It doesn’t take long to walk out of the village to be where you practice salt poles on weekdays. Li Meng looked at the bamboo poles and wooden sticks placed aside and said with a smile:

"We don't need real weapons, you just choose something."

In order to facilitate practice, in addition to bamboo guns and bamboo poles, there are also some iron-added wooden knives and iron sticks, which are all used for practice. Ma Gang was very excited and checked the pile of things, took out a wooden knife, put it in his hand and waved it a few times. He put it in a sure position and said with a smile:

"Come on, my master... no, I still have the ability to do Ma Gang?"

Seeing Ma Gang's posture, Li Meng was a little disappointed. When chatting with these people in the village, he knew that the weapons used by the Ming Dynasty's official army were mainly spears and assisted with swords and shields. Li Meng always wanted to see what the martial arts in the army looked like.

It's ridiculous. If you want to see a weapon and a martial arts in the military household of the garrison, you can't see it. There is a battalion of war soldiers in Jiaozhou, but Li Meng didn't want to go there and was careful and subtle. He thought that since Ma Gang had been a personal soldier in command and command, he was also an elite soldier and should understand some battle formation skills.

Who would have thought that looking at this look, it seems that it is also the so-called martial arts skills and martial arts style. In Fengmeng Town, there are often people like this, who set up stalls and sell their skills. Although they are good-looking, they are of no use at all.

Li Meng picked up a short wooden stick on the ground, about four feet long, held it in his hand, made a preparatory move before assassination, and said with a smile:

"Come straight!"

Ma Gang was young and energetic. He took a step forward and slashed the knife in his hand. Now he had some real skills. He was simple and straightforward. He just swung his sword in one stroke. After all, he was walking an arc in the air. It took a little more time. Even a little bit was a flaw in the moment.

Li Meng swung his arms and rushed forward. The short stick in Li Meng's hand was in a straight line, with the shortest distance. Ma Gang's knife had not yet been cut off. The short stick in Li Meng's hand had already poked his chest. Under the severe pain, he did not breathe. He fell to the ground immediately. Just as he was about to react, the front end of Li Meng's short stick was already on his throat, and he smiled:

"If you were on the battlefield, you would have explained it long ago!"

Li Meng ignored Ma Gang who fell to the ground in dejection and turned around and said to Zhao Neng:

"Practice him first in the salt-boiling team. You can't do anything. You're just a fool."

After not taking a few steps, he heard the Ma Gang shouting behind him:

"Brother Li, I must have trained it. Like Wang Hai and the others, I will be the salt rod of the salt transport team."

Li Meng let out a sigh of relief. He decided that he would go to Jiaozhou City to see it soon. In this military village, people's vision and ideas are a bit narrow, and the pattern is too small.

After the seventh day of the first lunar month of the sixth year of Chongzhen, the village of Qianhusuoxi, where no outsiders usually came, suddenly became lively. The first outsider was Zhang Butcher. He brought quite a lot of gifts and greeted Li Meng with a smile. It was one thing that Li Meng looked down on such a villain, but he still maintained basic politeness.

When he came to the door with a smile, he must have something to ask for. Sure enough, after a few words of politeness, the butcher said that he was willing to pay some money to Li Meng every month. The salt rod only needed people to go to the dice shop regularly to sway, indicating that this was an industry under Li Meng's name. His dice shop often made some salt rogues and cheated there, which was very troublesome. When he heard this, Ma Gang, who was practicing hard in Li Meng's yard, almost beat Zhang butcher out. However, no one expected that Li Meng thought about it and set a rule for Zhang butcher, so he agreed to the request.

Zhang Butcher left with great gratitude. In a day, the news spread. Li Meng was also shocked. Who knew that there were so many illegal activities in the Lingshan Guard. Not one of them set up a dice shop privately. Some brave people who trafficked tea also came here to report.

What's even more ridiculous is that there is actually a gambling house in Lingshan Salt Field, and two groups of people who sell private salt, asking Li Meng for protection. Lingshan Salt Field is an official industry, and it is so messy, or so messy inside, which is really beyond people's expectations.

Those who run casinos, tea dealers, small smugglers at sea, and official private salt dealers, etc., or those who do illegal business in Fengmeng Town and Lingshan Sanitary Institute seem to have found an organization overnight and come to seek protection from Li Meng.

Although Zhao Neng, Chen Liuzi, Wang Hai and others are also brave dealers who sell private salt, they look down on these messy illegal people from the bottom of their minds and don’t understand Li Meng’s thoughts. The salt barn currently has considerable monthly income, so why bother to care about this little money?

In addition to setting rules for several industries, Li Meng didn't charge much money, but he just had a requirement. If Salt Rodzi wanted to know any news, they must try their best to help inquire.

This requirement is nothing to everyone. By the time the Lantern Festival of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Li Meng's name of righteous and righteous heroes had spread throughout the southern half of Jiaozhou. Conversely, any news would be transmitted to Li Meng's ears as quickly as possible.

For Li Meng, who came from the information explosion society, this era was too closed. Li Meng knew the importance of information and quick and effective information, but the news from these illegal people was the most informative. To protect them and share their information was extremely important for the current fragile salt rod.

Although the first month is about to come out, the atmosphere of the New Year has not yet dissipated, especially near Jiaozhou City, which is relatively peaceful and economically friendly, Li Meng still appears on the Ximen official road in Jiaozhou City. He, Chen Liuzi, and Wang Hai are dressed as travelers, and each of them carries a big burden.

Chen Liuzi and Wang Hai rarely entered the city. They looked around happily, and Li Meng also looked around, but what he noticed were the beggars begging on the roadside, and some of them sat blankly with grass signs on their heads. These people were all thin and haggard, looking like hungry people.

What shocked Li Meng even more was that these people had no anger in their eyes, just like dead people. When they first came to this era, Li Meng was already shocked by the poor life of military households. However, now it seems that although the military households are poor, they are still pretty good compared to these people, at least they are still angry and happy.

With similar eyes, Li Meng only saw them in the eyes of African victims on modern TV, hopeless, despair, and murmur.

Chen Liuzi and Wang Hai seemed to have not noticed those people, and they were still walking forward with a smile. When Li Meng was a little surprised, he understood. They were already used to it, but Li Meng still asked:

"Where is this person?"
Chapter completed!