It should be said that as a businessman, Guo Kedao, the military officer, is still very excellent. He gave Qin Bai a recommendation, a semi-surrounding valley facing the sea. It is not a completely closed terrain, which can extend through the flat and low hills on the south to a very wide mudflat. However, there is nothing else in the mudflat except weeds. Therefore, it can also be said that this is completely closed.

"Brother Bai, this place is not far from the Fushan Temple market, so it is convenient to buy some things. However, it is basically separated from the locals, so it will be less trouble in the future. Moreover, it is spacious enough, with dozens of tiles of flat land, and there is definitely nothing to live in a few hundred people. It is convenient to go out to sea to fish in the future. The monsoon in the summer is also small, and there are several islands outside to cover it. Even... the masters of the Salt Gang will definitely give you face. Get some salt goods to subsidize, and the dead grass for boiling salt is everywhere, and outsiders don't know what's happening inside."

Guo Kedao was smart and thought he understood Qin Bai's intention. If it weren't for private salt, who would have liked such a place? In this era, fishermen were poorer than tenant farmers. It was really easy to catch seafood, but there was no place to sell it? There was no refrigerator, so how could they be transported? Moreover, there were no big cities near Fushan Station, which were not only made of salted fish, but also made of salted fish. However, there were salted fish everywhere in the coastal area, and the purchase price was much lower than that of fresh fish.

However, when Qin Bai heard this, he was very satisfied with this place. If the valley was really closed like this, he could slowly relocate the match workshop to Fushan. What he needed was industrial land, not agricultural land. If everything went well, he would leave Jingjiazhuang in the future and there would be no messy disputes in the world.

"Brother Guo, what should I sell it?" Qin Bai asked with a smile.

After secretly looking at Qin Bai, Guo Kedao boldly stretched out three fingers: "Brother Bai, how about Sanqianliang?"

"..." Qin Bai couldn't help but look at Guo Kedao for a few times, and admired him. He is such an excellent businessman! He can be a typical example of asking for money and life. The water-watered land in Denglai Palace is only 5 to 10 taels, and the thin land in Fushan Station is at most three taels per acre. But this kind of wasteland that even dogs can't go to, dare to offer more than one tael?

Seeing Qin Bai's face turned gloomy, Guo Kedao hurriedly said, "Brother Bai, it's really not that there are so many people in the garrison area to ask for prices. You should also know that the imperial court rules that the land of the garrison area must not be taken out. Our Fushan District has a lot of relationships. Not to mention that there are so many people in the Thousand Household Office who have the money to share, we have to deal with it. Just to settle in the outside world, we have to suppress the criticism below. Besides, in addition to our willingness to sell, how many people outside are willing to sell? That's it! The mountains surrounding you are all yours. You want as much as the tidal flats outside, as long as you have the ability to open up the land. Brother, I can give in and only charge 2,000 taels. But there are two requirements: one is the newly renovated place, and you need to pay one tael per acre per acre; the other is that if you cook salt and dry salt, you will be considered a share in our Fushan District in the future?"

Hearing this, Qin Bai was a little moved again. It was not that he could not find a better one after searching slowly, but that Guo Kedao happened to appear at the right time and at the right place. Thinking of this, Qin Bai no longer hesitated: "Two thousand taels promise you, one tael per acre of income from land reclamation will also promise you. I can't do it when boiling salt and drying salt. I also can't afford to be Jun Ye of the Salt Gang. In this way, I can share some business with your Thousand Household Office. Not to mention more, there are three to four hundred taels per month. It can be considered as giving you some compensation to Fushan Institute?"

Anyway, Qin Bai would not eat enough to open up the land. Even if the land was opened, it would still be impossible to grow crops. It would be better to divide some matchsticks and give the matchbox business to Fushan Station, so that it would be convenient to deal with those locals in the future.

...

However, when the decision was announced in the evening, Li Gan suddenly asked the same thing: "Second brother? Are we really going to sell private salt?"

"Fuck! You don't know why you bought land?" Qin Bai cursed. If you really want to make money, just make more matches. Not to mention that your relationship with the Salt Gang is OK. If you are crazy, you will want to sell private salt. Is it necessary to start your own business? As long as you bow to Huang Jun, you will probably be the leader of the Salt Gang in the future.

"But...but can't you spend all your money? Why do you want to buy these broken lands on the beach?" Li Gan was a little dissatisfied. Because Qin Bai's actions were really puzzling. Just like someone in modern times suddenly spent tens of millions to buy a desert, it is hard not to remind people that there is a large oil field under the desert.

For a moment, Qin Bai found that it was really hard to explain himself. Now, Yongsheng is from top to bottom. Except for their boss, others are either obsessed with the world, or go with the flow, or enter the world for no reason. Anyway, they all think that they are already from the world. Only Qin Bai, the boss, has become a "traitor", and actually wants to lead everyone out of the world, live and build with peace of mind.

Just as Qin Bai was thinking about how to explain, Cao Dacai next to him suddenly said, "Big boss, let's break the rafters first! If you want to make money with private salt, you don't agree. But you have to come secretly. When the salt gang really collapses, it's not too late to do anything."

Everyone around nodded and agreed with Cao Dacai's statement. It seemed that the salt merchants and wealthy people had already become deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. These brothers still didn't know that the profits of matches were much higher than those of private salt. They even fantasized that Yongsheng could sell private salt.

"Damn!" Qin Bai was really anxious. Did these bastards eat too much soy sauce? Do you really believe that you can sell private salt by brain? But when he was about to explain, he suddenly felt something was wrong with Cao Dacai's words, "Wait, the big jackal, the salt gang collapsed? What does this mean?"

"Oh, the news just came that Jun Ye of the Salt Gang suffered a great loss in Juzhou and lost a lot of people. There are many rumors outside now, and some say that even Jun Ye has been broken into it. I heard that he was ambushed by Yangzhou people, and they fell in love with the territory of Denglai Prefectures."

Qin Bai suddenly realized that Li Gan and the others thought they had received the news, so they couldn't wait to make an action first: "Fuck! I really didn't think about eating salt. I promise not!"

Can you get involved in the melee between the cross-river and the local snake in the private salt market? Even if they both suffer losses, it will definitely lead to a chaotic battle in the world. Do you think that there are not enough enemies now? To be honest, even if someone gives private salt to himself, the farther away the better.

"No?" Everyone was skeptical, "Brother Bai, why do you want to buy it?"
Chapter completed!