Xing Honglang laughed: "Don't be afraid, keep moving forward, that village belongs to us."
"What?" The saltsmiths were startled: "Is it yours? This... is just selling some private salt. Is it necessary to make it so big?
Xing Honglang chuckled, not bothering to explain, and continued to lead the team forward.
At this time, post-war clean-up work was still going on around the stockade. Several corpses were brought out of the stockade, and one corpse had its eyes popping out.
Xing Honglang frowned and asked the sentry on the arrow tower: "What happened when I left?"
The sentry smiled and replied: "Master Xing, you are back. Not long ago, Lao Zhang Fei of the No. 5 Team came to attack our village. These dead people are all Lao Zhang Fei's subordinates."
Xing Honglang nodded.
When the saltsmiths heard this, they secretly thought: It turns out that the bandits came here to attack. Is there any mistake? When rogue bandits arrive, they usually number in the tens of thousands, but they were actually defeated by private salt dealers? This Mr. Xing is so terrible.
In their eyes, Xing Honglang's image began to become terrifying...
At this moment, the gate of the village opened, and Gao Chuwu jumped out, opening his arms to Xing Honglang: "Red Wolf!"
Xing Honglang also opened his arms: "The fifth day of the Lunar New Year!"
The two of them hugged each other with a "bump" sound.
Saltsmiths: "!!!"
Xing Honglang's terrifying image of the salt owl just now shattered into pieces, making it impossible to put them together.
Are you a saltsmith? Quickly pull all the salt trucks into the stockade. "Old Nanfeng said with a smile from a distance: "Don't look at that pair, they will feel uncomfortable if you look at them too much. "
The saltsmiths thought to themselves: At the gate of the village, they hugged each other as if no one else was around. How could there be any sense of "more people, more freedom"?
However, let’s not complain about this and just work hard.
A large number of salt trucks drove into the village. Under the guidance of the militia, they arrived at the warehouse area. The saltworkers took off the salt bags from the trucks and entered the designated area of the warehouse. As they moved, their eyes scanned the warehouse. Sweeping it away, you wouldn't know if you didn't look at it. You'd be surprised to see a large amount of grain being pushed here. It's really a mountain of grain.
Bai Ying shouted to the fifth grade of high school: "Hey, stop hugging your wife all the time and do something serious. Your wife promised these saltworkers fifty pounds of flour transportation wages. You arrange people and pay them." As soon as it happened, they were waiting eagerly.
Only then did Gao Chuwu let go of Xing Honglang, turned his head happily, and said to a soldier behind him, "Go, arrange a team of people, and help them distribute food."
The soldier left quickly.
After a while, a group of soldiers came to the warehouse area, took out flour from the grain bags, weighed out fifty kilograms, packed them in bags, and handed them to the saltsmiths one by one.
Fifty pounds of flour is not light, and it takes a lot of effort to carry it home, but how can the saltmakers think it is heavy? I'm afraid it's too light.
All of them howled with joy.
An old saltworker in his fifties was so moved that he cried while holding a bag of flour: "When I was given the official bed, how much work did I have to do to get so much flour? I decided not to go back to the village to work for Mr. Xing." , I also want to go to the saltpeter to make salt."
The saltsmiths who had doubts before now have no more thoughts. They just wait to return home, take their wives, children and children, sneak out of the salt village, and never go back. From now on, they will hide beside the saltpeter to be sold by private salt dealers. Making salt is a better way out.
The old saltsmith was crying when he suddenly saw a middle-aged monk passing by outside. The monk's face looked familiar. He suddenly remembered this person and was shocked. He rushed out of the door and grabbed the monk's clothes. .
The monk turned his head: "Ami stole the Buddha! Good slaughter, good slaughter! Why did the donor hold me back?"
The old saltsmith trembled all over: "You are... twenty years ago, the... man-eating salt lord who traveled across Puzhou, He Pinghe, the master? I sold private salt to you, do you still remember the villain? Jiechi Nancun, Zhao Xiaohei...there was an officer and soldier who wanted to kill me, but you killed thirteen officers and soldiers in a row and saved the villain's life."
The monk smiled and shook his head, clasping his hands together: "Donor, you have recognized the wrong person. The poor monk's name is War Monk. He is a monk in Pujiu Temple. How could he be some man-eating salt owl? Look at the monk's robes. A poor monk is a monk and does not commit murderous crimes."
Old saltsmith: "Huh? Isn't it? Sorry, I recognized the wrong person."
The war monk smiled and nodded, with a kind face.
The old saltsmith: "Hey, the master is so amiable, it must not be He Ping. It's me who made a mistake. The young monks and porters next to me wiped cold sweat and thought: No, no, no, you are right, but this guy didn't see me. Blood.
Xing Honglang secretly gave an order to the people of the militia, and the people of the militia deliberately ignored the saltsmiths and let them wander around the village.
The saltmen came over and saw hundreds of war horses eating fodder.
Turning around again, I saw hundreds of fire gun soldiers maintaining their fire guns.
Turning here again, I saw hundreds of old, weak, women and children cooking.
Looking at the river again, hundreds of workers are building a wooden pier by the water.
This place is really awesome.
How does this look like the den of a private salt dealer? It is exactly where the officers and soldiers set up camp, and it is managed much better than the officers and soldiers.
The officers and soldiers only know how to bully the migrant workers, and call them around with a stern look. However, the private salt dealers and soldiers in this village all have kind faces and often help the common people with small tasks. Work.
He would also say polite words: "Don't be too polite, our parents are ordinary people too, and we are all ordinary people's child soldiers."
Listen, these words are so beautiful. They are completely different from the words coming out of the mouths of officers and soldiers.
After taking a look around, the saltsmiths were even more certain that they could only live a good life here by following Mr. Xing's family.
A group of saltworkers gathered together, discussed for a while, and finally sent a leader to Xing Honglang: "Master Xing, we just discussed for a while and decided to follow you from now on."
Xing Honglang smiled: "Welcome!"
The saltsmith said: "We are thinking that if we carry the fifty kilograms of grain you gave us back to Yancun, we might not be able to carry it out, and 90% of it will be taken away by the government, so we want to take the fifty kilograms first. The food is stored here. After we returned to the village to greet our wives and children, we also asked Master Xing to spend some money to bribe the guards and let us slip out... From now on, we will dig a pond next to the saltpeter to dry the salt."
Xing Honglang: "Okay! Just a word from a gentleman, a quick whip, and the matter is settled. I will send a team of cavalry to escort you back to the village, and then let Tie Niofei spend money to bribe the defenders, and you can escape as much as you like." Come out and make salt for me from now on, I will never treat you badly."
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