"Is this a noble young man? Haha, Yuan has heard of Mr. Mao's name in Ningyuan, so Mr. Mao doesn't have to rush. People always have to do something confused when they are young. Besides, the court also talks about the rules. Maybe Mr. Mao is just blinded!"

With his hands behind his back, Yuan Chonghuan actually talked about his love for Mao Jue slowly.

But sometimes beating you may not be hating you, and helping you may not be for your own good. Mao Wenlong's face suddenly froze there ugly. The civil servant's methods are so insulting that he knows clearly. Yuan Chonghuan had wanted to retire and return home and give up Dongjiang Town before. Now he has left a handle on Mao Jue to threaten him.

If this crime is really pursued, it will be impossible to get rid of the skin without losing its skin.

However, after being slapped and rubbed his face, Mao Jue was not at all nervous. He even came to Yuan Chonghuan aggressively like an angry young man and scolded him angrily.

"Since the beginning of spring, Dongjiang Town has not received any military pay for four months. I wonder what the supervisor will explain!"

"Rebellious, stop talking!"

A Qianzheng yelled at the governor. In the Ming Dynasty, Mao Jue also called him a commendable courage. It was a bit of a loss, but Mao Wenlong hurriedly thought that it would not stop him, but was exaggerated by Mao Jue's aggressive attitude, and Yuan Chonghuan waved his hand in anger.

"The court is in a tight position and the emperor is always sluggish in his spare time. In order to pay for several months of military pay, can Mr. Mao even understand the difficulty of the court? How can you be a minister like this?"

"But why does Liaodong Town have a salary? I don't have Dongjiang. Could it be that my Dongjiang is not the Ming army town? Is this lonely person who hung over the sea to starve to death?"

"this……"

In fact, as soon as he started to argue, Yuan Chonghuan was detained. What is his identity? The Liaodong Supervisor and the top leader of the entire Northeast War Zone, and with Mao Jue, a young general, he seemed to be inadequate. Besides, Mao Jue really shouted that he had a rant. He cut off Mao Wenlong's military pay to make him surrender, but before Yuan Chonghuan took office, Ningyuan had already had a mutiny. In order to pacify Liaodong Town, he also paid a lot of military pay.

This is a common method used by the government, but after all, it cannot be put on the table. Especially when Mao Jue shouted out, the generals of Dongjiang Town obviously showed dissatisfaction. This was what Yuan Chonghuan cared about the most. After stuttering for a while, the Liaodong governor's face became more and more gloomy and he asked in a slight slight question.

"I am indeed wrong in the poor dispatch, but this is not a reason to sell private salt!"

"The supervisor has a noble status, but you can't slander the generals at will. As the supervisor just said, I, the Ming Dynasty, have laws! What evidence does the supervisor have to sell private salt?"

Mao Jue's seven dissatisfied with eight resentment. The market aunt's face turned red and her neck was thick, and she pulled her neck and shouted, which made Yuan Chonghuan even more angry. Her face was as deep as water. He suddenly turned around and pointed at the sea and shouted.

"Why are you a blind man on Xiaolu Island? "

"The court laws prohibit the sale of private salt, but it is not prohibited to dry salt, right?"

"If you don't sell private salt, what's the purpose of laying the salt fields on the peninsula?"

Finally, Mao Jue was talking about the point, and he held his head with confidence.

"Pickled fish!"

"Pickled fish?"

The Liaodong Supervisor once again made Mao Jue choke, with policies from above and countermeasures from below. Since Emperor Wu of Han made a specialty in salt and iron, whenever the salt price rises, the people have some delicious countermeasures from above. Pickles and salted fish, which can get salty without selling salt, began to become popular. Even the powerful and powerful in the court began to take advantage of this. It is said that the eunuch Liu Jin sold private salt, and a truck of salt was placed on a fish, and he kept shouting that he was selling pickled fish.

In Yuan Chonghuan's opinion, Mao Jue also took advantage of this loophole.

Before he could feel disdainful, Mao Jue was the fighter jet transformed into a rooster, nodding proudly in Mao Wenlong's stunned gaze.

"That's right!"

"The supervisor will not pay military salaries, and the last general will not let the soldiers under his command starve to death. In the past few months, he has been relying on pickled fish to survive!"

"The sea is rich and the products are abundant. The island is hanging overseas and is surrounded by sea. You should eat it in the sea. There are many boats in our town. If you go down one net, you can get no less than a thousand kilograms of fish. Marinated with salt, it can be stored for a year. Moreover, the fish is fat, and a kilogram of fish is enough to be used as two or three kilograms of grain. In the past few months, the last time I will use the pickled fish to support the coarse grains of Chuyun Island."

"There are still fish in this port. The supervisor doesn't believe it. He sent someone to take it and see it, and the person comes!"

Before Yuan Chonghuan refused, Mao Jue shouted again. His words just now were half true, but the fish bucket hidden here was real. After he caught too many fish, he began to explore the market into the military camp. Some of the food and salary in Xidaying was replaced by his salted fish.

However, this thing is naturally not very pleasant. A big bucket is opened on the spot. Even Mao Wenlong is so angry that he covers his nose and takes two steps back. He is almost used to it. Mao Jue reaches out to take out a sea bass from the bucket, waves it to Yuan Chonghuan, and says brightly.

"This is a fish catch a month ago. All the salt production of Kashima is used on this fish. The supervisor can take a look!"

To be honest, Mao Jue was just to disgust Yuan Chonghuan. However, he didn't expect that the black barbarian actually reached out and took it without hesitation. Zhao Shujiao, the general next to him, opened his mouth to scold Mao Jue with an ugly expression, but Yuan Chonghuan stopped him. He weighed the sea fish weighing two or three pounds twice, and smelled it with his nose. He actually nodded with an expert.

"It's really fresh and edible. Was this really a month ago?"

He was really surprised. Mao Jue was a little arrogant this time and nodded carefully.

"That's right, there are still 300 barrels and more than 30,000 kilograms in the military port cellar, all of which were beaten a month ago, and two months ago."

"How many fish can you get in that month?"

After changing his aggressiveness just now, Yuan Chonghuan asked Mao Jue a little humbly, and he couldn't figure out his routine. This time, Mao Jue answered truthfully more carefully.

"At the end, the three hundred households under the command were divided into 50 pounds of salt. The fishing masters and fishing masters went to the sea together and went out to the sea for ten days without returning. They could almost fish for 20,000 to 30,000 pounds a month!"

The ocean fishing industry in ancient China was really not very developed. It can be seen from the Tang and Song lyrics that many of the great poets and lyrics praised river food, but few of them praised seafood. Few sea fish salvaged along the coast were transported to the mainland. These poets could not eat it at all, so naturally they could not start writing.

In contrast, Europe's ocean fishery is too developed. The Dutch herring can be exported to Germany and France through the Hanseatic League. With the agricultural products of herring, it supports the accumulation of primitive capital of a marine overlord. It is also the rapid advancement of navigation technology brought about by ocean fishing that has allowed the West to complete a great geographical discovery and is currently involved in the new continent.

Even though he was born in Guangdong, Yuan Chonghuan did not expect that he would look down at the sea fish in the bucket and smiled for the first time when he was fishing enough sea food from the sea.

"Sun Tzu's art of war is said to eat the enemy for one bell, and I should be twenty bells, and I should be twenty stones! I should eat on the spot because the food is in the sea. Mr. Mao is beyond our reach. Yuan admires it!"

This guy actually praised me!

Seeing Yuan Chonghuan laughing, slap himself on the shoulder, and taking the opportunity to wipe the smelly and fishy mucus on the fish's body just now, Mao Jue was really stunned.

The reason why respect for the wise and the poor is that it is too difficult to hold a stern person. Not to mention the feudal era, even in the later generations, there are a few glamorous figures who can hold a stern person. Yuan Chonghuan's first-rank official and Liaodong governor can praise him a small family, and admit his mistakes. In this era, it is really rare.

I have to say that this is also one of Yuan Chonghuan's personal charms to succeed!

When Mao Jue was still shocked, after praising Mao Jue, Yuan Chonghuan hugged Mao Wenlong with a kind look again.

"Yuan misunderstood Mr. Mao, I apologize deeply. I hope Mr. Mao will not blame him!"

He really looked at his stupid son with admiration and bowed his head to the point of saying that Yuan Manzi was bowed. Mao Wenlong was also surprised, and then he slapped Mao Jue with pride.

"It's all his fault for not doing his job properly! It's already a great blessing for the supervisor not to blame him. He is not as good as the supervisor thanking him!"

What's going on? He obviously has to pretend to be a grandson. However, this time Yuan Chonghuan took advantage of the situation and was criticized by himself. Mao Jue was relieved. Following Mao Wenlong's instructions, he stopped playing a donkey this time. He stepped forward and bowed strangely.

"You are young and frivolous, you can contradict the supervisor. Please forgive me!"

"Haha, what's the crime? This governor would also ask Mr. Mao about pickling fish. The state is difficult and the cost of Liaodong is tight. If seafood can be used to fill the military supplies, it will be a great policy! Today, Mr. Mao will not go to the banquet for Mr. Mao. Let's try pickling fish in the port, how about?"

"Just as General Yuan said!"

The nervous scene just now was completely resolved, and Mao Wenlong held his sleeves with each other. The two of them were really like good friends, surrounded by a group of generals from Dongjiang and Liaodong, and joined hands into the military camp. However, Mao Jue fell behind again.

"What's this called a matter!"

Once again, Mao Jue muttered a few words in depressedly. Wen Meng also came over to take care of this skill, carefully looked at the face of his commander, and then asked.

"Young Master, do you still let him stare at the other end of the old man?"

His expression became gloomy again, and Mao Jue nodded heavily.

"Let him come back from the lighthouse first, but I am still in the military camp. I will keep an eye on this Yuan Manzi. Don't relax. Don't look at him, Yuan Chonghuan, a kind person, is definitely not kind to come!"

"You must not make any omissions!"

Release the handle of the revolver, Mao Jue waved his hand down fiercely, and Wen Meng and several of his personal soldiers all had a tight expression and nodded neatly.
Chapter completed!