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On the rarely-traveled mountain path, a group of people were marching with their heads of scorching sun, leading mules and horses. These were a group of strong and strong men dressed in short brown, with straw sandals on their feet and straw hats on their heads. Under the rolled-up sleeves were strong arms.

While rushing to the road, the group of people looked left and right from time to time, with their vigilance in their expressions. On the backs of mules and donkeys, in addition to straw-woven straw bags, there were also swords and guns hidden.

"Shopkeeper Meng, let's take a break. It's too hot. I'll wait under the tree to escape the noon sun before leaving." A big man with a bearded face said to a strong man with a tiger back and a bear waist in front of him. The strong man was more than seven feet tall, with a tiger back and a bear waist, ape-armed leopard head, but he was wearing a green silk round-necked robe, a leather belt around his waist, and a hard-footed shiny head on his head. He dressed as a scholar. He always felt like he was wearing a monkey and a crown at first sight.

The shopkeeper Meng looked up at the big fireball that was shining in the sky, reached out to wipe the sweat from his neck, and slapped the palm like a big palm fan in front of his face.

"Then let's take a rest for half an hour. We have already made an appointment with the turtle to deliver the goods in Wudang Mountain tomorrow. We can't make a fuss."

The turtle is not a turtle turtle, and the turtle is not a swear word. The turtle that Manager Meng mentioned refers to a person with the surname Wang and the eighth family. This person is also an old acquaintance with Manager Meng. The turtle is originally named Wang Jian, and he is from Xuzhou, Zhongwu Army, Henan. When he was young, he was a scoundrel and made a career in slaughtering cattle and donkeys. Sometimes he also did the work of stealing chickens and dogs and donkeys. The village hated him, and because he ranked eighth in his family, he called it the "Thief Talent". Later, the village could not make any progress, so he simply took the risk and joined the private salt trader, which had the highest profit and the most dangerous profit in the late Tang Dynasty.

Wang Jian, who is now 27 years old, has left his hometown Xuzhou for many years and has now become the leader of a Salt Gang in Junzhou, Dongdao, Shandong Province.

Manager Meng was also a private salt dealer. In his early years, he sold private salt with Wang Jian. Later, Wang Jian was caught by the government. At that time, according to the government regulations, he sold private salt for more than one bucket and had a cart and donkey. Those who could catch salt were rewarded with a thousand coins. The military inspector used a judge, and the provincial government used a department to record the military to investigate private salt, and leaked more than one stone of materials. Those who sold two pools of salt were the owners of the houses of the market, and all the mercenaries were talking about sitting; one bucket of slaughtered soil, which was hike one bucket of salt. One hike was one hike. The private salt was made and sold to one stone, and they could be executed!

When Wang Jian was arrested, he was arrested with his private salt. The seized private salt included a total of ten trucks and more than a dozen stones of salt, which was enough to be executed. It was Meng Kai who found an uncle he worked in the yamen, and finally paid for a death row to kill him. After coming out, Wang Jian left a foreign land and finally arrived in Junzhou.

"Shopkeeper, Wang Jian has a bad reputation, and he calls him a thief. Many brothers on the road say that Wang Jian is not particular. He used to be familiar with his brothers, but he would suffer losses when he did business with him. Last time, Zhang Zhang from Chenzhou and others made a business with the turtle. They agreed to have a deal with Zumo, but in the end they received all the short mo. One hundred stones of private salt, one stone, one hundred coins of money, and one hundred coins of payment for the goods. In the end, Zhang Zhang received only the only one in the end.

More than seventy cents, and the money is not Kaiyuan Tongbao, it is all white money cast in Lingnan. In fact, it is only 60 cents of Kaiyuan Tongbao. Damn, Zhang Jianguan was cheated to death. He wanted to turn against him at that time, but the turtle relied on the large number of people, injured Zhang Jianguan and the others. For such people, we should not do business with him!" The strong man next to him persuaded, telling out some bad things about the turtle he heard.

Manager Meng sighed, feeling helpless. He naturally heard of the bad reputation of the man, Tung Ba. However, there is no way to deal with him at present. The profit of selling private salt is indeed very high, but now there is a severe drought for several consecutive years, followed by a locust plague, and then the local government of the court urged the two taxes, so that many people broke their families and became refugees and fled to famine everywhere.

This time, he took dozens of brothers to Jie County, Hedong, north of the Yellow River, and stole a hundred stones of salt from Jiechi salt pond in Jiexian.

Originally they thought that the court had raised the salt price to 300 ci per bucket, and they sold it at half price of 150 ci per bucket, and they could always make a profit. But who would have thought that drought and locusts were one after another, thousands of miles of land, no smoke in the streets, and hunger in the wild, even private salt was not easy to sell!

They came all the way south and looked for opportunities to sell. Who would have thought that it was extremely bad: many villages were no longer inhabited, and the governments that could not collect the two taxes paid more attention to salt profit income and further strengthened the crackdown. As a result, they had a higher chance of encountering salt-killing yamen runners along the way than meeting salt-buying customers, and this business was really impossible to do!

Until now, 100 stones of salt have not been sold much, otherwise he would not have thought of going to Junzhou to trade with Toba.

In fact, he was unwilling to do business with the turtle. A few days ago, the turtle sent someone to contact him, saying that he was willing to eat his batch of salt, but he had to give some discounts on the current price. One hundred stones of salt, the turtle was only willing to be outstanding for 80 stagnant coins. Manager Meng thought about it several times, but there was no other good idea. The salt left in his hands was not to be eaten and worn, and there was also great risk. In the end, he had to decide to sell it to the turtle.

Although he stopped to rest for the time being, Manager Meng was also an old man. He ordered two friends to go and inquire and wait to prevent the salt dirt from appearing suddenly.

Now not only the court has made the price of salt very high, but even the vassal states and prefectures in various places have strengthened the private collection. The governor specially sent judges to inspect private salt, and prefectures and counties also sent prefectures to participate in military counties to be responsible for the official in charge of private examinations. The main salt pricks were set up in various places, and salt pricks were also inspected from time to time. Because these salt pricks often fought with salt pricks, they were even stronger than the official soldiers of the vassal states.

When the salt vendor and Yan Ding meet, it will be a situation that will never stop.

There were fifty people around Manager Meng. Although they were all desperate people who were licking blood from the knife, he was unwilling to meet those even more desperate salt dicks.

He led the mule and donkey into the woods, and the guys took off the salt buns from the pack, and some guys led the donkey and mule to drink water and feed the fodder. Manager Meng and others also leaned on the trees to take the water and drink it, and took out the sesame biscuits to fill their stomachs.

"Even if we sell the salt to the turtle this time, we will lose money." Meng Yang, the assistant of Manager Meng, muttered, while chewing the cakes in his mouth. "Shopkeeper Zhang, last time, I heard from Manager Zhang of Chenzhou that the batch of salt produced in Dengzhou is said to be not cooked like sea salt such as Huai salt, but dry. Moreover, the salt is white, large in size and dry. It is said that it is much better than Huai salt. Even if it is used to remove salt, well salt is not as good as the green salt in the northwest. And I heard that the salt yield is extremely large. Each dou of salt in Dengzhou is only sold for fifty cents, and even if it is bought by salt vendors from other places, it only costs eighty cents a dou."

Manager Meng smiled, "I also know about this. It is said that they were digging salt fields to dry salt, and the specific ones are not clear. However, the salt production is indeed large. It is said that they were all made by Li Jing, the governor of Dengzhou, who was very popular recently. I heard that they had sent more than 300,000 stones of salt to the emperor of Chang'an. The eunuch Tian Lingzi sold a high price of 500 cents per bucket of salt. It was higher than the bargaining price of green salt, but I heard that the salt was indeed better. It was no worse than green salt. Now the dignitaries and nobles in the capital use Dengzhou salt."

Meng Yang's eyes lit up, "Shopkeeper, let's sell this batch of salt and go to Dengzhou to sell it. This salt will definitely make a profit than selling it at the shattering pond. Dou salt is 80 cents, and a stone of salt is only 800 cents. If Tian Lingzi can sell Dou salt for 500 cents, then we can make a lot of money by selling it for 200 cents."

"Dengzhou salt dot is 80 min. It is a small dot. There are twenty-one small dots per stone. In fact, one stone is at least half a coin. However, if you can really buy it, you will still make a profit. But you may not have heard of it. As early as when Dengzhou first produced salt, Shang Junchang of the Puzhou Salt Gang went to Dengzhou to find Li Jing to buy salt, but Li Jing directly tied it to the government. Finally, he was taken to Puzhou for questioning. It was Wang Xianzhi who led people to rob the court and rescued him. Li Jing did not seem to be an ordinary official, but I am afraid that the business will be difficult to do."

As he was talking, he saw a guy who was going to watch and came back, and there was a person behind him.

As soon as the man saw Manager Meng, he immediately shouted: "It's Manager Meng. Come with me quickly. I'm afraid it's too late."

"Ah, who are you?" Manager Meng and Meng Yang were both wary, and their hands had already been picked up on the hilt of the knife.

"Oh, forgot to report to your family, and I'm in Lin Yan, Mr. Huang Liu's nephew of Caozhou."

When he heard that it was Mr. Huang Liu's nephew, Manager Meng immediately relaxed his vigilance. Mr. Huang Liu, like Wu Ba, was also a salt dealer on the road. Wu Ba was the boss of the Salt Gang in Junzhou. Manager Meng is now the boss of the Salt Gang in Xuzhou. The ones he mentioned earlier, Shang Junchang and Wang Xianzhi were the leader of the Salt Gang in Puzhou. Mr. Huang Liu was the boss of the Salt Gang in Caozhou. Because he ranked sixth in his family and was a scholar who participated in the imperial examination, he was respectfully called Mr. Huang Liu in the Taoist temple, referring to Huang Chao in Caozhou.

Although they are both leaders of the Salt Gang, Wang Xianzhi and Mr. Huang Liu are the largest salt dealers in Shandong. They have many brothers under their command, far from being able to compete with Manager Meng and Wu Ba.

"It turns out that he is Mr. Huang Liu's nephew. I wonder what's going on here?"

Although he was from the Taoist people, Manager Meng was still a little wary of Lin Yan. First, he had never seen Lin Yan before, and second, he had heard on the way that Mr. Huang Liu and Wang Xianzhi had rebelled against the Tang Dynasty, and they had successively captured Changyuan County and Yinju County, and now they have seized Caozhou City. Although his private salt was a business of losing his head, it was better than rebellion. Rebellion was a serious crime to kill the nine clans.

"Don't Manager Meng know yet? The turtle turned against him and joined the government with his men. Now he has become an officer in the Zhongwu army and is catching other salt-trafficking brothers in the forefront!"

"What's going on?" Manager Meng was shocked.

After listening to Lin Yan's explanation, he understood what happened. It turned out that the turtle had a conflict with a salt gang in Junzhou and Fangzhou. The two sides fought for territory. As a result, the turtle won a few games first, but was proud of it and was hired by the people from Fangzhou to attack the turtle. The turtle was defeated and fled back to Xuzhou with his remaining brothers at a loss. Finally, he gritted his teeth and threw himself into the Zhongwu Army in Xuzhou, wrapped in a yellow turtle, and now he has become a team leader of the Yellow Head Army. In order to be promoted, he is now leading the salt gang to capture the brothers on the road, who are now taking people everywhere to make a letter of fame.

"Meng Jianguan's wife doesn't know yet. The first thing the turtle did to join the Zhongwu Army was to capture all the brothers on Xuzhou Road. Mr. Meng's family and clan members were also arrested by him. Fortunately, after hearing this, my uncle immediately sent me to Xuzhou, spent some money, and secretly rescued Mrs. Meng and several young masters Meng Xiaozi. The rest of the brothers were supposed to rescue them, but the turtle found out that the rest of the people were killed by the thief." Lin Yan said in a low voice.

After hearing this, Manager Meng was already angry. He drew his sword and cut off a branch as thick as an arm, and said hatefully: "This damn thief! When he was in Xuzhou, he was imprisoned in the death row of the government. It was my distant uncle who saved him and released him. It would be fine if he wanted to change his career to eat at the official meal today, but he actually took me Meng Kai as a stepping stone. It was so unrighteous! I swear to be incompatible with him and I will cut off his dog head and avenge my tribe and brothers."

"That's right, I'm not in line with the thief!" Meng Kai's brothers also yelled with red eyes and gritted teeth. They already knew that except for Meng Kai's wife and children, the rest of the family probably had no more.

"That's right," Huang Chao's nephew Lin Yan echoed, "Salt is not easy to sell now, let's change your life. The leader of the Wang Da Gang in Puzhou and my uncle are pulling up the poles and working with the government!"

"I heard from others that this is not bad, but..."

"Didn't Manager Meng hear that folk prophecy?" Lin Yan suddenly looked mysterious and lowered his voice.

"What?"

"The golden toad fights for his eyes and turns the world back to Caozhou!"

At this point, Xuzhou no longer has his territory. Moreover, now his family is in Huang Chao's hands, Meng Kai knew that he had no other choice now.

"Rebel!" Meng Kai gritted his teeth and made a difficult decision. Since the officials forced the people to rebel, they had to rebel. If he did not join the Cao Army, how could he fight against the thief who had already joined the official army?

"Reverse! Reverse! Reverse!" dozens of other salt dealers also shouted. They were originally a group of desperate people, but now their families are gone again. Who in the world can stop these violent people?
Chapter completed!