"What kind of tricks can a man with mud legs create? He can dig a big hole for the Yang family!"
Yang Shuo dismissed it: "Is it possible that someone dares to sell him salt?"
"That's not true!"
Liu Zhiping said cautiously: "But on the first day that boy went to Feicang, he bought salt at a price that was double or triple the price on the market. Although he went to Lao Feizhuang the next day, he still asked people to go to the town to buy salt and paid four times.
Five times. On the third day, people go to various villages and bid six times or seven times. Today is the fourth day. People go to every household and ask for ten times the price."
"Asshole!"
Yang Shuo slapped his hand on the table, and his body was full of fat. He said, "What does this mud-leg guy want to do? Does he want to disturb my Yang family's foundation? He is so courageous. What's the reaction of Jia Tou and the kitchen households!"
Don't say ten times, just twice. If the Yang family didn't suppress it, Jia Tou and Zao Hu would immediately switch sides.
"Jiatou wants to sell salt, but thinking about the favor of the Yang family, he can barely bear it!"
"One pound goes up to one penny!"
Yang Shuo was furious: "Who promised them? Every year, the Yang family collects 21 million kilograms of salt from the Fei warehouse. If a kilogram increases by one penny, there will be an extra 21,100 taels. Tell those heads, even a penny will cost you.
It can’t go up.”
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Liu Zhiping worriedly asked: "But what will happen if the Zaohu sells the salt to that boy?"
"Inform the Salt Transportation Department that they won't go through the formalities!"
Yang Shuo sneered: "Those kitchen households are all poor people who have had one meal but no next meal. If they can't sell the salt, they won't be able to survive for a few days. Sooner or later, they will ask the Yang family to give them a bite of food!"
Liu Zhiping flattered them repeatedly: "Why should a bunch of miserable kitchen households fight with the Yang family? Third Young Master, you can kill them with just one word!"
"snort!"
Yang Shuo's face was full of fat and ferocious: "Let Jia Tou spread the word, if any village causes trouble again, the price of salt will drop by one penny during the salt collection, and the Yang family who causes such trouble will drive them away, leaving them unable to sell a grain of salt!"
"promise!"
Liu Zhiping hesitated to speak: "But what should I do with that kid? We can't let him continue to make trouble like this!"
"If he continues to increase prices arbitrarily, someone will go to the government office to sue him and disrupt the market price of salt!"
Yang Shuo narrowed his eyes and said: "As for digging the well, let him dig it. The old Feizhuang salt well is empty. He can't dig out the brine even if he digs it for ten years!"
"Third Young Master, you still have to be careful!"
Liu Zhiping frowned and said: "Our informant said that he did not send people to dig into the well, but made some kind of big frame chisel, but the informant couldn't get close to see it, but the movement of the well was quite loud!"
"What's the use of being bigger!"
Yang Shuo dismissed it: "I don't believe that a new brine can be dug out of a mined salt well!"
"Third Young Master, it's not good!"
At this moment, a servant rushed in: "There is news from Feicang that Lao Feizhuang has dug a new salt well, and a lot of brine has been produced. One well is worth ten others!"
Snap!
Yang Shuo shook his hand, and the official kiln teacup worth thirty taels of silver fell to the floor and shattered into pieces. His fat face became extremely ugly!
How is it possible, the brine in Lao Feizhuang has been harvested dry, how can new brine be produced!
Liu Zhiping turned pale.
When new brine comes out, Lao Feizhuang can boil salt, so that kid has salt!
The servant kept talking for a while, and Yang Shuo's face became more and more ugly, and finally his expression turned ferocious: "Zhiping, don't you want to avenge your eldest brother and nephew? Now you can do what you want!"
"Thank you, Third Young Master!"
Liu Zhiping's eyes were filled with murderous intent!
...
Boom!
On the Feijia salt well, a large wooden frame was set up, a rotating log wheel with a rope winch wrapped around it, and a two hundred kilogram iron drill bit tied below!
As soon as the rope was released, the big drill bit hit the bottom of the well, and a loud sound was heard.