The heavens start with letting the bullets fly

Chapter 482 The salt merchant was shocked and bowed his head

Half an hour later, a large Yanding team arrived at the scene.

When they first saw the corpses strewn across the field, they were all terrified, and looked at Chen Zhao as if they were gods.

After seeing the mountain of private salt, he quickly forgot his previous fear and cheered instead.

Master Lin, the patrolling salt censor, said that for every stone of illegal salt intercepted, he would reward the salt team with one or two taels of silver.

This 10 stones of private salt is equal to [-] taels of silver.

For a team of hundreds of people, each person can get a full 20 taels.

This can buy four or five acres of good farmland in the countryside of Yangzhou.

Everyone cheered when they thought that Mr. Guan had made everyone rich.

When the salt workers were happily confiscating private salt, a news quickly spread to Zhao Shanhe's mansion in Yangzhou City.

Although Liu Qingyun's banner was used for the actions tonight, all the actions were paid by the salt merchants and arranged by Zhao Shanhe.

After all, this involved one hundred thousand shi of private salt, and thousands of gangsters from all over the country were fighting and killing the gangsters, so he couldn't help but care.

So after dinner in the evening, he had no intention of sleeping, so he waited for news in a warm side hall.

Waiting for the news with him are his son Zhao Haonan, several confidantes of the Zhao family, and several other big salt merchants.

Of course, Liu Qingyun is indispensable.

At this moment, their faces were also solemn, and no one dared to say a word at this moment.

"Isn't there any news over there yet? Why is Zhao Minghan so slow!"

It was Zhao Haonan who spoke.

Compared with many old foxes present here, Zhao Haonan was born in a wealthy family, had not experienced the hardships of the past, and was young after all, so he was a little impatient.

"My lord, Lao Chen and Lao Li have been waiting for the news from there. They just consider that Chen Zhao is brave after all, so it may delay some time. But I think there is no big problem. Don't be impatient, my lord."

Butler Zhao Jiugou comforted him.

Zhao Haonan still wanted to ask, but Zhao Shanhe behind him said calmly, "Quiet."

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Haonan didn't dare to speak again as if with magical power, so he had to sit back to his original position.

But I still can't hold my breath.

After all, this is private salt involving [-] shi, and his Zhao family has paid out [-] shi.

In case Chen Zhao discovered the ambush in advance, instead of dealing with the private salt team, he smashed the boat instead, then the gain would outweigh the loss.

You must know that the salt melts in the water, and there is no chance of re-fishing.

That's a real loss.

After a moment of silence, Zhao Haonan stood up again, and suddenly a voice came from the door: "Master, son, the message from Feige has arrived."

"Quickly pass it in! I want to see what happens to this kid Chen Zhao!"

Zhao Haonan laughed and said, but he took three steps at a time and took two steps at the same time. He grabbed the emergency report with his hands, counted the lines with a quick glance, and suddenly his complexion changed drastically. His eyes were red, and he shouted angrily, "I'm angry too!"

Everyone was startled, but it was Zhao Shanhe who reacted quickly and said in a deep voice, "What do you call it? If the sky doesn't fall, isn't it a bigger loss? We can afford it!"

From Zhao Shanhe's point of view, his son Zhao Haonan is young after all, so it is inevitable to blame him when he thinks about things.

He considered the whole matter thoroughly, and in the face of more than 1000 fierce men, this Chen Zhao could not escape death even if he had three heads and six arms.

Even if you pay the price, as long as you ensure that you can kill the enemy in the bud without causing further losses, then all this is worth it.

Anyway, more than 1000 people against one person, the advantage is mine!
Several other salt merchants also thought about it in the same way, and some people couldn't help but despise Zhao Haonan's temperament: "How can things be done if you are so restless?"

"It seems that the Zhao family has no successors!"

"If Zhao Shanhe kicks his legs, this Zhao Haonan won't be able to support himself!"

They were thinking about it, but they heard Zhao Haonan gritted his teeth and said the content of Feige's biography: "Chen Zhao has one enemy against a thousand, and his dead bodies are scattered all over the field. hands."

"what?"

In the side hall, everyone was dumbfounded, with disbelief on their faces.

Zhao Shanhe originally squinted his eyes slightly, but when he heard the words, he stood up and opened his eyes suddenly, with a look of horror in his eyes.

Liu Qingyun was dumbfounded, with an unbelievable expression on his face.

Several big salt merchants were even more stunned, unable to believe it.

Several housekeepers and confidantes were even more shocked, with sweat dripping from their foreheads and backs.

In the entire side hall, there was a dead silence!
Zhao Shanhe sat back down, although his expression was calm, but these scheming salt merchants had faintly noticed that deep in his eyes, there was already a hint of fear.

Think about it too, with one against a thousand, the crowd will be scattered and fled.

How powerful is this force?
This is the overlord of Chu alive, and Li Cunxiao is reborn!

But this Chen Zhao is just an eighteen or nineteen-year-old patrol inspector of the Yan Yushi Yamen.

That's what's scary.

When did a mere patrolling inspection become so tyrannical!

He dared to kill so many people, what else could he not dare to do?
If he is determined to deal with the salt merchants, who can stand up to it?
Thinking of this, Zhao Shanhe felt even colder in his heart.

But at this time, those salt merchants began to leave.

It is false to go home and deal with the first and last, I am afraid that the key is to have the mentality of jumping ship.

Although Zhao Shanhe thought of this, his mind was messed up, so he didn't bother to pay attention to it for a while, and let them leave one after another.

"Is there any other way to deal with the Yamen of the Xunyan Yushi?"

I don't know when, such an idea came into the hearts of everyone present.

But the side hall is so quiet, no one speaks out, and no one thinks about it. In short, the room is silent, and Zhao Shanhe sits there blankly, his eyes don't know where to look.

From beginning to end, no one dared to bring up this topic.

……

When the news spread that Chen Zhao beheaded and defeated the salt smugglers who came forward and led the Yanding team to intercept [-] shi of smuggled salt, the whole Yangzhou was once again sensationalized.

Not only that, but the news spread quickly.

In just a day or two, almost the whole of Jiangnan knew the news.

Everyone was shocked for a while.

No matter how many offerings there are in the family, each of them has unique skills and is super capable of fighting.

They were all terrified.

At the same time, the patrolling salt censor's yamen also began to continuously send invitation letters to major salt merchants in Yangzhou.

This is an invitation to donate.

It is very clear from the above that the new king came to power, and the treasury was empty, so that the frontier soldiers could not pay their salaries, and the emperor couldn't sleep in a hurry. In order to show the loyalty of the salt merchants in Yangzhou, a donation meeting was specially held, and many salt merchants were invited to donate actively .

Of course, it is also clearly stated above that any salt merchant must donate no less than 50 taels.There is no cap on the top.

Although the invitation letter didn't say whether to donate or not, considering Chen Zhao's powerful force, everyone had to hold their noses and admit it.

There's no way, I can't afford to mess with it!

Three days later, the donation meeting was a great success. The eighteen salt merchants in Yangzhou City donated 800 million taels of silver, of which the top ten salt merchants donated 600 million taels.

"Nephew, based on what you see, do we want to continue?"

In Lin's study, Lin Ruhai asked.

"That's natural. If you don't knock these salt rats to their bones and suck their marrow, I'm sorry to the people who eat inferior salt all over the world!"

Chen Zhao replied with a smile.

"Okay, it's exactly what I want!" Lin Ruhai laughed loudly.

(End of this chapter)