Half a month later, Zhao Quan and his group returned to Zhaojia Village in turmoil and carried back several corpses. Zhao Yan looked at the corpses. They were servants of the Zhao family. It was obvious that someone died in this transaction.

Zhao Quan's arm was wrapped in gauze, and he was obviously injured. Zhao Yan hurriedly took them down to rest and prepared food.

"What's going on?" Zhao Yan asked in surprise.

"In Laizhou, we met a group of salt vendors who wanted to eat black. The old slave tried his best to fight back and stole their private salt. However, five of us died." Zhao Quan sighed and said.

"Uncle Quan worked hard all the way, just come back. The families of the dead must be placed in good health." Zhao Yan comforted.

"I know," Zhao Quan nodded and said, "This transaction made 2,300 taels of silver. Most of the salt farms in Denglai were affected by the Kong Youde Rebellion. Originally, the old slave bought not much private salt, and most of the silver was still from the private salt he stolen."

"Let's talk about entering the house first." Zhao Yan said.

After entering the house and sitting down, Zhao Quan explained in detail the process of the dispatch.

There are seventeen salt farms in Shandong and four places in Dengzhou. This time, Zhao Quan went to the four salt farms, but he didn't buy much salt.

The salt fields all over the place were depressed and the salt households were no longer there.

In the past, when the Zhao family did this private salt trafficking business, they bought salt in Dengzhou and then sold it to Beizhili, where there was a buyer who had been online.

I didn’t buy salt in Dengzhou this time, so I could only go to Laizhou to buy it.

Although Laizhou has also experienced the influence of Kong Youde's rebellion, it is not as serious as Dengzhou after all, and many salt fields are still producing salt normally.

But the Zhao family has no way to go in Laizhou, so they don’t buy much private salt.

Zhao Quan, who originally thought that he would not make any money when going out this time, met his peers and wanted to eat his salt. The number of people on the other side was twice that of the Zhao family, and in theory he could eat it.

However, the Zhao family's servants were trained and fought. Although the training was not very formal, there was a burst of blood. After killing more than a dozen people in the fight, the other party saw that the Zhao family's servants were not afraid of death, and finally couldn't hold on, and a group of people were defeated and fled.

The salt dealer who originally wanted to eat the Zhao family's salt goods lost his own salt goods.

"Now that Dengzhou salt farm has not been restored, the salt trading incident may not be carried out in the near future. We must pave the road as soon as possible." Zhao Quan said.

"Well! The wealth of salt sales cannot be lost." Zhao Yan nodded. Salt is something that everyone cannot do without, and the profits in it are so great that it is shocking. If it can occupy this market, it will definitely be more profitable than glass mirrors.

"Ming said I would take people to Laizhou." Zhao Quan decided to say.

"No hurry. Uncle Quan will follow me to see something first." Zhao Yan shook his head and stood up, walked towards the back hall. Zhao Quan quickly got up and followed.

Zhao Yan brought out a large one-meter-long and wide mirror over there. At this moment, the mirror had already been framed, but the square mirror was not very beautiful. Zhao Yan did not consider this at the beginning and had asked Blacksmith Zhou to create a rectangular iron plate.

"This is...a diorama!" Zhao Quan looked at the mirror in surprise. He really couldn't figure out how this mirror appeared. The Zhao family didn't have this thing before.

This time when Zhao Quan went out to do business, he left 1,000 taels of silver. The family didn't have much money left and couldn't afford expensive dioramas.

In addition, the diorama in front of him is also very strange. The artificial Western frames are all Western style, while the frame of the mirror in front of him is Eastern style. He has never seen such a large diorama.

"When Uncle Quan went out this time, I made this thing while I was idle." Zhao Yan said.

"What! Young Master, you... did you make it?" Zhao Quan was stunned. When he was in Zhangpu, he often came into contact with sea trade. After all, Yuegang is not far from Zhangpu. He knew the origin of this diorama the most. Only one country among the Westerners could make it, and the technology was extremely strict.

"Um!"

"What's the cost?" Zhao Quan immediately came to his senses and asked about the cost of the glass mirror.

"The materials don't require much silver, so it's easy to build this mirror. With these frames, the cost should be less than one tael of silver." Zhao Yan said with an estimate.

"One...one or two..." Zhao Quan was shocked and stammered at the mirror, unable to help but think about it "that..."

"We are going to get rich, so what we have to do now is sell these mirrors." Zhao Yan said with a smile.

"Yes, yes, you have to sell this mirror." Zhao Quan rubbed his hands and said, "As long as you sell these mirrors, you will not have to worry about no money."

"Young Master, besides you, anyone else knows how to make this mirror?" Zhao Quan said: "If there is one, you must be closely monitored to prevent the secret recipe from leaking."

"I made these mirrors by myself, and I only know the method." Zhao Yan said.

"This matter should be cautious and not missed the news in case of being targeted by others. It is better to just pretend to be bought from Westerners." Zhao Quansheng was steady and soon thought of all aspects.

"Put the salt trading aside first. The most important thing is to buy mirrors after they are sold. We have to recruit refugees to produce them. We have to prepare food, ploughing tools, and oxen." Zhao Yan knew that selling mirrors was not the main thing, but the main thing was to build the 'war machine'.

To compete with the Qing Dynasty, we must build a huge war machine and turn everyone into parts in the machine, and each part can perform its own functions.

War machines like thieves are very rough and low-level. The number of people seems to be so large that they make people's scalp explode, but in fact they are vulnerable.

There is still a long way to go to make every part more powerful. But as long as you build a machine and put all aspects on the right track, Zhao Yan will save you a lot of worry.

"How many people are you planning to recruit?" Zhao Quan asked.

"You need as much as you have." Zhao Yan said directly.

Zhao Quan couldn't help but be slightly stunned and said, "But our Zhao family does not have so many land resettlements!"

"I didn't buy it." Zhao Yan said.

"But they don't sell it." Zhao Quan shook his head and said.

"If you don't sell it, you'll beat him to sell it." Zhao Yan said coldly. The so-called heavy dictation used in troubled times, those who cannot contribute to the anti-Qing Dynasty and want to hinder his development can only be wiped out by force.

Zhao Quan took a breath and couldn't help but look at the little master again.
Chapter completed!