Anlu's back and laughed together. They didn't marry each other, so they were afraid that people would know about this kind of thing.

The Xiangjun has a low status and a small income. Many people are still alone when they are thirty or forty years old. Moreover, with their income, eating and drinking alone and having a wealthy family, it is not easy to support a family, and many people do not have the intention to start a family. When they arrive at the Iron Supervisory Commission, their income is too much, and their living conditions suddenly improve. They are days that they dare not think about before. After a few months, many people have developed different thoughts and their brains are on women.

There is supply when there is demand, and this kind of industry is even more so. At the beginning, nearby village women came here, carrying others on their backs and doing transactions with people in the Iron Prison. One by one, ten, ten by hundreds, and a small area appeared at the ferry entrance, which specializes in this business. Almost all are family stores, some are done by parents, but most are husbands with their wives. The husband is at the door and collects money, and the wife is blessed with Zhang Wei.

Poverty can change many things, form one's own morals, and form one's own society. At first, some people were unhappy, but soon they got used to it. There were a few idle men who specialized in setting up business there. Their daily words were that women's bodies were not a bowl of wine or a jar of noodles, and they disappeared after eating. After washing, they washed them, and they were not as new as they were.

There were thousands of families in the Iron Prison, and the market was wide. The business was very profitable and was soon targeted by the big ones. Recently, a Yu-Ji-level county, who thought it was profitable, opened a large one. Seeing that the bathhouse there made money, he recruited a group of women of unknown origin from other places in the name of this, and to do the business. These people are not comparable to village women, and their reputations quickly spread and they are crowded with people every day.

Hou Sanlang has been there once, and he eats the marrow and knows the taste, and he never forgets it every day. Today, I took Ji Jin, a good relationship with me, and went there to enjoy it. I worked so hard in the Iron Prison, and I had no place to spend the money I earned, and I was the favorite guest of that kind of place.

Tong Anlu lowered his head, ran for more than a mile, and then stopped after leaving the town. There was no one here, only the peaceful Li River flowing quietly in front of him. The big willow trees by the river hung down in a row, swaying barely in the wind.

Thinking about it, I was about to be twenty years old, but I never knew the taste of a woman. Tong Anlu felt indescribable. No matter what, I would not go to that kind of place, so I should find a serious family to marry and have children. But in the Iron Supervisory area, there are more men and fewer women, but it is not easy to get married.
Chapter completed!