Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

Throughout the journey, Lin Ping remained calm and focused all his energy on the enemy, so he had no reason to worry about Xuanjitang.

He knew Zhou Xiyin could do a very good job, even better than him. Suddenly, Lin Ping thought having such a wife wouldn't be so bad.

No, no!

Lin Ping shook his head violently. His heart was already filled with Jiang Yunying, and there was no room for anything else.

Yingtian Prefecture is not far from Jiangcheng Prefecture; it would take at most two days to travel there by horseback.

Along the way, Zhu Xiaoji gave a general overview of the current situation in Jiangcheng Prefecture, including the matter of buying salt.

Since Lin Ping left, Jiangcheng Prefecture has become more stable under the leadership of the city lord, but the imperial court has yet to send a new prefect.

The city lord knew that this was Lin Ping's achievement, and he would often mention it, even regretting his initial decision.

He had thought that Lin Ping had only used tricks and schemes to drive away the enemy, but he never expected that Lin Ping had also won over the hearts of the people, and the entire Jiangcheng Prefecture was peaceful and harmonious.

Had he known this would happen, he would have taken the gamble, even at the cost of falling out with his elder sister. Perhaps he would already be living in the imperial palace in Yingtian Prefecture right now.

There's no going back now. He's already offended Lin Ping, and it's a miracle the other hasn't come looking for trouble. How could he possibly let him come back?

Furthermore, Jiang Yunying wasn't in the City Lord's Mansion, so why should Lin Ping go back? And what would he do there? Beat up the little fat guy every day? The little fat guy really couldn't take it.

As for the salt purchase, it started roughly five days ago. The Salt Transport Commissioner sent people to collect the salt as usual, but a problem arose when negotiating the price.

Normally, a liter of salt costs fifty coins, which is fair, considering that Wu Kingdom is short of salt except for this salt mine.

Even if it's a big customer with a discount, it won't be less than forty coins, but the other party shamelessly offered a price of ten coins.

This is a break-even price. Lin Ping not only advertises for nothing, but also bears the risk of accidents involving workers.

Zhu Xiaoji and the others became anxious and almost came to blows with the Salt Transport Commissioner's men.

The other party finally tore off their mask and revealed their vicious nature, saying that this was the sale of smuggled salt, which was punishable by beheading, and that if they were willing to sell it at a low price, they could turn a blind eye.

Smuggled salt? What is smuggled salt? This is a salt mine that Lin Ping bought at a high price and then spent a lot of manpower to mine.

You think you can confiscate salt from the state just because you said it's smuggled? Yes, the imperial court has that power!

That's why Zhu Xiaoji rushed to Yingtian Prefecture overnight to ask for help, and temporarily let Tang Wunao and the others show weakness, to stall for a few days, and even to serve them good food and drink, until the reckless major shareholder arrived.

"What should I do if I suddenly miss my wife?" Lin Ping said with a smile as they approached the salt mine, almost turning his horse around.

The wife he referred to here was not Jiang Yunying, but Zhou Xiyin, which was his way of expressing his desire to respond to Tianfu.

If you encounter a tough opponent, come to him; this is the kind of approach that involves using him as a pawn.

There's nothing I can do; you're the major shareholder, and all the money from the salt mine goes into your pocket. You can refuse to rob us, but there's no guarantee you'll continue to make money.

Zhu Xiaoji couldn't see through his thoughts, so he pretended to be helpless and said, "Let's go back then, but if the salt mine loses money, we won't have the money to mine the oil fields near Yancheng. I heard that black, sticky stuff has already started to appear there."

The oil field has struck oil? But there's no money to extract it? This is unacceptable!

What's a mere salt transport commissioner's office? I can chop two of them in one hand.

"Let's go, let's go take a look!" Lin Ping took the lead and rushed over angrily.

"Sir, forty coins is already the lowest price, it can't be any lower," Xu Jianren said in a humble voice, showing no trace of his former playboy ways.

Within Jiangcheng Prefecture, he could act with impunity, but his opponent was a head constable from the Salt Transport Commissioner's Office, accompanied by several men armed with knives. He was merely a merchant and couldn't back down.

Ugh, I'm driving again.

"Hmph, only ten coins, otherwise, you can expect to rot in jail," the constable said arrogantly.

Logically speaking, the Salt Transport Commissioner's Office did have the right to forcibly seize salt mines, but it would cost a lot of money and they would have to hire people to mine them themselves, which was too troublesome. It would be better to let Zhu Xiaoji and others work for the imperial court and earn some money in the end.

This is utterly shameless behavior. What can Xu Jianren do? It's said that the prison in Yingtian Prefecture is not a comfortable place.

"I'll ask you one last time, will you agree or not?" the constable threatened, claiming that the imperial court was going to arrest people.

If you disagree, you'll go to jail, and it's not just a matter of price.

"This..." Xu Jianren was so anxious that he broke out in a cold sweat.

He naturally didn't want to agree, but he knew the principle that the common people couldn't fight against the officials, so he just wanted Lin Ping to come back quickly.

"What if you don't agree?" A cold voice came from behind the constable. Who else could it be but Lin Ping?

"You brat, who are you? How dare you interfere in the affairs of the imperial court?" the constable said viciously.

After two days of travel, Lin Ping looked dusty and tired, hardly like a high-ranking official. Besides, what kind of important person could there be in Jiangcheng Prefecture? The Salt Transport Commissioner's Office had never been afraid of anyone.

"Who I am is not important. What's important is that you leave with your life, otherwise no one will even collect your body when you die." Lin Ping smiled coldly, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings.

Besides the captain, there were only four soldiers. He really didn't understand what Zhu Xiaoji and the others were afraid of. They couldn't even handle the five of them.

"Since you're courting death, I, Song Bao, will grant your wish!" He was a constable from Yingtian Prefecture, and even high-ranking officials in Jiangcheng Prefecture had to give him some face. Now, being insulted by a mere brat, he was absolutely furious.

"Song Bao? That's a good name," Lin Ping muttered to himself, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. Before the other party could rush over with a knife, he had already pulled the trigger of his crossbow.

call out!

The arrow pierced Song Bao's right arm with a tearing sound, causing him to shudder in pain, and his scimitar fell limply to the ground.

"Tsk tsk tsk, they actually forgot to add gunpowder. Otherwise, it would have been so much better if they had blown him to pieces." Lin Ping said with some dissatisfaction as he watched the other party's blood splatter.

To open fire at the slightest disagreement? That's a bit too ruthless, especially considering the opponent is a captain.

This arrow shocked everyone. Zhu Xiaoji's eyes almost popped out of his head. He suddenly regretted bringing Lin Ping back.

What was originally just a matter of going to jail is now being changed to beheading.

This arrow hit the opponent's shoulder, but who knows if the next arrow will hit the opponent's forehead? Lin Ping's archery skills are not very good, what if he misses?

Murdering the head constable is a capital offense, no explanation needed.

"Want to give it a try?" Lin Ping pointed his crossbow at the foreheads of the four soldiers and smiled nonchalantly.

They had never been on a battlefield and lacked that ferocity. They were terrified, hastily dropping their weapons on the ground, as if to say, "We surrender, please don't kill us."

"You brat, you'll regret this!" Song Bao said viciously, clutching his wound with his left hand, before turning and running away. However, the four soldiers were faster than him.

"You think you can show off in front of Master Ping?" Lin Ping said disdainfully, not taking them seriously at all.

"Sigh... It's too late to say anything now, everyone hurry up and run." Zhu Xiaoji shook his head and sighed, seemingly foreshadowing what was about to happen.