Datang: God-level son-in-law, salted fish will become stronger

Changsun Wuji took a step forward, clasped his hands and said, "I take orders."

He looked at the domineering Li Er and showed a gratified smile.

This is the blood-stained battlefield, Emperor Li Er of the Tang Dynasty who lived half his life as a soldier.

Facing the Wang family is to fight to the death without sparing any energy.

In this battle, there is no winning or losing, only life and death. Li Er gambled on the throne of God, and Wang gambled on his family.

Whoever loses will have to pay a heavy price.

Chapter 1: Wang's Madness

In the ninth year of Wude, October [-]th.

At this time, half a month had passed since the engagement between Qin Mu and Xiangcheng.

this half month.

The struggle between Li Er and Wang continued.

Between the two sides, you come and go, each other wins and loses.

Li Er has become more calm from the previous irascibility. Even if there is a mutiny or a riot, he still treats it calmly and will not get angry again.

He knew that as long as he was there, the sky of Datang would not collapse.

On the contrary, Wang Yuetian, who had always been calm and calm, gradually became restless and irritable.

In the face of Wang's all kinds of difficulties and vicious schemes, Li Er is as stable as Mount Tai, standing still, and even getting more frustrated and courageous.

Even though his head was bleeding, Li Er was still fearless.

This made Wang Yuetian extremely annoyed, and the Wang family had also been severely injured at this time.

Chang'an City.

Suzaku Avenue.

Dozens of stalls suddenly appeared on the street.

There is a flag hanging in front of each stall, with three big characters written in flying and phoenix dances on it, fine salt.

The people coming and going stopped one after another.

"Fine salt? What is this? Could it be that the imperial court came up with it to help our people..."

"It's hard to say, the court and the Wang family are incompatible. I heard that the Wang family burned three more salt warehouses. The price of salt has risen to the point that we common people can't afford it..."

"No, I still have a jar of official salt at home, and at this price, I want to sell it..."

"Well, no matter what happens, we innocent people are always the ones who get hurt. I hope the imperial court can figure out a way to stabilize the price of salt. How can we live without salt..."

After half a day.

Something called fine salt is sold on various stalls.

The quality of fine salt is many times better than official salt, but the price is only [-]% of official salt.

The price of official salt was broken at this moment.

People who came to line up to buy fine salt surrounded Suzaku Street.

However, fine salt is limited, and each person can only buy three days' worth.

Qin Mu stood on top of a pavilion on Zhuque Street, looking at the crowds of people on Zhuque Street, with a smile on his face.

He finally caught up with him. If it drags on for a few more days, some people may not even be able to afford salt. At that time, some people will really turn against him.

"Have you heard? This fine salt mine was discovered by the son-in-law, and the price was set by him. The son-in-law is really a lucky star of the Tang Dynasty..."

"I heard that it is nothing. I have tasted this fine salt myself. I eat it with steamed buns sandwiched with fine salt. Hey... that is a beauty. We will no longer have to worry about the skyrocketing price of salt..."

"First I beheaded Xieli, defeated the Turks, and now I have produced fine salt. If you want me to say that the son-in-law is the Daluo Jinxian who came down to protect us the people of the Tang Dynasty..."

People queuing up to buy fine salt brag about each other.

But from now on.

The Wang family completely changed from active to passive, and the only trump card in their hands was completely blocked.

Chang'an City.

Wang's mansion.

Wang Yuetian angrily threw the bag of fine salt to the ground, and then stepped forward and stomped hard a few times, "Who can tell me, where did this salt come from, and what demon method did Qin Mu use?"

"Fine salt... I have lived most of my life, and my Wang family has sold official salt for most of my life. Why have I never heard of the existence of this fine salt in this world?"

The sudden appearance of fine salt completely broke the balance between Wang Shi and Li Er.

Wang Yuetian always felt that he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember it. He fought with Li Er all day long, so he simply forgot about it, and only realized it today.

Qin Mu was forgotten by him.

For the past half month, Qin Mu disappeared without a trace, as if the world had evaporated.

But when he reappeared, he brought such a powerful weapon.

"Patriarch, we have already found out the location of the fine salt mine, and it is in Linhe County." Wang Yueshan stood up and said in a deep voice, "And I have personally gone to that place to find out, and there are indeed traces of being mined with some remaining fine salt and salt slag."

"However, that mine has been emptied by Qin Mu, and even the salt field next to the salt mine has been abandoned."

Wang Yueshan said vowedly, but he didn't know that he had stepped into the trap that Qin Mu had dug for him.

"You mean to say that there is only one fine salt mine, and the fine salt in Qin Mu's hands is also limited?" Wang Yuetian looked at Wang Yueshan and lowered his eyes.

"That's right." Wang Yueshan said firmly, "I've personally inquired with a few craftsmen from the saltworks, and what they said was surprisingly consistent, there should be no falsehood."

"The fine salt in Qin Mu's hands is only two warehouses. He is just bluffing. The fine salt he bought is only three days' worth."

At this time, Wang Yueshan was surprisingly calm.

For Qin Mu and the newly-appeared fine salt, he has worked hard.

Otherwise, he would not have dared to tell Wang Yuetian so swearingly.

After hearing this, Wang Yuetian picked up the fine salt on the ground again, his gaze was like a torch, "Take it, take back all the fine salt, and pay it back at a high price."

"Seven days, as long as we carry it for another seven days, the salt in the hands of the people will be exhausted, and then Li Er will definitely compromise with us."

"Li Er will surely spit out to us the loss of our time."

"Okay." Wang Yueshan agreed, "This matter is on my shoulders."

On the third day of the sale of fine salt, there is no longer a limit, but the price has been increased by [-] times. Such a crazy price makes the people daunting.

His attitude towards Qin Mu changed from respect to cursing.

"Bullshit son-in-law, why did I only sell the amount for three days in the first two days? It turned out to be a sign for myself..."

"Hmph... I never expected that the son-in-law would make a fortune for the country, and His Majesty would not come out to stop it. I really don't know what to think..."

"Oh, I didn't expect the dream to come to naught in the end, let's go to Wang's to buy official salt..."

Hearing the people cursing Qin Mu, Wang Yuetian became even more excited.

Originally, he thought that Qin Mu was playing tricks, but from this point of view, he was just a fan of money.

"Hmph." Looking at the piles of fine salt in the treasury, Wang Yueshan couldn't help but snort, he really thinks highly of Qin Mu.

However, Qin Mu got what he wanted, and at the twenty-fold price, he made a lot of money.

The Wang family almost used up all their family property, and purchased all the fine salt in Qin Mu's hands at a price of [-] yuan.

The Wang family also reclaimed the official salt stored in the household department at a high price.

At this point, Qin Mu had no fine salt in his hands, the official salt in the hands of the household department, and table salt in the hands of the common people.

All the salt was in the hands of Mrs. Wang.

But Wang chose to close the salt shop.

Wang Yuetian wrote a letter with his own hand and sent it to the palace.

At this time, it is the best time to negotiate with Li Er, and Li Er has no cards in his second hand.

The production speed of Shandong Saltworks is also a drop in the bucket.

Moreover, if the Wang family burns two more salt fields, the people will definitely rise up.

From Wang Yuetian's point of view, Li Er has reached a dead end.

Chapter 1 A Heavy Blow

Chang'an City.

The people were angry and the atmosphere was heavy.

Royal Palace.

Ganlu Temple.

Li Er chatted and laughed happily with the crowd, and the atmosphere was out of tune with the city.

Creak----!

The palace door was pushed open, and Li Junxian walked in with a letter.

"Your Majesty, the old man Wang Yuetian sent you a letter, saying that he wanted to end this farce and make peace. He also said that Datang could not afford to burn another salt warehouse."

As Li Junxian said, he stepped forward and handed the letter to Li's second hand.

"Humph!" Li Er snorted coldly, and casually placed the letter on the oil lamp that had just been lit.

In just a split second, a fire dragon quickly devoured the letter.

"Your Majesty, don't you want to take a look?" Changsun Wuji had a smile on his face, and he hadn't felt so comfortable for a long time.

"Look? Do you still need to watch it?" Li Er said casually, with a flat expression, "It's nothing more than showing off his ugly face that he thinks he is a winner."

"Let Wang Yuetian enjoy the last day of madness. Tomorrow will be the time when his Wang family will be destroyed."

After the words fell, everyone's eyes fell on Qin Mu, the little ancestor.

"Mu'er, your fine salt is ready, there won't be any trouble." Changsun Wuji still couldn't help asking.

After all, this is about the life and death of Datang, and Qin Mu is the only card left in their hole.

"Don't worry, uncle." Qin Mu calmly said with a smile, "No matter how unreliable I am, I won't make fun of this kind of thing."

Changsun Wuji couldn't restrain the joy in his heart, "Hehe...Reliable, who dares to say that my Muer is not reliable."

Mentioning this, Li Er raised his brows slightly, "Qin Mu, you made a lot of money with that batch of fine salt, right? The price was increased by twenty times, tsk tsk tsk——"

"The Wang family's foundation has been established for hundreds of years, so how much money does it cost? In the end, it's cheap for you, kid. I have helped you so much, shouldn't I be paid some wages?"

"Salary?" Qin Mu frowned slightly, and said quietly: "Your Majesty, am I not helping you now? Besides, the Wang family's foundations are not all money, fields, mansions, shops, treasures, and industries are the ones that matter." Big head, how much real circulating silver is there?"

"If not, I will pay you some wages, and you will entrust me with the task of confiscating the Wang family?"

"Hehe..." Li Er smiled awkwardly, "I don't need to worry about confiscating the family property, as long as you pull out all the fine salt tomorrow, then I won't care about it with you." Selling silver for fine salt."

Immediately afterwards, Li Er looked at Li Junxian at the side, his eyes were cold, and he said in a deep voice: "Go, send a letter to Wang Yuetian, let him wash his neck, and wait for me to take his head."

into the night.

Wang's mansion.

Wang Yuetian crushed the letter in his hand, and Li Er replied with a letter, except for a dead letter, there was nothing else on the letter.

"Damn Li Shimin, you dare to be so arrogant. Since you want to play, then I will play with you to the end."

"Wang Yueshan."

"Patriarch." Wang Yueshan came forward from the side.

Wang Yuetian narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a hateful voice, "Burn that salt warehouse in the western suburbs of Chang'an City for me."

"Still burning?" Wang Yueshan widened his eyes and asked in astonishment.

During these days of fighting with Li Er, the economic loss suffered by the Wang family has been immeasurable.

"Burn." Wang Yuetian was decisive, "If Li Shimin doesn't compromise with the Wang family for a day, we will burn a salt warehouse and see how long his anger can sink."