Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

Laiyunlou can only be regarded as a second-rate restaurant in Yangzhou Prefecture. After Xin Laoqi revealed his identity, even if it was not a meal, the shopkeeper still did not dare to neglect, so he immediately called in the cook and buddies to prepare for cooking. Δ』』』E novel Ww『W. ㄟ1XIAOSHUO. COM

Xin Laoqi saw that those guys were a little messy, and said, "Eight dishes and one soup per table. If the dishes are cooked, home-cooked dishes are enough. Don't spend too much, otherwise you will pay for it yourself."

The shopkeeper was stunned when he heard it, and he said loudly: "My lord, the chef of the small shop is a master who has passed on for three generations, you..."

Old Xin said hardly: "This is what my master said, you can figure it out."

The shopkeeper had to go to the back kitchen with a wry smile. He had to personally stare at these dishes, or something went wrong and his family would lose their heads.

Xin Laoqi was sitting in the lobby, and there was a sergeant with a small flag standing outside the door. The feast was about to begin...

And Fang Xing was talking with Xiao Zhen at this time.

"My uncle has already made a memorial about you. Although your son made a mistake, you did not give in. I believe your majesty can see this. Therefore, as long as the salt merchants' chaos can be quelled, I will guarantee you. Atonement for the merits, and will not be downgraded."

Xiao Zhen said gratefully: "I have such a blessing in the government. Thanks to my uncle, I am grateful and grateful!"

After talking a few words, Xiao Zhen said his worries.

"Uncle, do you want them to bend? It's not that the officials are talking nonsense. Those salt merchants are all gluttons who have gotten into the eyes of money, and only recognize money!"

Fang Xing nodded: "Uncle Ben knows, so Ben is still here now."

...

Fang Xing went to Yangzhou twice, and there were always fewer people in Yangzhou, so within half an hour, all the salt merchants in the city had arrived.

When they entered the Laiyun Building, the salt merchants only saw the yellow bell.

"You have worked hard, please sit down."

Huang Zhong sat down, and then the salt merchants sat down one after another. At the counter, Xiaodao was practicing calligraphy, and it wasn't the copybooks that could be practiced, but the names of people.

"Those are from Miao Chengfu's faction, with Huang Bin..."

The knife listened to the introduction of the small official sent by Xiao Zhen and recorded the situation of each salt merchant.

"Serve."

Following Huang Zhong's orders, the dishes were delivered like flowing water.

Five of the eight dishes are vegetable tofu, but the salt merchants eat it very fragrant.

The wine is light wine. After the three rounds, Huang Zhong stood up and said: "You are all capable people of the rich side. Uncle said, as long as the salt administration reform can be completed, the DPRK will definitely consider it. Your contribution will definitely be compensated."

The salt merchants all listened with a smile, but they sneered in their hearts.

Who are you fooling?

No one knows Zhu Di's virtues, and there is no room for sand in his eyes.

If it was before Zhu Yong had been pitted, then everyone would still believe it a little bit.

But now, ha ha!

Huang Zhong didn't say much, he sat down and ate his head, which made the salt merchants contemptuous.

A few dry words just want us to put it on. Is this Xinghebo's method? The emperor grandson of Ming Dynasty has such a teacher, and the future is worrying!

The meal was boring and slow. After Huang Zhong put down his chopsticks, the salt merchants were ready to leave, but he smiled and said, "Uncle said, if you sincerely want to regret it, put it in the warehouse. The salt of mine will go out right away, think about it for yourself, go slowly."

"It must be, I'll wait until I go back."

"The adults don't worry, the younger one will send out the salt in the warehouse immediately."

"..."

When Huang Zhong heard these promises, he said, "Thank you very much, and I will tell my uncle when I go back next time. The awards from the DPRK will come soon."

"They won't."

When Huang Zhong went back to tell Fang Xing, Fang Xing said: "I just want them to think that this matter is thrown into the middle, otherwise they would be willing to spend money to invite these people to dinner!"

"Uncle is trying to arrogant the enemy?"

Fang Xing smiled and said: "Yes, all the preparations are still under planning, and if you rushed to make a move, it would indeed be a rat avoidance weapon."

As a result, a meal that attracted the attention of the Yangzhou government was over like this, and folk politicians all believed that this was a victory for the salt merchants.

"They will run."

Xiao Zhen hurried over, wiped the sweat from his face, and said, "Uncle, I think about it day and night, I feel that since these salt merchants know that this matter is no longer good, but they have not seen any action, they must be planning money. , Ready to escape at any time."

Fang Xing praised: "Your analysis is good, they must run, but at this time the army is in the city and outside the city blockade, they must find loopholes."

Xiao Zhen thought for a while: "Uncle, you are planning to invite them to dinner today?"

"Look slowly."

Fang Xing doesn't believe anyone in Yangzhou Prefecture, so he will definitely not reveal his layout.

...

Fang Xing's memorial was quickly delivered to Zhu Di's hands.

"...Salt merchants are already in trouble. Using merchants to fight against Daming, this wind cannot last."

"...The minister has cast a big net, waiting to seal the Yangzhou Mansion, and then do it. Just need to quickly notify the locals and be ready to respond at any time..."

Zhu Di showed the memorial to Zhu Zhanji, and then said: "Does Xing He Bo want to finish his work? Then I will wait to see how many people his big net can hold."

"Your Majesty, Cheng Guo Gong is asking for sin outside the temple."

Sitting in Zhu Di's position, he could see the situation outside the hall. He looked at Zhu Yong who was kneeling outside the hall and said disdainfully: "Let him go home!"

...

After the meal in the Yunlou, Yangzhou Mansion quieted down strangely, but the entire south, and even the north, were in a salt shortage.

Fang Xing stayed at the station every day, as if he didn't know that the storm had already gathered above the Yangzhou Mansion.

That afternoon, a man in plain clothes with the smell of the sea entered the large courtyard and found Fang Xing, and then Fang Xing summoned his subordinates.

"The time has come."

Fang Xing pointed to the man sitting under him and introduced: "This is Fu Xian, the navy commander."

"I have seen Master Fu."

Fu Xian's face looked as black as always, and he smiled: "You are too polite, this official is just to cooperate with Uncle Xinghe, and I will ask afterwards."

"Okay! Master Fu is happy!"

Shen Hao exclaimed loudly, and couldn't help groaning secretly when he realized that he was the only one to speak.

"Shen Hao will stay in the city tonight."

Fang Xing's words made Shen Hao overjoyed, and hurriedly said, "Thank you, uncle, for taking it seriously. The lower officials will definitely hold those salt merchants tonight."

Fang Xing smiled slightly ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and then ordered: "Lin Qun'an sits in the city and cooperates with the prefect Xiao to maintain order in the city. Remember not to be chaotic, not to stop the salt merchants from fleeing, or even to force them to flee, understand?"

"Uncle, the junior officer understands, the rotation will be cancelled later, and all the sergeants will patrol the streets."

"very good!"

Fang Xing was satisfied with Lin Qun'an's understanding, and then he continued to order: "Wu Yue."

"Uncle!"

Wu Yue walked to the middle and held his fist to listen to the order.

Fang Xing thought for a while and said: "Lin Qun'an is stunned by the grass, the salt merchants will inevitably jump over the wall, but they don't dare to walk six, so... you immediately take people to take down the officials who colluded with the salt merchants, and then pretend to have Get out of the city as soon as you get, let’s go to the east."

"Yes, uncle!"

Fang Xing got up, glanced across the crowd, and raised his eyebrows: "Those salt merchants thought I would throw a rat-catcher, so I will give them a salary draw today!"