Ma Jiamen: I was forced to fight for supremacy

Ma Zhan continued to ask: "What is the salt permit?"

Miao Yi replied: "Emeishan sells grain and Shu brocade to other countries, and can exchange them for corresponding salt permits from the government of other countries.

With a salt permit in hand, you can buy salt from salt fields in other countries. Especially the sea salt from your Qingshui City, which is of the highest quality.

When the salt was transported back to Shu, the government Salt Certificate Office would check the salt permits. Salt without salt permits would be classified as private salt.

Not only will illegal salt be confiscated, but transporting and selling it is also a serious crime."

"I see~" Ma Zhan nodded and looked at Miao Yi with admiration, "I didn't expect you to be so good at business."

Miao Yi's proud look disappeared, as if her disguise had been seen through, and she whispered.

"This was also told to me by a head of the Foreign Affairs Hall a month ago."

"What? You don't look like you understand." Ma Zhan complained.

Miaoyi felt a little embarrassed and retorted.

"I definitely know more than you, a little idiot."

Ma Zhan chuckled and continued asking questions.

"Grain can be exchanged for salt permits, but so can Shu brocade?"

After all, the basic situation of the world here is similar to that in ancient times. There are many ordinary people, so food shortage is normal.

But Shu brocade is not a necessity and cannot be exchanged for salt permits.

Miao Yi was proud again and said, "Although Shu brocade is not a must-have, the book describes the exquisite brocade weaving techniques, and there has been a saying about Yue Luo Shu brocade since ancient times.

Shu brocade is sought after by nobles all over the world, and its demand is always in short supply. Naturally, it can also be exchanged for salt permits, especially in Wei Weijun, where you have abundant salt production and no shortage of grain."

"Do you people in Mount Emei all know how to weave brocade? Can you do it?" Ma Zhan asked jokingly.

"I can't~"

Although she didn't know, Miao Yi still said it proudly.

"Every household in the villages and towns sheltered by Mount Emei has a brocade lady. Women in Shu weave brocade while men farm, and this has been the case since ancient times.

Girls can weave brocade and embroider at the age of five or six. The land in Shu is fertile and the grain output is high.

Therefore, the disciples of the Emeishan Foreign Affairs Hall only need to go to the villages and towns and spend money to collect Shu brocade and grain."

"Oh, oh, oh... It seems that you, Mount Emei, are a gang." Ma Zhan suddenly understood the business model of Mount Emei.

Miao Yi was puzzled: "What is the underworld? It doesn't sound good at all. You little brat."

Ma Zhan ignored her and started thinking to himself.

Ma Zhan fell into deep thought. This was the first time he had seen the conspiracy of this world since he traveled through time.

On the surface, it was a big thief who committed the crime, but the scheme was very ordinary.

Maybe it's because people in this world have focused their brains on cultivation, so the people who set up the scheme have left many loopholes.

How could a few small-time thugs with some reputation dare to provoke the local wealthy and powerful gangsters? Do they think their lives are too long?

Moreover, Hua Feilong and his men robbed six ships and 100,000 kilograms of salt permits. How could they be so courageous?

Being able to successfully escape all the way to Liang State with two fifth-rank masters in charge, how could he have such great power?

The only explanation is that Hua Feilong and his companions were just idiots who were dragged here to cause trouble and then took the blame.

The ones who can or dare to arrange this may be other major forces or government agencies competing with Mount Emei, or it may be collusion between officials and businessmen.

Ma Zhan didn't want to know too much about the affairs of Shuzhong. It was too far away, and there was no point in knowing. Shu and Liang were obviously taking different paths to govern the country.

Glancing at Miao Yi, Ma Zhan sighed. "She looks just like Zhou Zhiruo, but it's a shame she's not the evil Master Zhou."

This was probably the first time she had gone down the mountain to do something in over twenty years. She thought her high level of cultivation meant she could easily capture the enemy. She had never experienced the harshness of society.

Ma Zhan was sighing in his heart when Miao Yi spoke.

"I've finished talking about my story, now let me talk about you.

I see that you have abundant energy and blood, a strong body, and immense strength, like the barbarians of the far north. Have you begun to pursue the path of a warrior?"

I have to say that this simple-minded little white flower actually has some skills in martial arts.

Ma Zhan replied, "My father is a wild man. I have never practiced martial arts, but I have fought a lot. A small fight every three days and a big fight every five days."

Miao Yi's expression was obviously much happier. "So you are a descendant of the barbarians. Your blood and energy might be inherited from your mother. She must be a martial arts master."

"My mother used to be a maid. She might have been a secret guard or a deadpool or something like that."

Ma Zhan answered and poured himself a bowl of tea.

Miaoyi transformed into a master and nodded.

"Well, not bad, you are a good seedling. I will accept you as my apprentice."

“Pfft…”

Ma Zhan spat out a mouthful of tea and said, "What's your hobby? Do you want to play The Return of the Condor Heroes? I saved your life, and you are so shameless as to accept me as your apprentice."

"Ahem" Ma Zhan coughed twice, "Fairy Miaoyi, what is your strength? Accept me as your disciple."

Miao Yi, who was being questioned, snorted.

"Humph, I'm a dignified fourth-rank martial artist, so how can I accept a little kid like you who has never practiced martial arts?"

"Fourth rank? He was beaten to pieces by those bastards." Ma Zhan said with disdain.

"I was injured in a sneak attack. Did you go deaf just now?" Miao Yi shouted without caring about his image.

"Sorry, I forgot, you said you were a fourth-rank warrior.

What about the fifth and sixth grades? Explain to me how they are divided. "Ma Zhan thought, this is a good opportunity to get something for free.

Since I traveled through time, no one has explained to me what the rules of this world are.

My silly old man only knows how to brag about how brave he was in the past, and he even told me, "A man should go to the battlefield, and Ma Zhan doesn't want to die."

A sly look flashed in Miao Yi's beautiful eyes as she said, "Call me Master and I'll tell you."

"Damn it, you want to control me? Just wait."

"Master Beauty, please enlighten me."

"Master is Master, what does it mean to add 'beauty' in front of it?" Miao Yi asked a little confused.

Ma Zhan chuckled, "My beauty represents my respect for you, Master. Tell me quickly, tell me quickly, I can't wait any longer."

Miaoyi sat upright, Ma Zhan changed the pot of tea and waited for Miaoyi to speak.

"There are many kinds of cultivators in the world. The most superior ones belong to the Hundred Schools, especially Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism. They are the most orthodox and have distinct generations. There are detailed records of the founders of the Taoism and the predecessors.

Warriors are the most common, have the lowest threshold, and cover the widest range.

In the early stages of cultivation, not too many resources are needed. Escorts, thugs, soldiers, and generals can all be collectively referred to as warriors.

However, it becomes increasingly difficult for a warrior to achieve success in the later stages of his career, and the upper limit is very low, which can also be understood as having no upper limit.

Warrior is a broad concept. Among human practitioners, 70% can be called warriors.

In addition to martial artists and the Hundred Schools, there are also several self-contained cultivation paths. For example, Yuanling Master, Sword Cultivator, Ghost Cultivator, etc.

"There are so many professions. I thought they were just divided into mages, warriors, etc." Miao Yi sighed while he was drinking tea.

"What mage warrior? Do you think it's just a street joke?"

Ma Zhan smiled awkwardly, "Go on, go on."