"But you two salt owls will die once." He refers to Weishan and Luo Dabiao.
Weishan and Luo Dabiao were stunned at the same time and said in unison: "What did you say?" Their hearts that were originally relieved were raised again.
Mo Feifan waved his hand and smiled, "Let your death block the mouths of the people," he said. "It is the lowest condition for the old man above to open up."
The face of the patriarch of Dongling Village changed slightly, while Weishan and Luo Dabiao changed drastically.
Before the two of them asked questions, Mo Feifan added: "Don't worry, you two, you have not finished speaking. You two are arrested, and you can die any death row prisoner in the death row."
"Li Dai Tao Zombie!" The clan leader of Dongling Village blurted out four words. He was very happy to hear Mo Feifan say he wanted to kill Weishan and Luo Dabiao. After listening, his face could not hide his disappointment.
Weishan and Luo Dabiao were so grateful that they almost licked Mo Feifan's feet.
"Oh, I understand. Brother Mo said I would do whatever I said." Weishan was speaking, and his name for Mo Feifan also became Brother Mo.
Luo Dabiao was not willing to be outdone and hurriedly expressed his opinion: "Brother Mo, I'll listen to you."
Mo Feifan smiled, and his smile was extremely bright. As long as Weishan and Luo Dabiao entered the cell, they would never come out again in their lives. He nodded quietly: "Okay, let's do it. You go back to the village first and tell the salt farmers the situation. If nothing unexpected happens, you will see them tomorrow."
"Okay, I'll tell the people in the village this good news." After saying goodbye to Mo Feifan, the three of them rushed back to their respective villages without stopping.
When they left, a trace of sinister smile appeared on the corner of Mo Feifan's mouth.
Mo Feifan really lived up to expectations. That afternoon, thousands of salt farmers arrested were acquitted. When the salt farmers returned home, the three villages beat gongs and gongs and held a banquet to celebrate. The official constable arrested Weishan and Luo Dabiao in front of everyone. Because of the greetings in advance, the people in the village were prepared and did not resist.
Mo Feifan and his brothers, as the biggest contributors of the incident, were invited to visit three villages in turn. At the banquet, countless salt farmers toasted Mo Feifan. Tens of thousands of people cheered and exchanged cups, and the empty jars of wine piled up like mountains.
That night, Mo Feifan spent the night at the Weijia Village clan leader's house. The night before, Mo Feifan drank less than a pound of wine, and it was noon the next day when he woke up. After he woke up, he received a major news: Weishan and Luo Dabiao had an argument, and the two fought in the cell, and they both died of heavy bleeding.
The villagers in Weijia Village and Luojia Village were in an uproar. How could the two people who had faked death really die?! They had a deep feud, so why did they have to be locked in the same cell? In contrast, Dongling Village was so happy after hearing this news. What is this called, it is called God to die, and people have to die.
No one suspected Mo Feifan about this. From beginning to end, Mo Feifan ran forward and behind. Not only did he rescue thousands of salt farmers from the knife, but he also opened up a relationship and wanted the death row prisoners to die for them. Unfortunately, human calculations are not as good as God's calculations, and the two of them will die because of each other's fighting.
In the afternoon of that day, the bodies of Weishan and Luo Dabiao were transported back to their respective villages. They died suddenly and were buried quickly. On the third day, the bodies of their bodies were about to be buried.
He has not been idle these days, and has been wandering in three villages, making their relationship closer. On the day Weishan and Luo Dabiao were funeral, Mo Feifan also participated. When the coffin was about to be buried, Mo Feifan knelt in front of the coffin and cried, crying: Brother Wei (Luo) is such a pity that you and my brothers have met too late. I didn’t expect that the yin and yang would be separated by just a few times, which made me feel so sad..."
The villagers of the two villages saw all this and praised Mo Feifan for his affection and righteousness. Some villagers saw that he cried so hard that his throat was hoarse, so they kindly pulled him: "Boss Mo, forget it! Just let Lao Wei (Lao Luo) and the others leave with peace of mind, and stop crying.
Rest assured?! If they knew that all this was done by themselves, I am afraid that the dead would come alive. Mo Feifan laughed in his heart, but said sadly on the surface: "It is a great blessing in life to be able to make friends with brothers Wei (Luo). It's a pity that brothers Wei (Luo) died young, otherwise we would have been our best friends."
After the funeral, the three villages sent Mo Feifan a few boxes of silver to him as agreed in advance. These silver was the money Mo Feifan spent to "break up relationships", and they could not let their friends suffer losses. Mo Feifan collected it, but turned around and gave the money to the salt farmers who died in their families. He told everyone that he was not short of money and was willing to spend the money.
This "good deed" has greatly improved Mo Feifan's status in the hearts of salt farmers. After that, Mo Feifan ran to Xuejia Village, Dongling Village and Luojia Village every few days to help them. With Mo Feifan's support, the patriarchs of the three villages gathered together to eliminate the previous grievances. The three villages had enough people to die due to armed battles, and no one could die. Of course, Mo Feifan did this with his purpose: to get along well with relationships and accept private salt.
Half a month after the death of the three major salt owls, their subordinates wanted to retake the private salt business. They contacted the salt merchants several times, but they ended up in vain. In addition to their own weak abilities, Mo Feifan also made trouble. Two months later, the salt farmers did not smuggle salt, and their lives became more and more sad.
When the salt owl was there, most of their income came from smuggling and smuggling salt. Now without this income, those old masters were not enough. After a while, the three patriarchs really had no choice but to discuss. The first thing they thought of was no one else, Mo Feifan.
First of all, Mo Feifan is the gang elder brother and is not a serious businessman. He should be interested in the private salt.
Second, the Mo Sect is powerful, and Mo Feifan and Yan Cheng's official master also have friendships. If he sells the salt to him privately, he will never have any worries again.
Third and most importantly, Mo Feifan has a deep affection for the villagers and is his great benefactor.
After making up my attention, I will look at Mo Feifan’s meaning.
The one who came to Mo Feifan was Wei Yi, the patriarch of Weijia Village. Wei Yi came. Mo Feifan had guessed this long ago, but he pretended to be ignorant and quickly welcomed Wei Yi in: "Hey, Mr. Wei, why did you come to see me personally? Just want to see me and ask someone to send me a message. You are old-fashioned."
Wei Yi slowly entered the living room with a crutch.
"Haha, I'm old and old, if I don't move, I'll leave soon." Wei Yi showed his deep surroundings and said with a smile.
Mo Feifan laughed a little, "Mr. Wei, you are not old at all, and you can live at least 153 years old."
Wei Yi likes to say that others say that he can live for a long time, and the elderly like that he can live for a long time. The older he gets, the more afraid he is to die. So when do you see those who commit suicide? They are young, and when have you ever seen an old man and a woman in her fifties and sixties commit suicide?
Mo Feifan personally brought a chair to Wei Yi and asked someone to give him a pot of fragrant green tea.
Wei Yi smiled with a curved eye and took a sip of green tea. The tea stuck to his white beard, shiny.
"Haha. Feifan, I'm here to ask you for something this time." Wei Yi was furious and was a person who didn't like to beat around the bush.
Mo Feifan also likes straightforward people. He said oh, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Wei Yidao: "I wonder if you are interested in private salt trading?"
Mo Feifan has been savoring for a long time, private salt trading?! Private salt trading is a huge profit and is also a gang that major gangs compete for. However, this transaction cannot be moved by anyone who wants to move. Without a deep background and unique geographical advantages, it is difficult to get it.
Hearing Mo Feifan's opinion, he was interested in private salt trading. Wei Yi smiled with satisfaction, and it would be easier to do so.
He continued: "Qiushui Town is a big town in Yancheng. More than 90% of the salt from the 38 towns and counties in Yancheng come from here. Of these 90%, 50% are private salts that do not pay salt tax. And 90% of the private salts come from our three villages: Weijia Village, Dongling Village and Luojia Village."
Although he said it several times, the final number is still very amazing. Yancheng has 38 towns and tens of thousands of villages, with a total number of more than 10 million. Just take 10 million, and the private salt of these three villages feeds 400,000 people. Don’t think about it carefully, you will know how big the profit is.
Mo Feifan didn't speak and listened patiently.
Wei Yi continued: "The three of us have agreed. If Feifan is interested, you will be allowed to do the private salt transaction. As for the price, it is 80% of Weishan and others."
Giving 20% of the profit is already a huge face.
If someone else touched this good thing about pie falling from the sky, I would probably agree immediately. Unexpectedly, Mo Feifan pondered for a long time, but finally shook his head: "I'm afraid this is not right. Private salt transactions have always been done by people from several of you villages. I am an outsider, I'm afraid..."
"Afraid of being gossiped by others?" Wei Yi continued.
Mo Feifan nodded and made a decision.
Wei Yi poked the ground from the crutch and said loudly: "I think who dares to be arrogant. This is discussed by the three patriarchs of our tribes. Who dares to gossip. What's more, if you take over the private salt transaction, it will benefit them without any harm. You are helping us, and who else can gossip."
Mo Feifan thought for a long time, but still shook his head: "No."
Wei Yi frowned with a few age spots and asked, "Why can't it work?"
Mo Feifan felt a little guilty towards the salt farmers in the three villages and said embarrassedly: "Mr. Wei, you said 80% I don't agree."
"Then how much do you say?"
Mo Feifan: "I think this is the case, it's 20% more than Wei Shan, Zhao Mazi and Luo Dabiao. If you don't agree, I can only say sorry."
"Twenty percent more than them?" Wei Yi didn't expect Mo Feifan to pay such a high price, which was 70% acceptable in his heart, but he opened his mouth and actually 20% more than them. Since he had said this, Wei Yi had nothing to say and agreed on the spot.
From then on, Mo Feifan was involved in the private salt industry. Salt - something that no one can do without, will bring huge profits to Mo Feifan in the future.