Wu Wenxi was not only busy with official duties, but also had many social activities. Last night it was a banquet at Dongchuan Road. Tonight it was the magistrate of Bishan who came to visit and invited the Futai, Jiangbei Tongzhi and Ba County Zhengtang to accompany him.

Zhang Dejian is a friend of the house and is not among the invitations. Moreover, his son has traveled all the way from Yizhen's hometown, and he will not go even if he invites him. After dinner with his son, he asked about his hometown for a while, and then he took the exam for his son's studies with a stern face as if he had changed his face.

I don’t know if I don’t take the exam, but I’m extremely disappointed when I take the exam.

"Forget it, it seems that it's not a good thing to study!" Thinking of the chaos of peace, Zhang Dejian didn't want to blame his son, and signaled Zhang Shiheng, who was so scared that he knelt on the ground because he didn't study well, and said helplessly: "It's nothing if you can't get a good exam. In the future, you'll work with the third master like me."

"Dad, I'll listen to you."

"I am you, can I listen to others if I don't listen?" Zhang Dejian glared at him with a grudge, then cleaned up the desk and reminded him: "Sheng, you are a member of the Third Master, and you are the Third Master's family. Don't slap Uncle Han in the future, otherwise people will mistakenly think that you are turning your elbow out and you will think that you are scattering inside."

Thinking of everyone calling themselves "Master Zhang" when they were in Hai'an, and they could only do family members who ran errands here, Zhang Shiheng couldn't help but mutter: "I knew this a long time ago, so I might as well not come."

"Don't you want to find me?"

"Dad, it's not that I don't want to come to find you, I would rather be with Uncle Han..."

How could Zhang Dejian not know what his son was thinking? He interrupted without waiting for his son to finish his words: "What did you tell you just now? You have come here. Where can I go if I don't work as a servant here? Even if there is a place to go, even if there is something else to do, I can't let you go, otherwise what will the third master think and what will he think."

"Okay, I won't mention Uncle Han anymore."

"It's good to know," Zhang Dejian didn't want his son to think that he was ungrateful, so he patted his son's shoulders again: "Sheng, I know Han Zhixing treats you well and treats you as a nephew. It's not only good for you, but also for our Zhang family. If he hadn't brought you by his side, if he hadn't brought your sister and brother-in-law to the corner in time, I would have to send a white-haired man to the black man. For him, it might be just a small task, but it is a great kindness to my Zhang family. We must remember this kindness in our hearts, but there is no need to always talk about it."

"Dad, I thought you didn't know." Zhang Shiheng couldn't help but say.

"If your father doesn't even know the truth that the grace of a drop of water is to be repaid, can you still work with the third master until today?" Zhang Dejian asked back, and then said, "It's just that our father and son are not only slight, but they can't repay this kindness even if they want to repay it, but they also rely on others' roofs. They can only remember it in their hearts first."

"Dad, don't be angry, I blame you wrongly."

"How could dad get angry if you are so sensible?" Zhang Dejian sat at the desk and said thoughtfully: "But this incident reminded me that the Guangdong bandits were in chaos and were naturally not a good thing for those who were suffering from war, but it was not a bad thing for those who were talented and unacceptable. It can be said that it was a good time to make achievements."

Zhang Shiheng reacted and couldn't help but smile: "If the bandits hadn't caused trouble, Uncle Han wouldn't have changed from a ninth-rank inspection to a fifth-rank deputy in just two months!"

"Not only you, Uncle Han, but also Jiang Zhongyuan from Hunan, and Xiang Rong, the imperial envoy who is now in charge of military affairs in Jiangnan."

"Dad, you might as well plan to join the army to quell the rebellion?"

"The key to being a person is to know himself. I can't lead the troops and fight wars, but I can go to the army to serve, and do something else," Zhang Dejian didn't want to be a military officer for the rest of his life, so he stood up and said, "The master is short of people. If I have the chance in the future, I will go to the master to serve."

Although Wu Wenxi holds the power of Sichuan salt tea, he is just a douche after all.

Wu Wenrong is different, he is a real chief official.

The more Zhang Shiheng thought about it, the more excited he became, and couldn't help but say, "Dad, I'll go with you when I go to battle!"

"I am the only son like you, can you take risks with me?" Zhang Dejian waved his hand, thought about it and said, "What's more, if we father and son all leave, the third master will definitely not be happy. Listen to me, you are on the job for the third master, and I will go to the eldest master to play."

"But……"

"Don't, just settle it, and I may not be able to go." Zhang Dejian didn't want to talk about this topic anymore, and pointed to a stack of salt quotes that had just been taken out of the box: "Help me get it together, let me get it together tomorrow to send it to Duan Jiqing."

Yizhen is a Huaiyan distribution center like Yangzhou. The former two Huaiyan Salt Transportation Office was captured by bandits and bandits. Many people in Yizhen relied on salt to eat salt, and even sold private salt to make a living. Zhang Shiheng was not only native to Yizhen, but also went to Hai'an with Han Xiufeng to investigate private salt. He was not unfamiliar with salt rays and asked subconsciously: "Dad, give all so much salt rays to Mr. Duan?"

"What's wrong?"

"Does the third master know how much money is worth so much?"

"It's just what the third master asked him to give him, how could he not know?" Zhang Dejian paused and smiled and said, "Chuan salt is different from Huai salt. Don't look at so many seals, it's actually all missing and useless inductions, and it's not worth much money."

"Why is Sichuan salt different from Huai salt?"

Thinking that his son would be working in Wu Wenxi in the future, he could not understand nothing, Zhang Dejian signaled him to sit down and explained patiently: "From the year of Yongzheng, Sichuan was like Lianghuai, and there were also merchants and merchants in various places who sold salt. It was easy to pay taxes. It could be paid at least 2 million taels per year.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. By the 57th year of Qianlong's reign, the wells were dry and the stoves and merchants had no property, and they were unable to take classes. In order to finish the class, some prefectures and counties reported to the Taoist government and agreed to spread the salt and silver into the interior and collect the local people, and the salt was sold and eaten by the people."

Zhang Shiheng murmured: "Spread salt into the acres?"

"Yes, it means spreading salt into a mu. At that time, the main tax items were well-class, tax induction, Xianyu, and Xianyu. In salt-producing prefectures, such as Langzhong and other places, the four are collectively called "Tax institution, Xianyu". In prefectures, counties that do not produce salt, such as An County, Ba County, Xianyu, Xianyu, Xianyu and tax induction, are collectively called "Tax institution, Xianxiiangji"."

Zhang Dejian paused and then said: "Some prefectures and counties spread salt into a mu, so some prefectures and counties can still make profits and have the spare time to finish the course. Those prefectures and county officials have no reason to promote the spread salt into a mu. But this will be messed up. Those merchants and even the people who implement the spread salt into a mu can buy as much salt as they want to buy, and then sell to those prefectures and counties that do not implement the spread salt into a mu."

"This is private salt!" Zhang Shiheng blurted out.

"So the court did not allow Sichuan to implement the distribution of salt into a mu after it knew it, but those prefectures and counties that have already implemented the distribution of salt into a mu have already tasted the sweetness. For those prefectures and counties that have implemented the distribution of salt into a mu can not only complete the course, but also collect more and more losses to make up for the deficit of correcting taxes. They are all slanderous. The government and even the vassal officials also turn a blind eye to this in order to complete the distribution of salt into a mu. Not only did they fail to ban it, but more and more prefectures and counties that have implemented the distribution of salt into a mu."

"What happened later?"

"The court was worried that private salt would be leaked into prefectures and counties that did not implement the implementation of the salt accumulation of acres, and that Sichuan salt would be leaked into the Huai salt. Not only did it never allow Sichuan to spread the salt into acres that were repeatedly asked to spread the salt into acres, but every two or three years he ordered the Sichuan Governor to even send an imperial envoy to investigate the accumulated problems. However, Sichuan's salt affairs have become increasingly difficult to return. No matter who is sent, it is useless, and it has been delayed until today."

"Where do these aborted and missed inductions come from?" Zhang Shiheng asked in confusion.

"Didn't you just say that the distribution of salt into a mu of states and counties not only did not abolish the consent of the Ministry of Revenue and the Emperor, but instead became more and more intense. However, the salt law of the court is still there, so those prefectures and counties have to ask for salt intake every year while pretending to spread salt into the acres, and then maintain the rules of specialized business in attracting shores for face." Zhang Dejian smiled and continued: "This is how these waste intakes you see now."

"Speak one thing and do another, and collaborate on the emperor?"

"So it's hard to get back, so Sichuan's salt business is almost decadent."

"What's the use of Master Duan's use to ask these waste-induced inducement?" Zhang Shiheng asked.

Zhang Dejian explained: "Are there still many prefectures and counties that have not implemented the distribution of salt into a mu? If there is a ministry, you can go to the salt farm to buy salt, and if you buy salt, you can sell it to those prefectures and counties that have not implemented the distribution of salt into a mu. Duan Jiqing will not sell salt in 80% of the way, but you can transfer these missing and waste to those salt merchants."

Zhang Shiheng thought about it and asked again: "Dad, if these salt entries were transferred to those salt merchants, how much money could Mr. Duan earn?"

"It depends on whom I transferred it to. If I transfer it to a salt merchant who specializes in the sale of private salt in prefectures and counties, it will be worth two or three thousand taels. If I transfer it to a salt merchant in prefectures and counties that have not invaded much private salt, I can earn at least ten thousand taels. However, compared to the favors that I owe Han Zhixing, this amount of waste is really nothing."

"That's right, when you think about it carefully, the third master actually didn't spend a tael of silver."

"I won't talk about this anymore, and I won't be allowed to talk about the Third Master behind my back."

"I know, I won't say it anymore."

Zhang Dejian nodded with satisfaction, then pointed to the desk and said, "Shiheng, since you know that Uncle Han treats you well, you have arrived in Ba County and have found me. You must write him and report your safety. Write it quickly, and write it and bring it to Duan Jiqing tomorrow. Duan Jiqing will definitely have a way to help you Uncle Han."

"Okay, I'll write it now."

"You write first, and I will write it even after I finish writing. It's just a nonsense to say thank you for your kindness. People have recreated their kindness to my Zhang family. How can I, Zhang Dejian, not write a book to thank you!"

Thinking of those days in Hai'an, Zhang Shiheng couldn't help but smile and said, "Dad, Uncle Han really never thought about how to repay us. Uncle Han is really not a person who can repay kindness."

Zhang Dejian nodded, then clenched his fists and said, "He does not want to repay his kindness, but we must not repay this kindness! If I can't repay it, I can only rely on you. If you can't repay it, then let the descendants of our Zhang family repay it. I don't believe that the day when the Zhang family has not turned over!"
Chapter completed!