Sun Baoyao was also quite emotional when he talked about this.
Who doesn’t know that if this continues, the country will not be a country? But as individuals, they could only watch as the big ship slowly sank into the water.
"We don't have much ability. If we had that ability, let alone 200,000 dans of grain, even if we hold 10,000 or 20,000 dans in our arms, we would not have to worry about food and drink in the next life."
Xu Ling smiled awkwardly and couldn't agree.
Behind these bland news are countless displaced people, and many parents who endured the pain of selling their children to sell their daughters. In such cold weather, it is still unknown where they will go.
Sun Baoyao quickly bypassed this heavy topic and talked about another thing that was closer to them.
Years ago, Lingbao Town was plundered by river bandits, and the county magistrate was killed. Now there are candidates for the new magistrate county. In addition, the superiors also sent a propaganda envoy to lead people to suppress the bandits. It just happened that heavy snow blocked the river. Then there was no fuss.
Xu Ling hurriedly asked Xuanfu what his position was and how many soldiers he commanded.
Sun Baoyao told him about the secrets. The name of the Xuanfu envoy was Wei Wuxia. His main task was to inspect post-war areas and flood- and drought-stricken areas. He could also command troops and mobilize troops. It was a big official position.
Xu Ling thought of the scalded man and thought to himself, "What a good guy, this guy has just started to rebel, and he is going to die miserably?"
With his half-assed skills, how could he deal with this so-called Xuanfu envoy with a group of subordinates who looked extremely pushy?
Thinking that the Xuanfu envoy was named Wei, Xu Ling quickly thought of his relationship with the Wei family in Lingbao Town.
After a brief mention, Sun Baoyao also said: "This is somewhat possible. They are both surnamed Wei. Besides, the situation here is not serious enough to require the Xuanfu envoy to come. I heard that only a few hundred soldiers will be mobilized. I think it should be Are you going to other places, passing by us on the way, and stopping for a while?"
This was also a guess, and Xu Ling breathed a sigh of relief.
He drank tea and meditated, feeling complicated. Xu Ling neither wanted to help Scald Man commit a robbery, nor did he want to watch him lose.
It's not like there was any deep brotherhood in prison, he just thought this was an opportunity for him.
Now that the storm is coming, Xu Ling is confused about the future.
Did the Yong Dynasty fall or is it still standing? In the original book, Zhao Zhen finally became the chief assistant. Could it be that he helped the building collapse?
But in order to understand the future, Xu Ling also had a few conversations with Zhao Zhen, but he didn't see anything special about this boy. Is it possible that he could really read in this troubled dynasty where rituals and music have collapsed? A way out?
Sometimes he feels that the world is absurd, and sometimes it feels extremely real. To put it bluntly, he still doesn't feel safe.
If things really go in the worst direction, how can he protect his family?
Although the space that Xu Ling relies on is good, it has its pros and cons. He has great abilities but he needs to hide them. The core of making money is space, but he can only do this alone.
He was so exhausted that he couldn't do that many things.
Manpower, he needed manpower.
Xu Ling didn't want to work for the scalded man Bai. What if he could coax the scalded man to work for him?
He has the goods, and the Burnt Man has the ship. If the two of them cooperate, it will be beneficial to both parties.
But Xu Ling is willing to cooperate with the scalded man, but he is afraid that he still looks down on Xu Ling, but what if the scalded man is beaten to death?
The more Xu Ling thought about it, the more he felt that this was more feasible.
He needed to prevent the scalded man from being beaten to death by the rescuers invited by the Wei family, but he also couldn't let the scalded man win easily. He had to make him half-dead just right and think of him as the savior.
Xu Ling glanced at Sun Baoyao, who was drinking tea at the side.
Suddenly he said with emotion: "The troubled times are coming, Brother Sun, I'm afraid there will be more hard days in the future."
"Haha! Brother Xu, is it possible that you have been thinking about these things for a long time? In my opinion, you are thinking too much. The sky is high and the emperor is far away here, and there is no big movement. How can it hurt you and me no matter how hard it is?" "
Sun Baoyao was very satisfied. His ancestors had been able to have a stable job in the Yamen, and now he had a friend like Xu Ling, the God of Wealth. He had a good wife and concubines at home. The wind could not blow the snow, nor could the snow freeze, and even if the sky fell, they would not be able to hold him down. As for them, do they think so much?
Xu Ling looked serious, "Brother Sun, the fire at the city gate has affected the fish in the pond. Now we look relaxed, but the fire hasn't burned our place yet. In my opinion, the world will be in chaos sooner or later. Maybe you and I are already in troubled times, but not yet. obvious."
"If that day comes, where will you and I go?"
Sun Baoyao was a little moved by what he said, scratched his head and said: "Hey, is it that serious?"
"Maybe it's not that serious, but it's just that we should think more about ourselves and get more money to keep us safe."
"Yes! Brother Xu, you are right! I have the same idea as you, as long as you have money, everything will be fine!"
Xu Ling smiled slightly, lowered his head and took a sip of tea.
Sun Baoyao saw that his old god was there, rolled his eyes, and hurriedly came over and asked: "Brother Xu, if you have any good way to make money, you must help me."
"Brother Sun, you and I are worthy of each other. How could I forget you if such a good thing happened? It's just..."
"Just what?"
Xu Ling tapped his index finger on the teacup, hesitated for a moment, and then glanced around the room. The maid who had thrown the teapot was standing not far away.
Sun Baoyao understood and quickly scolded: "Go out and guard the door. Don't let anyone in!"
After the maid went out and closed the door, Sun Baoyao looked at Xu Ling and said, "Good brother, please tell me, is there any good way to make money?"
"Brother Sun, I have a way to make money, but I don't know if you dare."
Xu Ling stared deeply into Sun Baoyao's eyes and whispered, "Salt."
He got some coarse salt in Yazhou, and if he wanted to get more, he would naturally have his own way.
Just how to sell it has become a problem.
If Sun Baoyao is willing to cooperate with him and he produces salt, at least part of the sales risk can be passed on.
Sun Baoyao's eyes lit up, "Do you have a way to get it?"
"Brother Sun, do you dare?"
Sun Baoyao stood up hesitantly, walked around the hall twice, walked up to Xu Ling, and said firmly: "Dare!"
"Okay!" Xu Ling sighed with his palms raised, stood up and cupped his hands and said, "With Brother Sun's words, I can rest assured!"
"Hey, Brother Xu, as early as the first time we met, I felt extremely friendly. If my biological father hadn't died early, I really wanted to go back and ask, but I left a biological brother outside!"
Xu Lingsuan's scalp was numb, but he still had to bite the bullet and said with tears of gratitude: "How can I say this?"
"Good brother, if you don't mind, why don't you and I become sworn brothers like Liu Guan and Zhang?"
Xu Ling thought quickly in his mind and agreed without hesitation.
"Okay, of course I am willing!"
