Chapter 342 Why
The strong wind blew away the cumulus clouds, and the sun rose through the clouds.
Su Zhizhi threw the spear with force, and the silver spear drew an arc in the sunlight.
The moment Ning An saw Su Zhizhi throw the silver spear, she almost instinctively jumped up to catch the silver spear in the air.
It's her gun!
Ning An burst into laughter.
She held a spear in her hand, and her aura suddenly became fierce.
The men on the opposite side were also frightened when they saw a group of people rushing down on horseback, thinking that they were horse thieves.
The ugly girl with a scar on her face became even more ferocious after receiving the gun.
Seeing that the situation was not right, they wanted to grab Douzi and run away.
"Let you taste my silver spear!"
Ning An decisively drew his gun, and the gun was like a silver snake spitting out its tongue, directly knocking over a man, and then sweeping it across, hitting the waists of the other men.
Several people felt a pain in their waist, lost their balance, and fell heavily into the ground.
"Good!" Su Zhizhi cheered loudly.
Wu Yingniang was riding in front. Although she didn't say anything, there was a look of approval in her eyes.
The apprentice taught by the senior brother is good.
It is rare that my senior brother only learned 70% of the Wu family's Seven Wonders Spear from the master, but he was able to raise a disciple with such excellent spear skills and accuracy.
The horse under Su Zhizhi also rushed in front of Ning An.
She jumped off the horse and hugged Ning An excitedly.
“Zhizhi!”
"Ning An!"
The two people hugged each other so tightly that they almost strangled each other.
Douzi, who was standing next to him, was so stunned by the series of unexpected events that he even forgot to cry.
She paused for a moment, then swallowed her saliva and asked:
"Who are you?"
Not only Douzi but all the villagers in the village had doubts.
Su Zhizhi and his group rushed down on horseback with such momentum that all the villagers were shocked.
Especially when they saw Ning An fighting with a silver spear just now, they thought that their village had been scouted by thieves and they would be in trouble soon.
Just as they were about to escape, Wu Yingniang stood on her horse and took out some silver from the bag at her side:
"Please don't misunderstand me, we from Heishan Prefecture are here to buy salt from you."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's expression changed and their eyes drifted towards the salt inspector in the corner.
The salt inspector was also a little frightened and replied with a strong voice:
"How dare you come and buy illegal salt in broad daylight? Do you want to lose your heads?!"
Qiu Jinyu kicked and flew to the Salt Supervisor in the blink of an eye, knocking him on the head.
"Your brain isn't very bright, so you don't need it anymore."
The salt inspector quickly hugged his head, losing his usual dignity.
Ni Tianji went over and picked up the salt inspector:
"Please take us to see the Salt Pond Envoy. We need to go to the salt depot."
Qiu Jinyu said to Wu Yingniang, "Yingniang, leave the salt depot to us."
The villagers watched helplessly as Qiu Jinyu and Ni Tianji carried the salt inspector onto their horses and sped away.
Wu Yingniang smiled as kindly as possible at the villagers:
"I want to talk to you about buying salt."
Wu Yingniang and others went to the village chief's house.
Su Zhizhi and Ning An sent Douzi home together.
"Ning An, I didn't expect you to be here. The Qin family looked for you everywhere but couldn't find you." Su Zhizhi recounted her experiences along the way.
Ning An: "I came here by accident. Luckily I met Douzi who brought me back. Douzi was a great help."
Douzi blushed when he heard this:
"I, I didn't help..."
Douzi couldn't stop looking at Su Zhizhi and Ning An, feeling that they were like heavenly soldiers and generals descending from the sky.
She fiddled with two fingers and said, "You are all very capable. I don't know anything. I can't help much."
Su Zhizhi saw the salt pond by the lake from the door of the thatched cottage and said with admiration:
"The people in your village are also very capable. You can produce salt. Salt is a very important commodity. Without your salt production, no one would be able to eat."
Ning An asked, "Zhizhi, you just said you were here to buy salt. How much will you pay? These villagers work very hard to produce salt. Can you offer a little more than the government pays..."
Ning An never negotiated prices, nor did he beat around the bush.
Su Zhizhi understood what Ning An meant.
She grew up in Heifei Mountain and remembered that the villagers worked very hard.
However, in the entire Heishan Township, hard work is rewarded. Whether it is farming, hunting, making ink or tailoring clothes, everyone has gained something.
So their houses became stronger and stronger, and their roads became smoother and smoother.
Salt was a highly profitable business, and the salt it produced was readily available for sale. However, Su Zhizhi discovered that the salt farmers' village was so poor and simple, with the farmers wearing patched clothes.
She knew that if the villagers lived a prosperous life, even if they didn't care where they lived or what they wore, at least their rice jars at home would be full.
But when Su Zhizhi first entered the thatched hut, she noticed that there was only one rice jar in the house, a very small one.
Su Zhizhi asked Douzi, "How much does the government pay you for salt? How much does the private salt dealer pay you for salt?"
Douzi was still a little unfamiliar with Su Zhizhi and didn't dare to speak. After seeing Ning An's reassuring look, she said:
"The government buys salt for ten cents a bushel, but private salt dealers... I've never dared to sell it, but I've heard people say they charge twenty cents a bushel."
Su Zhizhi didn't know much about the prices of official salt and private salt before. This time, when she followed the villagers to the Jiezhou salt fields, she finally understood:
"Official salt costs 120 wen a dou, while private salt costs 80 or 90 wen a dou."
When Ning An thought of the scene in Lihe Hall, Su Zhizhi also thought of her childhood.
She remembered Li Shaoer and his sister from Mingde Academy. They were the children of Xunzhou Chief Secretary, who was convicted of smuggling salt.
Later, Su Zhizhi found out that the Xunzhou Chief Secretary had secretly hidden a cellar of gold and silver, which were all profits from selling illegal salt.
Salt farmers do the hardest work and get the least money.
Su Zhizhi said, "Buying salt this time is a big deal, and it's not up to me to decide, but I think my mother and the others will give a fair price."
At the same time, at the village chief's house.
The village chief's house also consists of a few thatched houses.
The village chief's thatched house is bigger, and the rows of thatch on the house are tied more tightly.
But the rice jar in the village chief's house is also very small.
At present, many villagers are crowded in the village chief's house, and those who can't fit in the house stand in the yard and listen.
Old Xu's excited voice came from inside the house:
"Look at what kind of life we are living! Why should we let those corrupt officials drink our blood and eat our flesh?"
"Why should they make a fortune from our salt while we starve?"
"Why can't we live a good life with our own salt? Why should we let them make a profit from the price difference?"
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