C17

In the early days of the founding of the West Chu, the salt official camp was under strict management and control. The production of salt was carried out by hereditary cookers. The salt was not sold on the market, but was entirely controlled by the government. To some extent, it was equivalent to serving as a corvette. In terms of sales, in the early days of the West Chu, both China and China were used. Merchants transported grain to the border to supply the army with salt, which was the quota permit for the sale of salt.

However, in the late stage of the emperor's reign, when Murong Mingzhu's father became the emperor, the opening of China and France began to slowly decline. However, in the late stage of the emperor's reign, the opening of China and France slowly began to erode. It was only when Minister Pei of the Ministry of Work handed over a set of paper money that the Emperor of Xuan and Unification could listen. Under the calm and peaceful waters of the West Chu, the problems caused by the salt of the private sector had long since reached a level where they could not be ignored.

The Emperor had always thought that the West Chu was under his rule, and that the country was peaceful. Upon hearing the "one catty of official salt half a tael of sand" and seeing Vice Minister Pei's story of rampant private salt in the river and Zhejiang regions, he was infuriated.

When the Son of Heaven became angry, millions of corpses would die, and the blood would flow for thousands of miles.

In the salt case and the salt case back then, many families died because of this. Once the imperial court was imprisoned, many families fell into deep sleep because of this. Because they had some connections with the case, they died under the machete at the entrance to the market. Both inside and outside the imperial court, for a moment, all sorts of impeachment papers by officials flew in the air like a snowflake, piling up on the table of the Proclamation of Unification's emperor.

Then, when the heavenly prince fell to the ground, it was an imperial edict. The case had already reached the point where there was no need to return the bow. The Emperor of Xuan Wu continued to bear the impeachment of the official, bringing the private salt trial to the end.

By the time the blood-stained note was handed over to the Emperor, the Emperor shook his head and sighed to Murong Mingde, who was still the crown prince at that time. He had gone through most of his life and in the end, in his later years, his reputation as a mass murderer had fallen too far. The Emperor, who had a great reputation in his life, had been depressed by this case of salt, and had died before the age of fifty.

The private salt was reignited after Emperor Xuan Wu was unwilling to investigate it further.

Salt is the only basis of the national tax revenue, and it is also the basis of people's livelihood. A salt maker was equivalent to stealing the meat from Murong Mingde's mouth. Unlike his indecisive father, Emperor Xuan Wu, Murong Mingde's personality was decisive and cold-blooded. He had been educated and educated by the emperor since he was young. From the moment his father took over the position of son of heaven, he hated the issue of salt.

Ever since he came to power, he issued all kinds of orders to protect the opening of China's law. He also strictly ordered the attack on the big salt merchant families, nurtured the families, oversaw the administration of salt, and made the atmosphere in the city even more righteous. After that, the huge profit from the private salt had attracted a large number of merchants who were licking their blood from the blade. They had even dared to take the risk of sitting in one of the three families and take money out of Murong Mingde's pocket.

In recent years, the area between Jiangzhe and Xiangxi had not been peaceful, so Emperor Xuan Zheng Murong Mingde sent his twin brother, Murong Mingzhu, to visit the two places secretly.

They found a lot of evidence in the area of Jiang and Zhe provinces. Because of this evidence and the account book they got from the salt merchant, Murong Mingzhu directly took off the black muslin hat on the head of the governor of the two provinces of Jiang and Zhe and sent them together with the nine clans to Beijing in a prison cart. Perhaps it was because they had been too arrogant in the Jiang and Zhe dynasties and didn't keep a low profile that they had been targeted by the salt merchants not long after they had entered the western part of the city.

This was also why Murong Mingzhu had appeared at the Clear Water Pool and was saved by Wen Jingrong. Otherwise, with their status, how could they have intersected in life?

Hei Feng took a small slip of paper from the pigeon's anklet and stuffed it into the ring. He then raised his hand and placed the pigeon in the air. The pigeon circled a few times in the air before flying in the direction of Jishui Town.

There were only a few lines of words on the letter, "The Prime Minister's surname is Li Qi and disappeared. His family went missing. If there is any difference, check again and report again. Do not think about it!"

Was this really related to the magistrate of Jishui County? Hei Feng rubbed his chin as he thought, "It's just a county magistrate, I don't think he has the guts to make a move against a brother of the Son of Heaven." His family's master, Prince Jing, was the only new emperor in the West Chu. After he ascended the throne, he was allowed to retain his title of 'Ming' even without having to use the name of an emperor.

Jishui County was just a small grasshopper tied to the private salt rope in the west of Hunan. How many people were behind them? Jiang Zhe's control tower wasn't considered small either. After being forced to confess by them, they admitted their guilt without using any tricks. This also gave rise to an illusion that the prince was trapped in this village because he had underestimated the enemy's ability to make the wrong moves.

Although he looked quite happy.

Hei Feng looked enviously at his master who was eating baked honey in the house. With a light bite, the golden sweet honey flowed out from the beehive and onto the golden steamed bun slices wrapped in egg juice. Without even needing to taste it personally, one could tell that it was fragrant, sweet and extremely beautiful.

Yes, Wen Jingrong had harmed another beehive on the way up. After all, their family was running out of honey, so they could only say in their hearts that they had committed a crime, while their faces were unblushing as they carried off the other party's nest. However, she still carefully pushed the queen bee to the side. With her around, these hardworking kids would soon be able to rebuild their home.

It was the golden autumn of September, and the two distinguished guests of the Wang family had already left to dig and eat. Wen Jingrong had also saved quite a bit of silver, eight taels of silver, and half a jar of copper coins within a month's time.

It was a pity that the Wang Clan had left too early. In the late autumn, more and more things were being produced in the mountains. One of them was more than half a pound of water pear, and its bite was filled with sweet juice. If not for the location where the pears grew being too difficult to reach, it was probably not Wen Jingrong's turn to pick them. She would have long since been plucked clean by the village boys who chopped firewood.

Four pear trees, almost five hundred pounds of pears, were plucked by Wen Jingrong to the village head for autumn food, and then carried to the Green Stone Town to sell some. The rest was chopped up and stewed in several small pots, and after carefully sealing the hole, the pot was steamed again and the canned pears were canned. This way, it could be stored for a long time, until the winter when there were no more fruits to eat.

The remaining fresh pears were piled behind the door. Every day, she either washed them and ate them or stewed them with sugar. The three members of Niu family lived a life of meat, food, and fruits. Murong Mingzhu became fat two pounds without any shame.