Last night, after getting drunk, the drunk man who had one or two secrets in Fushun Ma City was from Chenyang. He was a well-known businessman. However, his family had a small population and had no capable relatives in the army. He worked hard for many years and had to make wedding dresses for those lieutenant generals, so he was very dissatisfied with the increasingly high-ranking members of the money. ￡∝,

The young man who made a speech reminded Wang Fulin was Luo Shijie, who was born in Liaoyang, and had the fame of a scholar. It was only because Liaodong had only produced more than 70 Jinshi in more than two hundred years, and in recent years, the number of juren who had passed the Shandong provincial examination was also very few. Therefore, he knew that he had no hope of career and had been in charge of these border trade businesses for three years. Although he was young, he was not a rookie. Seeing the typical characteristics of scholars of Wang Fulin and the uncle and nephew of the Shen family, he was not stingy to mention some questions.

Because of this, when he was on the road early in the morning, Wang Fulin learned that the drunk man had left before dawn, and the other merchants seemed to be afraid that others would be ahead and had left without a trace. Only Luo Shijie invited his colleagues before he even set off. Compared with the dozens of people from Wang Chen's family, Luo Shijie was considered a light car and only had two health servants in total. Wang Fulin asked curiously and soon learned the answer.

"The horse market is no longer an official market that buys horses, but a private market that has everything. In addition to horses, there are also excellent ginseng, marten, pine nuts, fungus and various medicinal materials. What they want is iron plows, oxen, and cloth. It is estimated that in spring and summer, there are still a lot of food. After all, when Wang Gao died, there were many mountains in Jianzhou Jurchens, and they needed to stockpile these."

After a pause, he explained: "Weapons and armor are strictly controlled, of course, absolutely not allowed to trade. Although the Jurchens themselves have blacksmiths, it is just that. In the past, when they were in the border, they also plundered many Liaodong craftsmen, so they would also create these things themselves. Because of this, they all bought those agricultural tools and other things at the horse market. After all, they could buy them and cultivate fields. Some of them could be transformed and transformed. They could also be used as weapons, which can be used for tribal warfare. As for plowing oxen, they often bought more than a dozen of them at a time, so raising cattle in Liaodong is more cost-effective than raising horses. After all, horses can be bought from the Jurchens, and a foal can get one stone of rice and two pieces of cloth..."

This Luo family member of Liaoyang talked endlessly, and Wang Fulin was happy to listen to his nagging. After all, compared to Fan Dou, who had been to Fushun Ma City for a limited number of times, his experience is much richer no matter what. Speaking of one time, someone used three good oxen to exchange for two boxes of marten fur. He even said, "That's all good skin, and the marten fur is light and warm. Sending it to the capital to make clothes like big cloaks or small jackets is dozens of times more profitable! However, when leaving Fushun Pass, you must be filial to the guards and hold most of the boxes."

These sides will be a big appetite!

Wang Fulin took a deep breath and finally asked: "Brother Luo, do you know, how many people in Fushun Ma City have permission?"

"The people with permission are hard-won, and they take root in Fushun Ma City every day. People also live in Guancheng. They eat any good things first and then sell them to us. They are about one-third of them, and we account for two-thirds. Not only do they get permission from the governor of Liaodong, but they are also strongly related to the guards in Fushun Guancheng, and others cannot afford to offend them."

Luo Shijie paused and then smiled bitterly: "Originally, Luo Family in Liaoyang had a license, and agreed that each house would take turns to take charge. Who knew that because of the greed of a house, they wanted to take monopoly. Everyone fought for seven or eight years. After Zhang's office, they said that the family tradition was not upright and asked about the years of permit. The elders of each house who were in full swing found that the deadline had already passed and did not go to the governor's office to renew the business in time. Now, it was good that Zhang's office was removed in one sentence. The elders in the family were angry and died of illness, so the young and middle-aged tribe like me took turns to come to Fushun Ma City to prevent the family business from collapse."

Chen Yourong had a deep conversation with Luo Shijie, who was straightforward and had a good impression of him. I don’t know if he had just come up to comfort him because of this kind of temperament. Chen Maoxue looked at Wang Fulin with a subtle gaze. Seeing that he was also smiling bitterly, he suddenly remembered the shock when he saw the pile of things on Wang Fulin last night. Although he was very happy that Wang Fulin trusted him, if according to Luo Shijie’s statement, ten permits plus fifteen imperial edicts from the Jurchens would be enough to release them!

What impressed him even more was that after the briefing last night, Wang Fulin made a statement to him: "If the fifteen Jurchens can do it, they will not be dispersed. It is best to return the jade to Zhao and return it directly to the Zhang Ministry. As for the ten permits, I mean the less you use, the better."

He agreed with Wang Fulin's judgment very much. Although it was given by Zhang Xueyan, it was not at no cost. It would be best if you don't use it if you don't use it!

It was less than forty miles from Fushun City to Fushun Pass, and it took only half a day to reach the fast horse. This was delayed just now. Luo Shijie was planning to rush the horse. When he was about to come forward to remind everyone, he suddenly saw Wang Fulin leaning over, while Chen Maoxue occupied the other side of him. The Wang Chen family and his family scattered around him. That posture made him feel a sudden heart.

But what he unexpectedly expected was that Wang Fulin lowered his voice and said something he could not have imagined: "Brother Luo, it's really not to be hiding. I have such a Fushun Ma City Market Entry Permit issued by the Liaodong Governor Zhang's Office, but I don't know whether it is true or not. Can you identify it?"

"!"

Luo Shijie just said so much, but it was not all for these foreigners from the south to give up. He just wanted to let them know that making money in Fushun Ma City is not as easy as imagined. Who knew that Wang Fulin actually said this casually! He thought the other party was a liar, but who knew that Wang Fulin took out a small leather cylinder from his sleeve.

"Brother Luo can take a look first."

Luo Shijie took it with a calm face. When he took out the thing and opened it in his hand, he was stunned. Although he was still young when the Luo family had a problem and had never seen the authentic product, he had seen this thing twice in Fushun Ma Market. Even the devilish and dirty edicts like Jurchens that were difficult to distinguish between true and false. He also saw it from the Jurchens who traded. At this moment, the clear content of the governor Guan Fang, who was clearly visible, was so real that he could not believe it at first glance. You know, how many Liaodong merchants worked hard for such things, thought hard day and night, but couldn't find it?

"Where did you... come from?"

When Wang Fulin saw Luo Shijie asking this, he rolled the thing back and handed it back. He couldn't help but sigh that he was right. He smiled and took it in his hand and said lightly: "Brother Luo, I don't hide it from you. Although this thing was obtained directly from Zhang's office, I really don't know whether it is true or not, so I always feel all the way. Please check it first."

Get it directly from Liaodong Governor Zhang Xueyan?

This time, Luo Shijie really suddenly burst into his mind, realizing that the identities of these people who came from the south might not be that simple. Although he had just watched it for a while, he still said cautiously: "Although I don't see this thing many times, it can be said that at least 70% of them may be true."

"That's good." Wang Fulin breathed a sigh of relief. Then he nodded and smiled, "Can Brother Luo stop and talk with me for two steps?"

Seeing Wang Fulin calling Luo Shijie, the two of them rode out to talk for dozens of steps. Chen Maoxue was pondering, but he didn't notice two heavy coughs in his ears. Chen Yourong found that his uncle ignored him at all, and suddenly became even more depressed. Seeing Xiaobei hanging behind him with Bizhu, he thought for a while, and finally waited for a while, then stopped on Bizhu's side, lowered his voice and asked, "Sister Bizhu knows what my uncle and Master Wang are selling?"

Xiaobei was busy thinking about Li Rusong's sudden separation with their group after he arrived in Chenyang. If Fushun Pass was ready to take action, or if there was any other name, he didn't notice that Chen Yourong and Bizhu were talking. Since her mistress didn't say anything, Bizhu glanced at her and could only apologize: "Young Master Chen, I'm sorry, I really don't know about this. Otherwise, you'd better wait for the young master to come back and ask him in person."

Chen Yourong immediately lowered his head. For a quarter of an hour, he saw a group of people catching up with Wang Fulin and Luo Shijie who were deliberately stopping to wait for them. Wang Fulin was fine, but he was smiling, and Luo Shijie's excitement and ecstasy could not be concealed at all. Not to mention Chen Yourong looked at him and muttered, even the two healthy servants of the Luo family were initially worried that the young master would be held hostage. After Luo Shijie waved over and spoke a few words, all of them were all worried, replaced by a surprised and happy expression.

With the depression that everyone else knew me but didn't know, then galloped along the way, Chen Yourong landed in the end in a quiet voice. Even when he slowed down his horse to eat dry food to fill his hunger, he was still alone. Until he found that the light around him had changed a little, he turned his head and found that it was Wang Fulin. He snorted slightly unhappily, lowering his head as if he was thinking about fighting the dry cake in his hand. At this moment, before he could wait for Wang Fulin to speak, he heard someone shouting: "There are soldiers in front, about seventy or eighty people!"

At this moment, not to mention that Wang Fulin didn't care about comforting the awkward Chen Yourong, even the others found that the number of people in the seventies and eighties were coming towards their group, and they all immediately entered a state of alert.

When the group of people with the rolling smoke and dust stopped more than ten steps away in front of him, Luo Shijie, who had been to Fushun Pass several times, immediately recognized the leader, who was the second-ranked figure in the entire Fushun Pass city. He was honored as the deputy garrison, but in fact he was the chief official, and his ancestors have inherited thousands of households.

Although he has no blood relationship with the Liaodong General Li Chengliang, because he was born in the Li family of Tieling, he always regarded himself as the same surname and clan. He was the best-in-class person in Fushun Pass who gave gifts to the General's Mansion and was trusted by Li Chengliang. The former Fushun Pass garrison Pei Chengzu died at the hands of Wang Gao last year, and many generals of Fushun Pass also died. Today's garrison Zhao Deming is temporarily promoted to Fushun Pass, and he was not even a general before. It is said that Li Ye, the general who has been in Fushun Pass, is the real power figure.

At this moment, Li Qianhu stepped out, stopped the horse and glanced at everyone, and his eyes fell on the little tiger cub in Xiaobei's arms. Immediately afterwards, he said with a smile: "I happened to take my men to see the nearby farmland. Just now, several groups of people were familiar, but they all looked very handsome. I heard that Mr. Wang, the third-class priest, came to Fushunguan City last year. How dare you ask Mr. Wang, who is there?"

ps: I will see the master today last year, so please double ^_^ (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!