Chapter 129 Achievements and Complete Merits

At this time.

The Yanxiang Cult salt men who were crippled by the Salt Merchant Guard had their hands tied behind their backs and were led by soldiers in a circle in an open field.

The leader, this unattractive guy, was brought to Jia Cong by Twelve Laws.

Under the light of torches.

Jia Cong saw that his eyes were dry and red.

The dark face is covered with dense wounds blown by the sea wind and sand all year round.

Even the feet with rolled up trouser legs are covered with traces of being corroded by sea water.

It's obvious that this is a real salt cube.

Instead of starting with Jia Cong’s imagination of burning incense and teaching Buddhists or Vajra followers.

Jia Cong asked softly: "Why join the Incense Sect?"

The man spat hard on the ground.

Roaring hoarsely!

"There is no way to survive, why not fight to the death?!"

"You young men with fine clothes and good food, how do you know the bitterness of salt in our kitchen households?!"

"If He Xing'an didn't accept it that day, he would be even less of a person!"

"Eat our flesh, drink our blood, and kill all the brothers in Yangzhou City to death!"

"What did they do? It is sinful to worship Buddha and burn incense?!"

Jia Cong secretly thought that worshiping Buddha and burning incense is not a crime, but killing officials and rebelling is a serious crime of treason.

What they absolutely should not do is allow that idiot Zhao Mingtang to have Prince Zhongqin assassinated.

Now it is extremely difficult to change.

I thought of it again.

Zaohu is a low-class registration, and once it is retired, it is difficult to change it.

It’s not even comparable to Bai Qi’s minions like Xiao Cuier Feng’s mother.

As long as the master is willing, he can return his body deed and become a good citizen again.

I feel some sympathy for these men at the bottom of the salt field.

Frowning, he asked: "Uncle, is Yan Ding's life very hard?"

Lin Ruhai said: "Yes."

"If Cong'er wants to know, go to Baiju Salt Farm another day and see with your own eyes."

In fact, Jia Cong still thinks like later generations.

If they are given a salary, food to eat, and clothing to wear, they will naturally not think about rebelling against the Incense Sect every day.

"Why not improve it?"

"For example, give them more wages? Better food? Better housing?"

Prince Zhongqin tapped Jia Cong on the forehead.

"What are you thinking about?"

"They have many hereditary salt collectors, and boiling salt and frying salt is their occupation."

"There are also some refugees who fled famine and were bought back by the salt farm owners and registered as Zaohu Yanding residents."

"After all the exploitation, do you still expect the owners of the salt flats to treat them well?"

"Just like how you pampered that little girl with eyebrows upside down?"

Jia Cong couldn't laugh or cry and said: "Uncle Six, when we talk about business, why are you talking about Xiao Cui'er?"

He also pointed to the black salt cubes tied up in the wilderness: "Will these salt cubes die?"

Lin Ruhai shook his head: "No, I will just send it back to the salt field, and the task of frying salt will be doubled."

This is an endless cycle. No wonder these salt cubes want to join the Incense Cult.

Jia Cong lowered his head, trying to find a way to help these low-level salt workers.

For a while, I had no clue.

Fortunately, these people will not die yet. As long as people do not die, there is always a way.

Jia Cong waved his hand and asked Wu She to take the leader Yan Ding back.

Suddenly, I lost interest.

Lin Ruhai glanced at Jia Cong and said to himself: "Salt diced is salt diced, and the Incense Sect is the Incense Sect."

"Essentially, there is a fundamental difference."

Jia Cong slapped his forehead violently. He seemed to be possessed by a demon just now.

Yan Ding, who has been brainwashed by the Incense Cult, is the biggest unstable factor.

"Uncle, I understand..."

Lin Ruhai smiled and returned his gaze to the battlefield ahead.

At this time, many of the salt owl guards were dead, with corpses strewn across the field.

The door of He Xing'an Village has long been blasted open by artillery.

Pei Yunhai is gathering his soldiers and preparing for the final charge.

"He Xing'an, Lu Zheng, Shi Meng! Surrender without killing!"

He Xing'an and the others saw that the situation was over.

With a long sigh, he walked out of the manor gate under the guard of the hospital guard.

Kneel down slowly.

Keep the green hills and don’t worry about running out of firewood...

As long as you enter Shenjing, there will always be someone to protect you.

The things confiscated from the four manors were shocking to Jia Cong.

Wu Xindeng and Wang’s poisonous woman are nothing compared to these four people.

The silver notes and gold alone are worth twenty million taels.

Not to mention other antiques and rare treasures.

Lin Ruhai and Prince Zhongqin don't look very good-looking, so naturally what they are looking for is not these frivolous wealth.

Qi Youlu and Zheng Duofu quietly stuffed a box into Jia Cong's hand.

Jia Cong opened it and immediately smiled.

"Uncle, Sixth Uncle, is this what you are looking for?"

When Lin Ruhai opened it and looked at it, the box contained a pair of copper engraving plates.

Astonishingly, it is the template for the Ministry of Finance’s printed salt guide!

Of course, this copper engraving is a forgery!

Lin Ruhai’s worries were suddenly swept away!

Prince Zhongqin even picked up Jia Cong and threw him into the air!

"Cong'er, when Uncle Six returns to Shenjing, he will ask your father to steal his son!"

Jia Cong turned around lightly in mid-air and landed on the ground.

"Uncle Six, my father will not let you take me away!"

Lin Ruhai said with a smile:

"Good boy! You are really my uncle's lucky star!"

"Search again and find the printing location!"

Jia Cong's thoughts moved slightly.

I instantly remembered the heavily guarded place in He Garden.

"Uncle, Uncle Six, I think I know where they print!"

Prince Zhongqin smiled and said: "Then what are you waiting for? Why don't you lead the way?"

We are preparing to send He Xing'an and the others to Yangzhou Prison to be detained first.

Jia Cong suddenly asked: "Uncle, Sixth Uncle, are you sure the Yangzhou Prefect is reliable?"
To be continued...