Miao Er soon came over with a well-dressed old man who was originally in a salt field watching the stoves busy.

"Brother Huang!"

He said with a smile.

"Mr. He, look at your complexion this year, this is another booming fortune!"

Huang Zhen bowed and said with a smile.

Yang Xin and Huang Ying followed behind to salute.

"There is no question of wealth, it's just a little bit of food. Our stove owners are suffering. Are you still the same rules?"

He Gong said.

"Yes, the old rules!"

Huang Zhen said.

"Then let's get the price!"

Mr. He said readily.

The smuggling transaction was negotiated in a few simple sentences. In fact, the more this happens, the simpler the business process is. However, both parties are not in a hurry. The loading starts at night. It is too rampant during the day. This kind of thing needs some caution. Huangzhen was invited by Mr. He to a nearby straw shed for tea. Yang Xin and Huang Ying were wandering in the salt field. If they don’t go to see the miserable appearance of the stove owners, the scenery here is still very good. Not far away is the vast sea, with seagulls flying among the blue sky and white clouds, and the shore is silver, and the salt crystals on the ground are reflected.

"This Mr. He is also a stove owner?"

Yang Xin asked.

"Yes, the rich stove is similar to the landlords and gentry in the village. Although they are also stove owners, they occupy many salt fields and grasslands. There are also ways in the government. They also have many thugs. These stove owners have to listen to him.

He came forward to manage the government.

He contacted and sold private and official salt.

Whoever dares to bypass him and sell salt here is not uncommon even if his thugs sink to the sea."

Huang Ying said.

“It’s the same everywhere!”

Yang Xin said to the unkempt stove in front of him.

"Yes, it's the same everywhere. There are gentry in the village, and there are rich stoves in the salt field. Even the fishermen in Beitang have to listen to the fishermen. The government will not care about these things. Just pay them money. If not, why should my father try his best to support his younger brother in school and the exam? If there is fame and fortune, there will be all. Even if they pass the imperial examination, some people will send fields to slaves, and some people will even take the land to join the country. Although they have to pay the food for free, they are exempted from all taxes. As long as we collect less than the government collects. If we pass the Jinshi or become officials directly, we will do whatever we want. We will just load a boat with private salt and openly pass the Hexi Wuchao Pass, and no one will take care of it. Miss Wang and her party rented a boat to Beijing, but do you know who gave who the money?"

Huang Ying said.

Yang Xin took a look at the ears.

"It was the ship owner who gave them money. The ship owner served them all the way, cared for their food and drinks, and also had to give Ms. Wang the money as pocket money, but the ship owner was not at all at all because he had 40,000 kilograms of goods on the ship. Along the way, the three lanterns were lighted up and they would not pay any fees or taxes. Even if there were contraband, they would not be investigated."

Huang Ying said.

"It's good to be an official, you're good to be an official, wear leather shoes and watches, and hug the girl and run around the street!"

Yang Xin said with a smile.

“What is a watch?”

Huang Ying asked curiously.

"Have you ever seen a Western self-ringing bell?"

Yang Xin asked.

"There are some of the Miss Wang family, but it is not Western, but made by Yingtian Craftsmen."

Huang Ying said.

"Well?!"

Yang Xin was stunned.

He really didn't know that the Ming Dynasty was so fast in connecting with the world. He had produced his own self-tone bells in just twenty or thirty years. It was obvious that another way to make money was blocked. At least with his understanding of mechanical clocks, what he could make was limited to the primary version of the self-tone bells.

He was about to give Huang Ying a watch when a stove with salt and ash was walking by in front of him, probably because he was too tired and slipped under his feet.

Yang Xin hurriedly reached out to support him.

The latter stood there and gasped, and then thanked him.

"You have to wear pairs of shoes!"

Yang Xin said as he looked at his legs.

This man only wore a pair of calves, not to mention shoes, even trousers. Moreover, calves were patched and patched, and their legs and feet had turned gray because they were soaked in salt water for many years. It was hard to tell whether the skin was a hard shell. It was covered with salt crystals, and his hair and beard were also covered with salt crystals. It was not very good to look at people. They would definitely have salt entering their eyes, and their eyesight would be affected over time.

"If the shoes are rotten, they will disappear. If the shoes are rotten, they can grow out. Shoes are more valuable than the skin of the body!"

The man said.

Yang Xin was speechless.

The stove owners really can’t afford to wear shoes, just like the boatmen can’t afford to wear clothes. They have no land for men to farm and women to weave, and they have to buy everything. It’s obviously too luxurious to work in the salt field with shoes, and even wearing clothes is luxurious...

The cheapest thing for them is their skin.

"Yeah, isn't this a girl from the Huang family?"

A voice suddenly rang out.

Huang Ying's face immediately changed to a disgust expression.

The stove owner left quickly.

Yang Xin looked up at the front. A man who looked no older than him looked at Huang Ying with his eyes shining. He was wearing a long cloth shirt, which was quite neat, but there were still patches. In other words, his financial strength was not the same level as He Gong, but the long cloth shirt he was wearing seemed to be from the yamen. Yang Xin didn't know much about this thing, so he could only say that it looked like it. He was followed by seven men who were much worse in dress, all holding sticks, swords and guns in his hands...

The Ming Dynasty could not help but cool down its weapons.

Because the army mainly uses firearms, it is legal to store cold weapons in private, and bows and crossbows are no big deal. The Ming Dynasty's military law clearly states that crossbows, swords, guns, forks, etc. are suitable for civilians. The criminal law only stipulates that it is not possible to shoot arrows in other people's residential areas at will. As for firearms, it is definitely not possible, but the punishment is insufficient, and it is just that a cannon is hidden in the house and is caught. It is nothing more than that the stick is eighty or so exiled for three thousand miles, and ten gates are increased to one hundred or three thousand miles. The meaning of taking out some money to execute the execution will be over.

The result was that cold weapons were rampant among the people, and the rise of martial arts was the Ming Dynasty. However, they were not like Master Yan. The martial arts of the Ming Dynasty were all real, and there was no fantasy system at all. Yu Dayou's single-handed fight against Shaolin Temple did not rely on the dantian energy.

These guys came over with disgusting gazes on both sides of the stove.

“Blacklisted!”

Huang Ying whispered.

Yang Xin understands it.

The man smiled and walked up to them with his subordinates. He ignored Yang Xin and stared at Huang Ying's face with his eyes. However, the few behind him stared at Yang Xin fiercely, indicating that he would be smarter and not disturb his boss's picking up girls.

"Miss Huang, we have disappeared some days, and my brother misses you very much!"

The raspy smiled.

"roll!"

Huang Ying scolded angrily.

"Yeah, my little temper is still so stubborn. My brother likes you, my little temper. The girl of the Huang family, what are you doing? Do you want to sell private salt? This is a crime of beheading. My brother has eaten imperial grain from his ancestors. Even if he is to you, you can't betrayal to your sister! Brothers, who will go to Deputy Envoy Hu for me? He said that someone wanted to sell private salt and was met by our brother!"

The ruffian said with a face.

The subordinates immediately followed suit, but none of them moved, and Huang Ying was not afraid of it.

"How can you, you have to make people innocent from nothing?"

Yang Xin said weakly.

This guy also looks like I'm very scared.

Huang Ying subconsciously supported her forehead.

"Who are you?"

The rogue looked up and down at Yang Xin.

"I, I am her cousin!"

Yang Xin continued to face the swords and sticks with fearful faces and cowardly eyes, as frightened and helpless as if he had been facing such a scene for the first time.

"cousin?"

Rumbo suspicious.

"We have been married since we were young!"

Yang Xin quickly changed into a happy face and said.

Huang Ying next to her blushed.

"Doggy!"

The tone of a ruffian suddenly rose.

The expression seemed to have been snatched a lollipop.

Yang Xin reached out to hold Huang Ying's waist and faced him with a honest smile...

"I'll hit you, a baby kiss!"

The rookie roared angrily, and headed straight for Yang Xin's face with his right fist. Yang Xin fell to the side and avoided it as if Huang Ying pulled it a little. But this rookie was not a waste. He pressed his knees while his fist fell, but Yang Xin still easily avoided it in the same way. The rookie also felt something was wrong. Yang Xin was obviously not the waste he imagined, but he knew what Huang Zhen did. Since Yang Xin followed Huang Zhen to sell private salt together, he would definitely not be a waste.
To be continued...