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Four or five miles west of the Xuejia Qianhu House, there is a place called Wopang Village. There are dozens of families living here, all refugees who escaped from famine in Henan a few years ago. They found a place to stay nearby because the land here is barren and the garrison is too lazy to pay attention to it.

These Henan victims took root here, but they could only barely maintain food and clothing. No matter how small the place was, the people living there were all divided into good or bad. The bad people in the village were named Wang, and ranked seventh, and everyone called him Wang Qi.

This bad guy is usually more courageous. People in the village rely on the sea to eat, and they all boil the sea and boil salt to sell it to the nearby Lingshan Salt Farm. Later, because Li Meng collected salt, they were all sold to Li Meng. After all, they could make half a dollar more money. However, Wang Qi, who was wandering around recently, found that if he sold salt to Fengmeng Town, he could make more money. Relying on his brute force, he concentrated all the salt in the village.

He also set up a chicken bus to push it to Fengmeng Town. He was lucky. He went there twice but didn't meet salt Ding. He made more money. However, Wang Qi did not give the money he made to the villagers. Instead, he gathered two other people with similar character to him and forced the villagers to give them salt.

Each of the three scoundrels had a hatchet and a wooden stick. If any villagers were unwilling to be beaten, they would be timid and afraid of trouble. Moreover, the places where the disaster victims lived were not under the jurisdiction of the government, and they were afraid that after calling the official, the matter would not be resolved, but instead caused trouble to themselves. Everyone could only swallow their anger and let them have fish and meat. Wang Qi was proud.

When the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, he raised three more loads of salt and pulled three villagers to push the cart. He and his companions followed him, thinking that this time he would find a local prostitute in Fengmeng Town and spend the fifteenth of August.

The three villagers in front were pushing the wheelbarrow with a sad face, and Wang Qisan was biting the grass roots behind him, holding wooden sticks or hatches, humming a small song. They were preparing to rob him of a single traveler and run away when they saw the salt dick. Anyway, the unlucky one was the villagers who pushed the salt, so this was not done once.

As a result, it was only three miles away this time. Before we could get on the main road, five men holding bamboo poles suddenly appeared in front of us. As soon as these people came out, they scared Wang Qi and the others. When they saw that the clothes in front of us were also wearing poor people, their courage immediately became stronger.

Seeing that the five people blocking the road were someone who knew him. It should be the one with a hundred families west of the Xue Qianhu House. Looking at the bamboo pole in the other party's hand, Wang Qi weighed the big hatchet in his hand, walked to the front with his companions in a qi and spoke:

"Damn it, you're blind, my knife..."

The people holding the bamboo pole didn't say much. Five people gathered together and rushed over. The guy who was less than two feet tall was heavy and difficult to wave. Before he could lift it up, he had already poked several holes by the tip of the bamboo pole. The two beside him had not yet taken action. Seeing this scene, they were so scared that they threw the hatchet and knelt on the ground.

The villagers who were pushing the cart collapsed and thought to themselves. Unexpectedly, the few people took away the hatchet and beat the remaining two rogues with bamboo poles. When they were almost unable to move, only one of the people holding the bamboo poles stood up and said:

"Wang Qi has done many evil things and has dealt with the villagers first. Don't sell this salt outside. What should I do when I encounter a salt dog on the way? I'll send it to the west village of the Qianhusuo of Xuejia. Four cents of silver per lever, and I'll give the cash without any ambiguity!"

After saying that, he called out to the man to kick the two scoundrels and shouted coldly:

"If you harm the villagers, this Wang Qi is a role model. Don't pretend to be dead there. Get up and carry the body up and throw it into the sea!"

When the villagers who were pushing the carts recovered and went back to talk to the people in the village, they were happy that Wang Qi was killed, so they didn't have to suffer any harm. Then they were a little scared. The killing method was not a joke. They thought that if they gave four cents of silver, they should send it to the west village. The people there were still kind.

From the fifth day of August to the twenty-year-old, single-handed households around the Xuejia Qianhu Station received similar warnings. Those who do evil things are directly stabbed to death by bamboo poles. Those who cook sea and salt together receive warnings and can only be sold to the west village of Xuejia Qianhu Station, four cents of silver per duct.

This price is nearly two cents of silver higher than the purchase price of the salt farm. Moreover, copper coins and cash silver are available for you to choose from, and you will never default or deduct it. You can make more money when transported to Fengmeng Town, but the risk is also high.

Moreover, the people who were stabbed to death by the bamboo pole were in front of me. The other party was not a joke. The honest villagers chose the safest way to make some hard money.

There were not Ming Shunmin, who wanted to report to officials or look for salt dicks. They often had their house burned down after they left their homes, or they were beaten up halfway. Anyway, there were only a few roads to Fengmeng Town from Lingshan Guard to Fengmeng Town, so it was very easy to block people.

In fact, after the Mid-Autumn Festival, the yards of Li Meng and Zhao Neng's family began to be full again. Sea salt from each village was delivered here. Each village used simple methods to dry salt and boil salt, but the yield of salt was not high, but the sand accumulated into a tower, so it was impossible to hold back the delivery.

By September, Li Meng and the others had already sent salt to Fengmeng Town twice. Not only did the news spread between the households and the villages, but it was estimated that the news spread between the salt diners. On the small road from the Xue Family Qianhu to Fengmeng Town, nearly twenty salt diners went all the way back.

Although inspector Mou had no less than 200 salt genitals, these 200 were set up checkpoints everywhere in Jiaozhou, Gaomi, Jimo, Pingdu, Changyi and Weixian. The salt genitals under inspector Mou were divided into many gangs. Although Jiaozhou and Fengmeng Town have always had many salt genitals, the number of people was limited.

Before they knew it, twenty dead were dead, and the bodies could not be found. Those remaining salt dicks were a little smarter, all of whom were focused on buying low and selling private salt in the salt field to Fengmeng Town, and they dared not do more bans.

Some people say why don’t you report to the officials? These salt managers in the inspection department never took the yamen of the prefectures in various places in the past, and the same yamen runners and officials and constables would not meddle in other people’s business.
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