He fell asleep naturally again. When he opened his eyes, he saw Xiao Cui standing beside the bed. He was startled, "Xiao Cui, what are you doing?"
"Master, of course I am here to serve you."
Since Xiaocui became a female pigherder and changed her household registration, her personality has become more cheerful, her courage has become much greater, and she has become more and more agile. Kong Fang rolled over and got out of bed. He had never been used to being served by others, even though Xiaocui was a pretty girl and very pretty.
Xiao Cui said half seriously and half coquettishly: "Master, just let me serve you for once. I can do it. I can take care of our little sow well. She really likes me."
Well……
Kong Fang suddenly discovered that Xiaocui and Ximen Feixue were in the same group.
"Xiao Cui, why do you want to come back today? Is there something going on at the pig farm?"
Xiaocui shook his head, "The pig farm is fine. I just want to see the master. I heard there that you are doing a lot of things, such as going up to the mountains to fight bandits, making cement, building roads, etc."
"I've heard a lot, and I just want to come back and see the master."
"Silly boy." Kong Fang touched Xiaocui's hair.
Xiao Cui lowered her head shyly, "Master, Xiao Cui is no longer a child."
Well, it's true that he's not a child anymore.
Kong Fang's gaze swept across them. Although the speed was fast, there were countless small hooks.
Xiaocui's face instantly turned red, she bit her lip and whispered, "Master, please don't look at people like this. If you let the madam find out, she will beat you."
Kong Fang did not restrain himself when he heard this, but instead showed a lewd smile on his face. Is it possible to hide it from the eyes and ears of the madam, and Xiaocui let the master see it like this?
Little Cui'er turned red, and she quickly pulled away. If she didn't leave, she was worried that her soul would be taken away by the master's eyes. When she ran out the door, she suddenly turned around again.
"Master, there are two gentlemen named Wu who have been waiting for you for almost an hour. You should go and meet them quickly."
Kong Fang slapped his forehead and forgot about the important matter.
Speaking of Wusong, after bringing Kong Fang's words back to his father yesterday, Wushuo became uneasy and even couldn't sleep all night. Because he couldn't guess Kong Fang's purpose.
Kong Fang used a clever plan to help the Wu family solve the case. It has been said since ancient times: "Yamen is open in eight directions, so don't come in if you have reason but no money." His family has been a salt merchant for generations and has had many dealings with the officialdom. Naturally, he is well aware of the dirty nature of being an official.
However, Kong Fang refused to accept the five hundred taels of silver note on the spot and made some nice words. He seemed different from other officials.
He seemed to care more about fame, so in order to cater to him, he immediately mobilized the Wu family's children to go to the construction site, and even sent out military escorts.
He thought he had the pulse of the magistrate, but what Wu Sang brought back yesterday evening made him panic again.
He was not afraid of Kong Fang ripping him off, but he was afraid that he would have too much appetite. The salt merchant has always been a fat man. In order to keep it from falling into the mouths of others, the Wu family has been walking on thin ice for generations.
Although Kong Zhixian is young, his intelligence and quick thinking are definitely not comparable to those of Zhu Dachang. This kind of officials are the most terrifying. They often kill without blood.
After staying up all night, I could only comfort myself with a nonsense sentence: It is a blessing, not a disaster, and it is a disaster that cannot be avoided.
He took five thousand taels of silver notes and came to the county government office early. He hoped that his sincerity and the silver notes would allow the Wu family to avoid disaster. In fact, he was mentally prepared. As long as the Wu family could bear it, he would agree to any conditions from Kong Fang.
The father and son waited for an hour, but the magistrate never showed up. Even Wu Sang, who had once blamed his father for being unreasonable, began to feel uneasy.
The father and son couldn't sit or stand in the living room. There was a sense of sadness in their hearts that they were about to be slaughtered.
Kong Fang didn't know the worries of Wu and his son. After washing, he hurried to the living room.
"I'm sorry for keeping Boss Wu waiting for so long, I'm sorry..." As soon as he entered the door, he took the initiative to express his apology with his hands bowed, and his sincere attitude was not hypocritical at all.
The Wu family father and son hurriedly stood up to greet him.
All kinds of rainbow farts were sprayed on Kong Fang like they were free of charge, making him covered in glory. Not to be outdone, Kong Fang also picked up nice things to say.
The two parties exchanged business information, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious, as if they were friends they had not seen for many years. Then Kong Fang invited the father and son to sit down.
He took out a small cloth bag and handed it to Wu and his son.
"You two, look what this is?"
The father and son looked over and saw something as white as snow in the bag. The father and son were confused. Why did the adults give them a bag of snow?
But they were even more confused about how the adults had preserved the snow since the first snow this winter had already melted.
Wu Sang touched the bag and whispered: "Father, the snow is not cold."
The warrior heard the words and reached out to touch it. As expected, it was not as cold as Dongxue. "Sir, what kind of treasure is this?"
Sure enough, with age, the samurai guessed that this thing was extraordinary.
Kong Fang smiled and said, "Try it."
The samurai hesitated more and more. The origin of this thing was unknown. Even if it was a treasure, it couldn't be put directly into his mouth, right? After all, Wusong was young and didn't think as much as his father. He picked up a little bit with his hand and licked it with the tip of his tongue...
His eyes suddenly widened with shock.
"Father, this is salt!"
Is it salt? !
The closer the samurai gets, the harder he gets. I have been playing with salt all my life, don’t I know what salt looks like? If they are salt, what are we selling?
"Father, it's really salt!"
Wu Sang twisted some more salt and put it in his mouth. After trying it, he became more convinced that the stuff in the bag was not snow, but salt. The more the warrior heard his son's words, he began to try it himself with hesitation.
He imitated Wusong's gesture and put a little salt on the tip of his tongue.
He was equally shocked when the salts touched his tongue. They were indeed salts. Not only is it as white as snow, it also doesn’t have the bitter taste of coarse salt.
They almost overturned his knowledge for most of his life.
He had never seen salt so white, fine, and pure. A salt merchant from the Wu family for generations, he suddenly discovered that the salt sold by the Wu family for generations was not salt at all.
"Sir, where did you get this salt?"
His voice trembled, showing how excited he was. This salt is a treasure in the world. The important thing is that he vaguely guessed the purpose of the magistrate's summons.
Kong Fang still smiled but did not answer.
The samurai, who was more of an old fox in the shopping mall, instantly realized that he had asked a question he shouldn't have asked, and he apologized.
Kong Fang waved his hands to show that he was not defensive.
"Lao Wu, you are a businessman, and businessmen make money. Although I am the magistrate of Qinghe County, the Fang family is not only a landlord, but also engaged in business, so our natures are the same."
"Let me tell you bluntly, my salt does not come from any salt mine, but I use some mysterious technology to refine it from coarse salt.
If I want to produce fine salt in large quantities, the first condition is that I must have enough coarse salt; at the same time, if I produce fine salt in large quantities, I must sell it in order to get back the money.
Unfortunately, both of these are my shortcomings. I heard that the Wu family has been a salt merchant for generations, so you must have your own mature sources and sales channels for coarse salt..."
