After the cannon fodder father and daughter married into the family, the whole family regretted it

"Master Fang, no matter what, your current priority is to increase cotton yields per mu, not to do anything else. Don't rely on your cleverness to put the cart before the horse."

Hao Weiyi naturally couldn't go to the Censorate to file a complaint. After all, nothing had gone wrong when Fang Tong was on duty.

On the contrary, he...

Ahem, but you still have to knock.

He failed to make things difficult for Fang Tong this time. He had plenty of opportunities. He was the superior, so wouldn't it be easy for him to make things difficult for his subordinates?

Fang Tong came out after listening to a lecture.

Since Hao Wei turned his back on him, he didn't force it. He knew that the sweater was a good thing and there would always be someone who knew its value.

He and his wife have also been thinking about filling winter cotton coats with processed wool.

Not only was Fang Tong in trouble in the yamen, but Qin Yan's situation in the Imperial College was also much worse.

It started with exclusion and isolation.

Although Qin Yan had average connections in the Imperial College because of Wang Qi.

But he was just an acquaintance with his classmates, but she had completely ignored him these past two days.

Qin Yan didn't care about this little trick at all, he was happy and at peace.

His reaction made the group even more aggressive.

He just went there to have lunch at noon, and when he came back, the homework and books on the table were all soaked.

The culprit still held the bamboo tube and said he didn't mean it.

Qin Yan took action directly, grabbed the man by the back of the neck and went to find the teacher.

Ever since Qin Yan's leg healed, he has been exercising every day, not to mention that after returning to Beijing, he was caught by his second uncle and trained.

Although his kung fu is not that powerful now, he can still deal with three or five ordinary people without any problem.

In front of the teacher, Hu Tao insisted that it was an accident.

"Master, if a normal person accidentally spilled water, they would immediately save the situation and put the bamboo tube away. But my four or five books were soaked, and the writing was all smudged. This required a large amount of water to do this."

"Many classmates witnessed it at the time. You can ask them one by one, Master."

"In addition, Hu Tao has always liked to bully his classmates. Shao Zige, a male from the medical school, and others have been threatened and extorted for money by Hu Tao on many occasions."

"He also skipped school many times to go to Chun Man Lou..."

Qin Yan's face was cold, but he listed five or six of Hu Tao's faults in a row.

The teachers were stunned after hearing this, and then they became serious and ordered to investigate Hu Tao thoroughly. If he was really so naughty, the Imperial College would never let him off easily.

After this incident, the students in the same class all realized that Qin Yan was not someone to be trifled with.

How did he get the access to know so many secrets? And how could he have the guts to tell the Master about it?

Didn’t you know that the Hu family has a third-rank official?

Of course, the Hu family will not openly embarrass Qin Yan in the short term. They have to discipline their own children first and plead with the Imperial College.

Qin Yan is temporarily stable. Apart from studying, he is also working in the trading mall every day.

The same goes for Fang Nanzhi. The people she interacts with are relatively simple, so she doesn't feel targeted.

She has resumed attending classes with Mr. Deng.

In the master and apprentice's spare time, Fang Nanzhi would ask them about business matters.

Mr. Deng was very knowledgeable and knew a lot. He did not think that being a businessman was demeaning and actually told her some things.

"What do you think is the most profitable business in this dynasty?"

Mr. Deng put one leg on the small couch, leaned back, and held the wine jug in one hand, looking very relaxed.

Fang Nanzhi had been thinking about this a lot recently, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "Gem?"

The book says that this thing is not valuable in its place of origin, but it becomes very valuable once it is sent to the capital or the Jiangnan area.

Mr. Deng shook his head: "Wrong, it's salt."

Fang Nanzhi became interested and sat upright on the cushion, waiting for what would happen next.

"Do you know what the profit margin is for the official salt sold on the market?"

Mr. Deng asked.

Fang Nanzhi shook his head.

"Eight times." Mr. Deng sneered.

Fang Nanzhi's eyes widened. "How could that be? Sir, have you calculated the costs of mining, transportation, and storage?"

Mr. Deng nodded.

Huge profits.

"Everyone in the world needs to eat salt..." Fang Nanzhi covered his heart for a moment.

How much money does the court have to make?

Mr. Deng was amused by her expression.

"The real money-making stuff is all controlled by the imperial court. In other words, the imperial court needs to be able to control the economic lifeline in order to ensure its stability."

Fang Nanzhi fell into deep thought.

The imperial court selected officials for appointments in various places in order to control politics.

Three-fifths of the army of this dynasty is in the hands of the emperor.

There are also iron mines, which also belong to the court...

It is precisely because the imperial court has grasped the three main lifelines of economy, politics and military that the people can now live and work in peace and contentment.

These three are the lifeline and the foundation. Furthermore, we should vigorously develop agriculture and take agriculture as the essence...

Fang Nanzhi seemed to understand something.

Mr. Deng was very satisfied to see that she understood everything immediately, so he brought the subject back.

"Do you know why the imperial court cracked down on illegal salt trafficking?"

Fang Nanzhi came back to his senses and scratched his head.

"In order to increase the control of salt, at the same time, we can also let the people eat cheap salt."

Mr. Deng nodded.

"Yes, in fact, some illegal salt on the market is even cheaper than official salt. This is why illegal salt continues to exist despite repeated bans."

When saying this, Mr. Deng's tone was a little strange, but Fang Nanzhi didn't notice it and asked curiously.

"Salt smugglers, where do they get their salt from?"

He definitely didn't engage in speculation on official salt, otherwise he would lose a lot of money, right?

"Some people are lucky, while others are driven by others for personal gain."

Mr. Deng took a sip of wine.

Fang Nanzhi understood that it was by chance that they secretly discovered a salt mine and could make salt in a crude and simple way.

Being driven by others means that the people who manage the salt mines want to seek personal gain.

Although private salt dealers were walking on the edge of a knife, they still made a decent profit, largely because they did not have to pay taxes.

Fang Nanzhi thought that among Chen Zijun’s major crimes, one was related to the salt mine.

My mood suddenly became bad. Why hasn't Chen Yong come to Beijing yet?

She has been looking forward to it day by day.

Not only did Chen Yong not come, even Mr. Fang and the He family did not come to Beijing.

Cheng Xiaohu brought the caravan to the capital in high spirits, and the first sentence he said was.

"Mr. Fang is seriously ill."

"what?"

Fang Nanzhi was surprised. The old man had always been in good health. Even though his two hands were broken, his beloved eldest son was missing, and his wife remarried, he was still very energetic.

Cheng Xiaohu took the caravan all the way back to Huainan Prefecture. Not only did he get the goods, he also took the time to go back to the village to show off to Tiezhu and the others.

Then we heard that soldiers came to the village and took away Mr. Fang and his family.

The brothers were worried that it might be related to Fang Tong, but they relaxed after Cheng Xiaohu explained Fang Jin's situation.

Then Cheng Xiaohu met He at the post station on his way back to Beijing.

He served Mr. Fang wholeheartedly, which was filial piety.

He was also nice to Cheng Xiaohu and did not hide anything. He said that the old man had been ill for half a month and could not get out of bed. He didn't know how long it would take to recover.

He even turned around and asked Cheng Xiaohu who in the capital wanted to see them?