Old man Xiang Yuexiang is a private salt dealer!

Zhu Da finally understood what the other party was doing, and the little things in his memory were combined to further prove this judgment. He had seen everyone go in and out of the house to buy and sell food, and exchange it for a small package. But the twelve-year-old Zhu Da knew that was nothing more. How could a young man care about the trivial matters of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar? How could he know about official salt and private salt?

No wonder the people in the village are respectful of Xiang Yue, and even Mr. Li's family makes him three points. In the public's understanding, this private salt dealer is no different from a desperate person.

When I was studying food processing, the teacher talked about ancient salt administration in class, and said a few words about private salt, which impressed Zhu Da very deeply because the ancient salt administration was very different from modern times, and I also learned about it in my spare time.

In this era, the low-quality and high price of official salt was a means of taxation by the imperial government in a sense. There may be official salt in the city, and the towns and villages are mostly private salt. Because salt goods involve the tax and profit of the government, the ban is very strict. At the same time, because of this monopoly and ban, the profit of private trafficking is also not low.

Although trafficking more than one pound of private salt in the law is a death row, those who actually preside over the trafficking of private salt are all powerful people, and even officials directly participate. This is nothing more than everyone's share of the fat and tacit gray livelihood, but they are just unlucky to go to the single gang, and the risk is not too big or small.

"......The risk of selling less than ten kilograms is the greatest. Maybe you will be arrested and beheaded. Those with more than one hundred kilograms depend on the means. Those with a thousand kilograms are how to make a fortune..." The teacher's joke back then is still fresh in memory.

Thinking about Xiang Yue leaving Baibao Village regularly, General Li turned a blind eye to it, and the supply of goods was also very stable. He should not be a hawker who ran to the single gang, but rather like a local merchant who was buying and distributing goods at all levels.

Now that Zhu Da can figure out these joints, the villagers of Baibao Village who have no knowledge may not be. On the one hand, they eat the private salt they sold to Yue, but on the other hand, they think that the other party is a desperate person. If they are too close, they will be in trouble. If they are just old soldiers who have been on the battlefield for the rest of their lives, they will not be so afraid in a border town military district like Datong.

This also explains a question. After Zhu Da and Zhou Qingyun approached, they were confused about the living standards of Xiang’s family. Can they live so well by being a hunter and buying fur? They ate all the meat by themselves? Zhu Da even doubted whether the other party was doing something robbery and murder.

The young and strong man in the cart helped to move the two pockets. The pockets must be salt. Zhu Da also noticed that there was a knife on the wheelbarrow, which must be of precaution.

Xiang Yue Xiang stared at Zhu Da, frowned, and was about to speak. This expression confirmed Zhu Da's judgment. After a few deep conversations that day, the person who became a disciple might be cut off.

At this moment, he heard the sound of the yard gate and opened it inward. Zhou Qingyun smiled and greeted him and said, "Uncle Xiang, you are back, okay, Uncle Eighth!"

The young and strong man named "Uncle Eight" nodded to Zhou Qingyun. Zhou Qingyun immediately noticed that Zhu Da was also at the door. He looked at Uncle Xiang, then looked at Uncle Eight, and looked at Zhu Da again. His eyes turned and said with a smile: "Uncle Xiang, Uncle Eight, Zhu Da's cooking is delicious. I have been with him these days. Let's have lunch together today!"

After saying this, the young and strong person who was pushing the cart was fine, but Xiang Yue was surprised. He glanced at the two teenagers for a few times, frowned and said, "Nothing!" Without saying anything else, he picked up his pocket and walked into the yard. Uncle Eight also picked up one and followed him. Zhou Qingyun came over to help him get the knife, and urged Zhu Da, "Come in quickly!"

Zhu Da was stunned for a moment, quickly walked into the door, nodding to Zhou Qingyun with gratitude. The other party was really a friend, and this was creating an opportunity for him.

"The yard is so fishy." Xiang Yue and the eighth uncle smelled something wrong as soon as they entered the yard. People who didn't eat fish were particularly sensitive to the fishy smell. The old man Xiang Yue Xiang immediately saw several fish hanging on the shelf and immediately roared: "Bastard, I'm not at home, you're having a big fuss!"

"Uncle Xiang, Uncle Eight, this fish is delicious, not worse than meat!" Zhou Qingyun explained hurriedly. When he heard this, Xiang Yue and Uncle Eight both looked skeptical.

Zhou Qingyun explained how delicious Zhu Da was, and Zhou Qingyun had no reason to deceive people in this matter. Although the two adults didn't believe it, they did not stop Zhu Da from approaching the stove.

"Heat the pancakes and steam the jerky and pickled vegetables together." Xiang Yue Xiang briefly reminded the old man. It seemed that he still didn't believe that Zhu Da could make the fish delicious, but he was too lazy to care. Anyway, the fish was not delicious, so he just used jerky and pickled vegetables to cook.

Zhou Qingyun agreed with a smile, then went straight to the stove, started to make a fire with Zhu Da to cook, and specifically reminded him: "If you want to learn martial arts, you have to look at this meal."

Zhu Da is not that naive, but the delicious meal can make Old Man Xiang have a good impression of him, which is more beneficial for learning from his master. This is really good this Zhou Qingyun people, but their martial arts cannot be said to be reliable. What is the "Six Swords of Arhats"? It's too ridiculous.

After understanding this old man's profession, Zhu Da became a little "generous" in using seasonings. Private salt dealers are well-off and are much better than poor farmers. There is no need to save so much. Stewed fish soup to save more ingredients. If you say it tastes good, you will naturally stir-fry and roast it. This time you use soy sauce to braise it.

When cooking, Zhu Da thought of one thing: what he did was very similar to playing games back then. He wanted to increase the favorability of Xiang's elders and young people to him by cooking food. Now Zhou Qingyun has increased a lot. What about Xiang's uncle? It depends on today's meal. Thinking of this, he laughed silently, which made Zhou Qingyun, who was adding firewood to the side, inexplicably.

After the taste came out, the old man Xiang and the eighth uncle both walked out of the room and came to the stove to take a look. Zhou Qingyun was even more excited, but he only said with a few complaints: "You are not a friend enough. You have to wait for Uncle Xiang to come back to use such a delicious way."

"I'm going to use it today." Zhu Da replied with a smile, "Save money on the condiments" and other words.

Because there were foreign guests, I used three fish this time, a full pot, the sauce was rosy and fragrant. When I served it on the table, the old man Xiang Yuexiang and the eighth uncle both swallowed their saliva. When the first chopsticks were in their mouths, the doubts on their faces were wiped out.

"Someone has tried to eat this thing, it is fishy, ​​bitter and smelly. Some people say that the ones made in Datong are delicious, but no one believes it. It turns out that it is so delicious." Uncle Eighth praised.

Xiang Yue's reserved expression may also be related to his age. He simply said, "It's delicious."

Saying more and talking less, everyone ate quite a bit. Fortunately, Zhou Qingyun left one for himself and Zhu Da in advance, but these three were not enough to eat.

"Next time I'll learn how to cook it. This thing is good, it's good, and it's not much different from meat." Uncle Na Ba said a few words.

The old man Xiang Yuexiang did not answer this sentence, but sighed instead. He looked at Zhou Qingyun who was eating voraciously, and then asked, "Is it really a thief coming in the mountains? Could it be a passing person?"

"How could it be a passing person? I heard from the manager that it was a deserter who committed crimes in the north. There were not many people, but he was brave and ruthless. If it weren't for the large number of people in the head of the country, they would have rushed in." Uncle Eight was full and talked happily.

Zhu Da and Zhou Qingyun both pricked their ears and listened. This was not a matter of family matters in the village. Xiang Bo's face was even more gloomy and he said in a muffled voice: "The news from the villages along the road will not be bad. It seems that he has really entered the mountain."

Speaking of this, Xiang Bo sighed and said dejectedly: "What kind of world is this? The Tartars are here again. There are leopards in the mountains, and there are actually bandits."

"Brother Xiang, you should stop hunting in the mountains. Not to mention entering the mountains, you should be careful in this village. The thieves in the mountains are going to go down the mountain. The manager has already said that the news on the official will be passed down soon."

Zhu Da and Zhou Qingyun were both confused and Zhu Da didn't understand. Hunting in the mountains was so important. This thought flashed through. To be more precise, there were too many things to think about. Xiang Bo and the "Eighth Uncle" brought a lot of information in his chat. After waking up, he only saw, heard and even remembered everything in Baibao Village. His parents' knowledge was also blocked, and the information outside was only the faint smoke from the sky, and nothing else.

But today's conversation brought about a few scales and claws from the outside world. Zhu Da subconsciously felt that the world was wider, which made him very excited.

After dinner, the eighth uncle pushed the cart away, which was filled with two bags of wheat grains. Before leaving, he said with a smile: "Let's eat fish and drink wine next time," he said.

As soon as the foreign guest left, Zhou Qingyun stepped forward. Although he had not spoken yet, Zhu Da could guess that Zhou Qingyun would help him beg for his master to learn martial arts. The other party's intention was good, but the time was not right, so Zhou Qingyun shouldn't have spoken about this matter. With this old man's insightful personality, if he thought he was close to Zhou Qingyun with a purpose, he would probably be even more disgusted.

But Zhou Qingyun didn't speak either, because Xiang Yue Xiangbo's face was gloomy and he could see that he was thinking about something difficult to do. At this time, he would have the opposite effect on whatever he wanted.

At the end, Xiang Yue Xiangbo looked at Zhou Qingyun first, and then said to Zhu Da: "You go home!"

He had a bad tone and waved his hand to signal. Zhu Da didn't say much, but Zhou Qingyun was a little anxious, but he didn't say anything after seeing Xiang Bo's expression.

When he walked out of Xiang's yard and heard behind him, "Go into the house, I want to ask you..." Zhu Da raised his head and breathed. The way to become a disciple was probably cut off in a short period of time. He felt very depressed and unwilling, but he was not angry, because this was natural. Why should he accept you as his disciple? Others have the ability to settle down and make a living, and for these fish without relatives or reasons, I will teach you for these fish?

Thinking about the elders and young people of the Xiang family, I am afraid that it only lasts ten days to talk and deal with each other. I used to be like strangers. I only knew each other for ten days, so why should I accept disciples and teach them?

Zhu Da thought while jogging. In the final analysis, he still had to rely on himself. No matter what, he exercised his body first and had already established a preliminary friendship with Zhou Qingyun. The road was not yet final, so just keep optimistic.

After handing over the grain, they said it was a slack farm, but every family still had to prepare for the winter. Before the rest was still there, the same was true for the Zhu family. After Zhu Da finished exercising, he went to hide the puddle by the river and then took the harvest home. After eating the fish these days, Zhu Da's parents were already looking forward to supper and had no doubts about Zhu Da's craftsmanship.

On the edge of the stove, Zhu Da and his mother Zhu Wang were busy. After returning home, he did not show any dismay or unwillingness. There was no need to worry his parents. Moreover, in this busyness, Zhu Da felt that his mood had improved.
Chapter completed!