In the evening.

Mr. Wang came back from nearby Yuer Town, and there was also a middle-aged man next to him, wearing a patched green double-breasted pair, wrapped in a gray headscarf, and a kind-hearted appearance.

Wang Youzhen, who was sitting on the threshold of the ancestral hall, immediately stood up and shouted respectfully: "Grandpa, second uncle."

The kind man behind Mr. Wang is his second uncle, the second son of Mr. Wang.

Wang Youzhen was not surprised that his grandfather had called his second uncle when he went out, and he should have called him.

Now that I have the money in my hand, the first thing I do next.

Sales stolen goods.

A large amount of silver suddenly pops up in the home of a poor and ordinary family, which will inevitably attract others' suspicion. Sun Baohu, the owner of the money, will not have to go to investigate in person, and someone will report the news.

Wang Youzhen's second uncle works as a fellow in a pet store in Yuer Town, responsible for selling sea cucumbers, abalone, shark fins, and some foreign goods produced in Dongyang.

Although Wang Youzhen's second uncle, Wang Yaren, earned not much money, he had certain abilities and quietly digested the hundred taels of silver.

Mr. Wang returned to the ancestral hall to get the clay pot. Wang Yiren smiled kindly, rubbed Wang Youzhen's head and said, "Son, don't go to the sea to play again in the future."

"If you want to eat something, the second uncle will buy it for you and ask your third uncle to catch you. Don't run into the sea."

Wang Youzhen listened to his second uncle's sincere care and love, which was a family affection that he could not experience in his previous life. He smiled and said, "Don't worry, uncle, my nephew will not go."

When Wang Yiren heard Wang Youzhen say that he couldn't go, he smiled kindly again, took the clay pot from Mr. Wang and said, "Dad, the silver will be melted in Qingyinpu."

"But we are not well-known. If we want to give the shopkeeper some benefits, we will probably have a waste of five or six taels of silver."

Mr. Wang didn't say anything, looked at his eldest son and grandson beside him and signaled him to make an idea.

Wang Youzhen smiled plainly and said indifferently: "This silver is for nothing, and the loss of five or six taels is nothing."

"After the silver is melted, the second uncle should not bring the silver back. First buy three sets of textile machines and put the remaining materials in the second uncle's hand."

Mr. Wang killed the Eight Banners and Tartars at the border, and Wang Jiren has made a lot of money over the years, so he is considered to be knowledgeable in the countryside.

I was a little scared about the handling of one hundred taels of silver.

But they never expected that Wang Youzhen, who had almost never left Yanchi Village since childhood, would be so free and easy in the face of 100 taels of silver.

The free and easy thing that will come again after all the money is gone.

Mr. Wang and Wang Yiren and his son looked at each other, full of emotion.

On the way he came, Wang Jiren had already heard his father tell the textile machine that spinned 100 spindles of yarn at the same time. He had seen many foreign goods in his vision.

I was still shocked and didn't know what to say. It was a textile machine equivalent to a hundred machines in a bureaucratic and gentry workshop. It was simply a fairy thing.

Thinking of the textile machine that spins out 100 spindles, and thinking of Wang Youzhen's indifference to the full 100 taels of silver.

Mr. Wang and Wang Yiren had no doubt about Wang Youzhen's words that had been living in heaven for the rest of his life.

Wang Jiren nodded solemnly: "I'll leave this matter to my second uncle."

Wang Youzhen personally sent his second uncle to the entrance of the village. Seeing his second uncle disappear on the dirt road, his mood became better and better.

Before he could get off the wooden bridge at the entrance of the village, several tall brothers walked over from the Yantian direction with laughter, as if something big had happened.

The younger brothers saw the elder brother standing on the wooden bridge at the entrance of the village and trotted all the way. The fourth Wang Sixiong laughed and said, "Brother, you don't know that something strange happened today."

"The iron millstone that Sun Baosai put on the salt trough inexplicably appeared, and the silver inside disappeared."

Before Wang Sixiong finished speaking, the fifth Wang Wuhu rushed to say, "Hehe, I was so angry that I wiped Sun's skin and my face turned blue."

When Wang Youzhen heard his younger brothers laughing, he smiled in cooperation, thought for a while and said, "Let's go and take a look."

I spent two incense sticks last night and only one incense stick was enough during the day.

Wang Youzhen took his five younger brothers to trot all the way, and in half a stick of incense, he arrived in Yantian.

A large group of ordinary people surrounded the tidal flats in Yantian.

The common people knelt on the muddy slums and kowtowed to the vast sea in the distance, each holding three incense sticks in his hand.

Wang Youzhen walked in and saw clearly that the common people were kowtowing to the sea, clearly kowtowing to the iron millstone.

I still muttered something, hoping that the gods and gods will bless you.

This is a big hole neutralized by dilute sulfuric acid, which is regarded as a god.

At the periphery of the crowd on the inside and outside the three floors, Wang Youzhen saw Sun Baohu with a pale face. He just glanced at him and moved his eyes away without hesitation.

Sun Baohu is about forty years old, has gained weight and has fair skin.

He was wearing a Lu silk right-sided dress with exquisite materials, a Su embroidered sachet hung around his waist, and a Dongyang dance fan in his hand, constantly slapping the wind.

This middle-aged man with a very delicate and decent dress is Sun Bapi in Wang Sixiong's mouth, and he is also the local emperor of Yantian here.

In the early years, Sun Baohu was just a wealthy family with hundreds of acres of land at home. Later, the earth dragon turned around, which triggered the backflow of sea water.

All the salt fields were washed away, and it took a long time to rebuild the salt fields. The salt cube could not pay the tax on the salt fields, so he thought about submitting a submission to the official service, which would exempt this year's salt classes.

The salt managers in Yanchi Village are all poor people, so they can't talk to the government, so they just want to find Sun Baohu to take the lead.

Sun Baohu was envious of this salt field for a long time, so he immediately agreed to the plead of the salt teachers in Yanchi Village, patted his chest and promised that he would definitely do it.

Who knew that Sun Baohu turned around and colluded with the county government office, and bribed the money and grain master with silver, and took over the salt class in Yanchi Village.

All salt classes will be paid by Sun Baohu.

Sun Baohu had the right to collect taxes. On the one hand, he promised the county government that he would definitely complete this year's salt class, but on the other hand, he lied that the yamen did not agree to exemption from the class.

At first, the salt managers in Yanchi Village did not understand the tricks of this villain, so they could only swallow their anger and borrow money from Sun Baohu.

After the salt practitioners in Yanchi Village borrowed debts, Sun Baohu turned his face and refused to recognize others, turning the borrowed money into high-interest money.

The salt culprits endured the scorching sun and the erosion of the sea water. After working hard for a year, they not only couldn’t make a fortune, but also owed Sun Baohu a lot of debts.

After years of exploitation, Yantian became the private property of Sun Baohu.

As for the yamen in this county, as long as Sun Baohu pays the full salt class, he will have a considerable amount of filial piety every year and will never be cared about.
Chapter completed!