Yang Lin didn't notice Pan Nian's complicated expression at all. He exchanged greetings with Pan Nian for a while and asked carefully: "Mr. Pan, when can I come to pick salt?"

This winter is coming, and the New Year is approaching. He really wants to quickly spend the salt and transport it to Huguang and hand it over to the shopkeepers there for sale, and then he can go home for the New Year.

He hasn't been home for a long time for the New Year. His son has grown up, won the top scorer, and even got married. However, as a father, he has not fulfilled his responsibilities. He feels quite guilty, so he thought, why would he have to go back to his home in Beijing this year and have a lively reunion year with his son and daughter-in-law.

Pan Nian did not answer his question, but asked, "Have you brought all four thousand salts?"

Yang Lin nodded quickly and said, "I have brought them all, I have brought them all."

These four thousand salt entries are not a little bit. It’s so big that he naturally cannot bring them with him. He will only take them when he starts to exchange them.

Pan Nian seemed to hesitate for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, I'll send someone to report to Master Tiju. You can wait for two days first and have a rest. When Master Tiju is approved, I will send someone to notify you."

Yang Lin did not notice anything wrong, because it was like this in previous years. Pan Nian had to hand over the silver first before adding salt, which was also the rule.

He exchanged greetings with Pan Nian for a while, and then took Li Jianjiang and Li Jianlin brothers back to the camp.

Unexpectedly, after three or four days, Pan Nian had not sent anyone to inform him to pick salt.

This is a bit abnormal. It usually takes about three days to pull salt. Why did it take so long this time?

He couldn't help but go to visit Pan Nian again. Pan Nian didn't say anything, but just told him that the Lord Tsing hadn't spoken yet, asking him to wait patiently.

After three or four days of waiting, Pan Nian still didn't come to inform him to pull salt. Now Yang Lin couldn't sit still. If he dragged on like this, he would probably not be able to go back to the capital to celebrate the New Year with his son.

He couldn't help but take Li Jianjiang and Li Jianlin brothers to the courtyard where Pan Nian lives again.

Pan Nian was still as enthusiastic as ever. Not only did he run to the gate to greet him, but he also kept greeting him, which was extremely enthusiastic.

However, when Yang Lin asked about the question of exchange for salt, he hesitated and said to him.

This guy is too greedy.

Yang Lin also expected that he even brought the money. He asked Li Jianjiang to send a bag of silver into the study and put it in front of Pan Nian. Then he asked carefully: "Mr. Pan, do you know when this salt will be released?"

Pan Nian knew when he saw the bag of silver, at least one hundred taels. He shamelessly took the package, then shook his head and sighed: "Brother Yang Lin, it's not that I want to make things difficult for you, I really won't let go of the lord."

I was so fainted that the hundred taels of silver seemed to have been given for nothing.

Yang Lin asked carefully: "I have done this according to the rules. Is there any problem with the sir?" Computer::/

Pan Nian continued to shake his head and sighed: "It seems that it is not a question of the lord. I heard that there was a problem in Shanxi. The salt transport envoy has sent someone to Shanxi to confirm. I am afraid it will take a few months to go back and forth, and I can't do anything about it."

When Yang Lin heard this, he couldn't help but frown.

What's wrong with Shanxi? You just need to exchange salt ingredients. As long as the salt ingredient is not fake, what does it have to do with you?

He had already heard something, it seemed that the salt transporter was trying to deliberately punish him.

This delay lasted for a month. It was almost the New Year when he transported the salt to Huguang. Moreover, he was busier after the New Year. More than 60,000 salt was needed to be exchanged, so he did not have time to go to the capital.

What the hell are these people doing?

Don’t they know that their son is the top scholar?

Didn’t they know that their son married the daughters of the Lu family and the Zhang family?

Don’t they know that their son has the support of the Yangming lineage?

Since these talented people know that their son is the top scholar, they must know all these things!

Since they all know that it is not easy to do so.

Yang Lin was too lazy to ask Pan Nian. He must not know the specific situation of this kind of small character. He exchanged a few greetings with Pan Nian and then said goodbye and returned to the camp.

At this time, he had to send someone to notify his son because he couldn't wait and could not go back to the capital to spend the New Year with his son. The key was that more than 60,000 salt intake next year would be a month. What a huge loss would it be if it drags on for a month? What a huge loss would it be if it drags on forever.

If these people continue to play like this, they will be killed by playing it. More than 60,000 salt will be attracted, and the initial investment will be nearly one million taels. If you can't get salt at that time, the consequences will be unimaginable.

After returning to the camp, he wrote a letter in person, carefully wrote the situation here and his guesses, and then asked Li Jianjiang to take people to the capital day and night.

So, what do these people mean?

At this time, in a private room in Zuixianlou, Yangzhou City, two middle-aged men were raising their glasses of wine and having a cordial conversation.

The middle-aged man who gained a little weight seemed to be in a bad mood. Facing the table full of wine and food, he seemed to be unable to raise his appetite. He only raised his glass and drank a sip when another fat middle-aged man toasted, but he did not move the chopsticks a few times.

Seeing this, the fat and powerful middle-aged man quickly picked up a piece of chicken with crisp bones and respectfully put it into his bowl, then smiled and said with apologies: "What's wrong, Lord Wang, are you still worried?"

This fat and powerful middle-aged man is the master of the throne mentioned by Pan Nian. Huaibei Salt Class Yu Zhong, and this slightly fat middle-aged man is Wang Hua, who transports salt and salt from both Huai.

Both Huaihe Salt Transportation Instructors were senior officials of the third rank, and they held the power of the Lianghuai Salt Administration. They could be said to be a fat position, and they could collect hundreds of thousands of taels of silver every year if they lay there.

And the Huaibei Salt Class Tingju Yu Zhong must have come to give him money. Why is he worried and not happy at all?

It's very simple, because he is worried about his official position and his future.

He was a Jinshi in the Xinsi year of Zhengde and was a close confidant of Zhang Cong. The position of the salt transport envoy was also promoted to him by Zhang Cong. Zhang Cong is now dead, and he is equivalent to losing his backer. Naturally, someone has been eyeing this position, and this year is the year of the Beijing Chase, and his position is in danger.

At this time, he had no choice but to save himself and switch to other camps, and perhaps he could still maintain his position.

After thinking about it, he decided to join the prestigious Xia Yan Party, because Yan Song, a veteran of Xia Yan Party, had great influence in both the north and south of Beijing, and this was Yan Song's party's followers.

Unfortunately, it is not that easy to switch to the camp. It is not easy for someone like him to fight against Xia Yan's party, so Yan Song asked him to hold back the new top scorer Yang Cong's father Yang Lin as a lieutenant!
Chapter completed!