Only then did Hong Dashou realize that his two classes were really worthless, not to mention bluffing people, not even lackeys.

Two middle-aged men who also looked like businessmen on the side of the road came up to grab Hong Dashou and dragged him back.

"This little brother, don't stand out, you will always suffer in the end." One of them was afraid that Hong Dashou would catch up and try to distinguish, which might cost a lot of money.

The current situation, let alone the down-and-out Liangban, even those working in the fourth and fifth grades, and even the officials of the third-grade hall, do not dare to be tainted by Catholicism. With Hong Dashou looking like this, he certainly does not have a strong backing.

If you want to catch him, then don't try to show off your strength.

"But, but this!" Hong Dashou couldn't bear it when he looked at the people lying on the ground and shedding tears.

"Everyone is helping, can you help? Are you capable of helping?"

"Oh, it's all fate, you can't control it at all!"

The two merchants shook their heads and sighed. The passers-by who had been watching just now watched the officials leave. The people in this village had been plundered, and every bit of oil in their bones had been squeezed out. There would be no more in a short time.

Watched the show.

And this village in front of you? Under the desire to "live", most people will eventually join the local nobles and landlords and work as slaves and maids in order to earn a living. A small number of people may become strongmen and go up the mountain.

Build a stronghold and do business without capital.

The people in this village are bankrupt, and the county has lost dozens or even hundreds of good people. The tribute rice they should pay, the military insurance will fall on the remaining good people, and slowly and slowly

, there are no good households in this county.

The two merchants who dragged Hong Dashou away took Hong Dashou to a wild shop. There seemed to be a small village with several shops nearby. It was not on the tribute road, but on the commercial road from Hamgyong Road to Hanyang.

A small fork in the road.

The three of them sat down and ordered some soup and rice. Two middle-aged men introduced each other, one named Han Sanshi and the other Han Wushi, two brothers. They carried some Hanyang clothes, hair accessories, headbands, forehead scarves, and incense.

Small items such as powders and hairpin rings can be sold in Dingzhou.

Hong Dashou talked with them. The two brothers were from Jiashan County, which was not far from Tieshan County. So when the two heard the local accent, they were afraid that Hong Dashou would suffer, so they took action to drag Hong Dashou back.

"What is this little brother carrying? Where to sell it?" Han Sanshi estimated half a catty of turbid wine and entered the house.

"Ah, Ruyi Tianbao Pills are mainly used to treat typhoid and chilblains. I'm going to go to Yizhou. It's not necessarily possible. If Dingzhou can take action, that's fine."

"Chilblain medicine?" Han Wushi was obviously not interested. He must have heard about it in his more than ten years of business.

"Your load from Hanyang to Dingzhou will only double at most. If you can sell it for a hundred taels, it's pretty good. Why don't you pick some other things?"

Han Sanshi obviously felt very strange, just like we see people traveling all the way to sell Banlangen. This thing is difficult and does not make a lot of money. What is the purpose of this trip?

Hong Dashou naturally couldn't say that he failed in the imperial examination, and then he challenged the rules of the Beijing merchant group with extraordinary confidence. In the end, he was beaten to pieces by the iron fist of feudalism. He was desperate and had no other choice, so he sold Tianbao Pills.

"My little brother's profit is small, not to mention that without the talisman, I can't go to any market town."

Hong Dashou can only blame the guild monopoly system of the old society. Hong Dashou, who controls the market rights of many places in Ping'an Road, Hwanghae Province, has no Chuanfu at all. Then he can't openly act in the market.

Tianbao pills are sold in the market and can only be sold to pharmacies, or you can carry them around the streets for retail sales.

"Without the talisman from the Taiwan Business Group? That would be really difficult." The two of them seemed to have suffered from this exclusive market access system, and they felt the same way.

"If there is a chance, at the end of September this year, the He Zhengdan envoy from the imperial court to the Qing Dynasty will pass through Yizhou. At that time, many leaders of the Gulf Business Group would recruit temporary handymen. As long as they went to Yanjing, they could get them

The talisman of a businessman from Taiwan.”

Han Sanshi seemed to have experienced it before, so he was very determined and gave this method to fellow Hong Dashou without hesitation. [Note 1]

Although they were strangers before, after a few cups of yellow soup, they began to call each other brother and brother. They were like friends who had known each other for many years, and they put their arms around each other.

Hong Dashou drank some wine with them. He hadn't poured any water for another day and felt a little thirsty. So he went out and asked the store owner for a bowl of water.

Not to mention, the location of this wild shop is not bad. Many business travelers from Xianjing Road actually passed by this small village, and there was even a horse-drawn carriage parked in the yard.

No one went into the house to eat or drink, they just folded their legs on the wooden table in the yard and started devouring the food.

He lamented the rising price of rice, which in turn caused the price of everything to rise a lot, making it increasingly difficult to do business. Occasionally he also talked about the arrests of Catholics he had seen on the road, and secretly scolded corrupt officials.

That's it.

Unlike the surrounding villages, which are completely dilapidated and depressed, this small outdoor shop has a lively atmosphere around it, filled with the aroma of food and lively crowds.

It was very different from the numb people that Hong Dashou had seen before, who had been tortured by life. Although most people had a sad look on their brows, the vitality they exuded made people feel comfortable.

After draining the water, Hong Dashou was about to go back to the house to rest. There was a child, whose gender could not be identified. His hair was covered with stains, dirt, dust and grass blades. He was wearing tattered clothes in the cold weather, and the most terrifying thing was that he was barefoot.

, there were cracks one after another on his face, all showing traces of frostbite.

The child stretched out his hand, his eyes full of pleading. I don't know if he was hungry for a long time or something. His eyes looked yellow-green, which was a bit scary.

"Master, give me some rewards. Master, please reward me with some..."

While praying, the child coughed twice, thinking that he might have caught the cold, which was very pitiful.

Hong Dashou was very kind-hearted as a woman. He directly asked the store owner for a bowl of soup and rice, and handed it to the child with a wooden spoon.

The store owner didn't think anything was wrong. He also said that the child belonged to this village. All his family members were dead, so he was the only one left, one for the east family and one for the west family. But now everyone can't survive, and they don't know if they can survive.

this winter.

It was impossible for Hong Dashou to adopt such a child, and he might not even be able to support himself. He just took out another Changping Tongbao and asked the store to get a pair of straw sandals for the child.

The child who ate with a spoon was so happy when he heard that he could have a pair of straw sandals that he probably choked and coughed violently. But he had not yet swallowed the rice grains in his mouth and was reluctant to spit them out.

Holding the bowl and coughing, Hong Dashou could clearly see that the trace of red was blood!

[Note 1]: As a special note, there are eight Ping An Roads in North Korea called Kansai, and Hwanghae Road is called Haisei. These two roads are collectively called the Ryangsei region, and they have always been discriminated against by people from other places, resulting in these two roads.
Chapter completed!