In the evening, there were still people coming and going at the door. Salted fish is one of the cheapest sources of protein for the poor. Many people walked away with big fish shaking and satisfied. The simplicity clothes that were called to sell fish were scattered there and were busy with the abacus. The two Wen family members kept carrying fish from the bucket, saying that Wen Shao has now advanced from a pimp to a professional manager, and two Shandong merchants who are rushing to buy a northern goods are still discussing with him how much cheaper it can be bought in the whole bucket. Seeing Mao Jue come out, the guy even gave him a thumbs up.

Then there were people from the Hundred Houses. These days, the people from the Hundred Houses in the Hundred Houses were really hard enough. They dig salt fields and went out to sea to fish for Mao Jue. Nowadays, military households were almost taken for granted for private work for generals. When the money box was pulled into the Hundred Houses, they received the strings of copper coins. The first feeling of these fishermen was not happy, but stunned.

Seeing the silly look under his command of a large group of people who had never seen the world before, Pang Dahai was so angry that he started to scream with swear words.

"It's all damn mute, right? I haven't seen Mr. Qianhu rewards, and I'm not fucking thanking me. Isn't this money a fuckingly wanted?"

This really makes me wake up the dreamer. These days, these days, the salt and big fish are dried, so that fishermen like African friends are bent down and bowed together, and the old and young men are trembling without any worries.

"Thank you Mr. Qianhu! Thank you Mr. Qianhu!"

"All up!"

Not to mention, Mao Jue has now started to have the lead of their business manager, raising his chest and placing his belly, humming slander in an official voice, and gestured upward with a proud look.

"I will remember it in the future. I will follow the young master. I will be fine. If you are good at performing well, I will be rewarded with you. But if anyone is cheating, I will be severely punished by anyone, and I will understand if I understand!"

"I understand! I understand!"

A group of fishermen nodded without any tricks, and looked at Mao Jue and nodded with satisfaction. No matter what era it is, it is impossible to do something without anyone helping him. Now, these guys have been temporarily baited by their carrots. They are the leaders, Wen Meng, Pang Dahai and others are middle-level cadres. Now most of the villages have become lower-level employees, and the team has a team. Whether they can develop as spectacular as Jack Ma in the future depends on how they manage it.

Originally, it was a military household, and it was easy to distribute it. The two strong men from the Zhao family's general bannermen went to Xiaolu Island to dry salt, while the military households of the Pang family and Lijia Baihu Office went to sea to fish and expand production. An economic chain that relies on the sea began to slowly take shape.

As a military household, there is no chance to make money all year round. Although the past month is hard, every household is still very happy to go home with hundreds of cents of money. Even the white rice that I reluctantly took out on weekdays has been gone to the country. Children in the village run around happily, just like a festival.

But Pang Dahai couldn't be happy.

The 50-year-old men gathered together by him. They all had dark faces, wore ragged Ming army cotton armor, knives on their waists, and held a torch in one hand. According to Mao Jue's instructions, he gathered all the soldiers in the Baihu Station. Seeing Mao Jue having a meal with his old man Pang Baihu at his house, slowly walking out with the oil stains on his mouth, Pang Dahai quickly stepped forward and bowed.

"Master Qianhu, as you ordered, everyone is ready, but..."

After hesitating, the guy who was targeted at the deer-headed rat still couldn't help asking.

"Master Qianhu, there are so many shallow turtles in this military camp. Are you going to block the water?"

I really don’t know who was blindly offended the God of Wealth in Thousand Houses. But Mao Jue doesn’t care. He has a background and will step on whoever he wants. But his small flag in the sea must care. People dare not touch Mao Jue. It’s not like pinching a lice to deal with him. He will be in trouble when he moves his mouth.

However, even so, he was unlucky and had to follow Mao Jue to jump into the oil pan now. Not to mention anything else, the three hundred households sold the fish and the family would be worth ten taels of silver, which would be equivalent to more than 10,000 yuan in the future. It was only one month before Mao Jue got angry and refused to let them get fucked, maybe there would be no fish. At that time, the real person in charge of the three hundred households would have to be kicked down.

Unfortunately, even if he knew that Mao Jue didn't let him do what he wanted, he glanced at these dark veterans, and Mao Jue only snorted faintly.

"Follow me, you will know then!"

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Dongjiang Town was run by Mao Wenlong, which was almost equivalent to his private army. Except for Shen, Zhao, most of the generals, and most of the guerrilla garrison level were accepted by Mao Wenlong as adopted sons and grandsons. Although this relationship may not be effective at critical moments, just like Yuan Chonghuan killed Mao Wenlong in front of the generals of Pidao, and these sluts did not even dare to let go of these sluts, but usually, no one dared not to give the face of the eldest young master of the Mao family.

If other soldiers went out for a stroll during the day and brought dozens of people back to the barracks at night, they would not know how many times they had lost their heads. But in Xidaying, seeing that Mr. Mao Qian, who was drinking with his peers and calling him brothers, came back, the soldiers guarding the gate nodded and opened the door of the camp.

He was photographed back in the afternoon. Mao Jue's twelve personal soldiers and the personal soldiers' flag Wen Meng had already been waiting by the beach with a knife. When he saw Mao Jue come back, Wen Meng's face was full of excitement, fearing that the world would not be in chaos.

"Master, those grandchildren have not come back yet!"

"That's good!"

Looking at the dark sea, only the lighthouse of Pi Island was still lit, and the sea was still so calm, and Mao Jue's mouth also outlined a gloomy smile.

"Everyone has put out the torches, wait!"

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At night, except for the waves slamming the coast, the rest of the sea is as quiet as a cemetery. However, like the hidden night, fish, crabs, etc., there are always people who can't help it.

It was almost eleven o'clock in the middle of the night. Suddenly, the sound of paddling sounded on the dark sea surface. Drops of water slid from the oars into the sea. A giant creature slowly entered the military port with two small boats under the waving of the military flag. Then, the soldiers set up ladders, broke down, and began to prepare for getting off the boat.

The last time Mao Jue came back with the boat was in the afternoon, but now he has found out clearly that he has to come back normally in the evening. After all, the secrets that are disclosed are also secrets, and they still need to be covered up.

The torches were shaking brightly. The soldiers on the boat carried some heavy boxes, and heyyou carried them off the boat with shouts, and then piled them on the dock, just like the pile of things that Shen Baihu hesitated many times last time, but wanted to move but didn't move. After all, sailing is a hard job, and it is about to be able to go home, and it is still a bit more comfortable. These soldiers were all in a happy mood, and they didn't pay attention to the fact that there were many eyes in the darkness.

Suddenly, the gongs sounded, and fifty or sixty torches suddenly lit up. Before the soldiers on the ship could react, the Ming army suddenly rushed out and surrounded the pile of goods, blocking them all behind. Of course, the soldiers would not do it, and they shouted and scolded and wanted to come up and rob. However, the group of people came very arrogantly. They directly lit up the knife and beat and scolded and kicked the people back. In such a hustle and bustle, a general wearing a hundred-house costume came down from the ship, hugged his arms, and walked arrogantly and annoyed to the front of the pile of goods.

"Damn it, I think who dares to be fucked on my territory? The surname Pang, you have eaten the courage of Xiongxin and leopard. Do you dare to rob me of my Husband? Don't you want to live?"

This guy was domineering in the Qianhu Office. Looking at his arrogant and arrogant look, many soldiers from the three families and hundreds of families were trembling.

But before Pang Dahai could speak, a long shout rang out from behind the crowd.

"I'm really fucking the brilliance of Xiong Xin and Leopard! I just want to blow up a thorn on Zhang Baihu's territory. I really want to see how I died?"

This breath made Zhang Mengfu almost suffocate in one breath. However, after seeing the person clearly, he couldn't help but take a breath, then quickly lowered his head and clasped his fists heavily.

"Master Qian!"

"I won't be punished to death?"

He glanced at the Baihu with his eyes slanted, and then Mao Jue tilted his head.

"Put it open for me!"

Holding a big crowbar, Wen Meng personally pried boxes one by one. Not to mention, they were all good things. The big city gems, Baitou Shan Fenzi wine, and rainbow satin, which are specialized in the Kingdom of Korea. They are made in Korean clothes in later generations, as well as mushrooms, wild ginseng, Dongzhu, and mink. In short, I brought all the specialties from Liaodong here. The price from the Pi Island here is thousands of taels of silver. A lot of things are shining under the torch, and people can salivate.

"What's this?"

Nowadays, if you want to survive, you have to be ruthless. You took out the energy of the young and dandy, tilted your head, pointed at the boxes with one hand, and knocked the head of the Baihu's shoulder with the other. Mao Jue asked with a slanted eyes.

"When I go back to Master Qianhu, I brought some private goods. The life of being a soldier is hard, and the court has not been able to make it. I really can't make it. Master Qianhu, please, please be proud!"

Life is like a spring. If you are weak, he will be strong. Mao Jue looks awesome and coquettish, but he calms down the Zhang man and looks sad. This guy looks pitiful and whispers to Mao Jue in a low voice.

It would be fine if I didn't know the inside story, but these Qiu Bas were like loaches. Mao Jue was not using this trick. He glanced at him and tilted his head and shouted to Wen Meng beside him.

"What's the matter with seventeen characters and fifty-four kills? It seems that a hundred households have forgotten!"

"Back to my sir!"

Wen Meng is Mao Jue's hardcore. This guy is afraid that the world will not be in chaos when he causes trouble. When Mao Jue shouted, the guy immediately shook his head and responded sarcastically.

"There are many complaints, angering the general, and not obeying the constraints, and it is even more difficult to control the situation. This is called building an army, and those who violate it will be killed!"

"When the money and food are in charge, A private relatives are in charge, and the soldiers are in a grudge. This is a bad army, and those who violate the enemy will be killed!"

He was a smuggling for smuggling that the court would not pay the wages and could not survive. All of these fell into the military law. Looking at Zhang Baihu, who looked ugly and like eating Rexiang, Mao Jue tilted his head proudly again.

"Come, move away!"

"I see who dares to move!"

It was really furious. With a bang, Zhang Meng's sword pulled out and directly hit Pang Dahai. The murderous tip forced Mao Jue's soldiers to retreat. Following the six or seven personal soldiers behind him, they also pulled the sword together. In that way, if there was a disagreement, it seemed that they would be about to get angry and have a life-and-death battle.

But what happened next made Wen Meng, a veteran who crawled out of the dead, sweat a lot. He was like a bachelor, tilting his head. Mao Jue actually put his neck on the blade and patted himself, humming gloomy.

"Come on! Cut it as you like here!"

If it's too soft, then it's hard. However, if he cut Mao Jue, Zhang Meng's mansion really dared to do so. That's a rebellion, and the whole family is beheaded! His voice and expression are harsh, and this guy sneered gloomy.

"Master Qian, I have no intention of offending you, but this thing is what General Shen Shen ordered. You have always taken it like this, so it's hard to explain to Marshal Shen!"

"Look, let's take a step back. This is what happened today..."

"What does General Chen want?"

Is it really that enemies are not gathering? The family is incompatible with Chen Sanniang. The Shen family is involved in the army! Looking at Mao Jue's gloomy appearance, he thought he was scared by this playboy. Zhang Meng's mansion was so proud that he tilted his head.

"I'm not respectful to the Lord..., Lord, what do you mean?"

One hand was pinched by Mao Jue's iron pliers. Looking at the guy's astonished expression, Mao Jue's face was full of a gloomy smile and a grinning in a slight grin.

"You said these things are Shen Shikui's right? Very good. Now I will take you to the Chen Mansion to ask in person. If it is his, I will apologize and take it over for him personally. But if it is not, tsk tsk, let's meet in front of military law and leave!"

In an instant, the eight-foot-foot-strong man in Zhang Meng's mansion was soaked on his back.

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Kneel down and kowtowed, Zhang Mengfu left the port in disgrace and lost his heart. This thing was for Shen Shikui. But when he really made trouble in front of Shen Shikui, he would not be able to admit it, so he would leave someone with a slight talk. At that time, the unlucky one would definitely be a small household. Since Mao Jue dared to go to Shen Shikui to question him in person, he must have the confidence.

At this point, Zhang Baihu couldn't get hard anymore. Thirty-six strategies were the best choice.

Full of admiration, Pang Dahai shouted and moved all the good things that Zhang Meng's mansion had worked hard to smuggle from North Korea and even from Jiannu. With a look, Mao Jue looked at the direction where the soldiers from Zhang's family were withdrawing, and hummed at the soldiers under his hands in a slight manner.
Chapter completed!