The salt making project was finally on track. A few days later, the hard workers became familiar with the process. The daily output of the daily output reached more than 800 kilograms. Now the city lord's mansion can receive nearly 300 kilograms of Yancheng every day. The old city lord personally went to the cellar to check the quality of the salt blocks every day, and then watched the servants break the salt blocks apart and then crush them into salt powder bit by bit.

He felt that it would be impossible not to watch it. This thing was very valuable. If the servant hid a little in the bag every day, how much would it be lost in a month? At least it was the city lord's mansion's clear income in the past month! The most important thing is that he had never seen his family make so much money a day. Although the city lord's mansion has income from various other channels, apart from human capital and the cost of maintaining the army, there was really little left, that is, he could barely maintain a decent life. The hundreds of thousands of gold coins in the vault were cut out from the teeth for decades, and he was reluctant to spend money. Now with this income, not only can he live a truly luxurious aristocratic life, but the number of troops can also be expanded by at least 50%. In fact, it is affordable to have more than one more. However, the Kate Kingdom stipulated that if the royal family had not issued a war mobilization order, the number of troops of any border lord could not exceed a certain value.

Therefore, the expansion of the number of troops by 50% is the limit. Although the Kingdom of Kate is a feudal country, the lords do not respect the royal family like the Kingdom of Zhendan, but the necessary rules must be followed, otherwise nobility would dare to interact with a family that explicitly breaks the rules.

The old city lord watched the salt bricks being crushed into fine salt, and saw gold coins walking into the vault of his family. Lao Huai felt relieved and felt that establishing a good relationship with Udir in the past was the right choice. Kate Kingdom paid great attention to the relationship between teachers and students. If it weren't for the friendship with Udir, he thought that Chen Xiansong might not be willing to share part of the deal with the city lord's mansion.

Just when he was happy, Zelonger came to his side and said, "The messenger of the Bauhinia family has arrived, bringing enough ransom and a letter."

Duncan is still locked in the ground kiln, but he only offers delicious food and drink. Except for breaking his hands three days before he was imprisoned, he did not abuse any of them. Now his hands have been re-attached and have almost recovered. This is a hidden rule among the nobles. It is called the privilege of the nobles. Who knows whether he will become a prisoner in the future? So everyone has some mercy and morality to meet each other in the future.

"Take it to me."

A letter with gold edges and aroma of Bauhinia was placed in the hands of the old city lord. He opened it slowly, looked for a while, and then handed it to Zelonger. He smiled and said, "The Bauhinia family is indeed proud. Although they paid the ransom as promised, they still intimidated us and threatened us not to enter the royal city, otherwise they would bear the consequences."

After reading it, Zelonger smiled: "After all, it's normal to be a veteran aristocrat. As long as the ransom is paid, we can explain it to Chen Xiansong. He threatens him and let him threaten it. Anyway, no one in our family wants to develop in the royal city. The water there is too deep and it is not suitable for new nobles like us."

"It makes sense." The old city lord was very satisfied with Zelonger's statement: "You will be welcomed by the Bauhinia family. He is not enough to let me, the tomb master. The opposite is better. Now Chen Xiansong is a big tree for us to enjoy the shade. He can't make him feel that our family is not authentic in doing things."

Zetaki nodded slightly, and then left the cellar. When he went up the stairs to the ground, Zelon saw a young man in noble clothes coming over. Compared with the visitor, his clothes looked very simple.

After recognizing the appearance of the visitor, Zelonger's eyes slightly closed, his head slightly lowered, and he shouted: "Brother, why are you here too?"

"Can't I come?" Although the visitor deliberately lowered his voice, his words were still a little rushing, including some unfriendly tone: "Zelonger, I didn't expect you to have negotiated a salt-making business. It's really good. It's just a little bad. Why does our city lord's mansion account for only 35%? We shouldn't be so small, at least 50%. If it were me, at least Chen Xiansong would have to spit out 60%."

The eldest brother's name is Bill. He rarely stays in the city lord's mansion. He spends most of his time managing the grain business in shops in the city center. The farm tax collected by the city lord's mansion from the farmers is almost all the grain. They can't eat that much, so of course they have to sell most of them. The business of the grain shop is average. Under Bill's management, a small part of the gold coins disappear inexplicably, but the old city lord and Zelonger were too lazy to pay attention, just hand over most of the gold coins.

Zelonger laughed inside his stomach, but there was a sincere expression on his face: "My abilities are limited to this. If my elder brother has any ideas, he can talk to his father. He is under the cellar. If he can really talk to 60%, I believe that the family will take off soon."

"Don't worry, I will tell my father about this. Although Chen Xiansong is the president of the Soul Thinker Association, what can he do if the next young boy is next to him?" Bill snorted, his chin raised high, and he was holding a victory scroll: "As long as a thousand cavalry is sent, that little guy will be scared. I'll borrow soldiers from my father now. You can do your business first."

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, as if he was driving a fly, and then he went downstairs to the cellar in a very casual manner.

After the eldest brother's figure completely penetrated into the dark shadow of the stairs, Zelonger finally showed a strange smile on his face. He shook his head and walked out slowly. Before he could get out of the door, he heard a blurry roar from the cellar. After many echoes passing through the passage, the old city lord's voice had already been distorted, but the roar that was full of anger was clearly felt.

Zetaki'er had already expected that such a situation would happen. None of his older brothers and younger brothers could take on the prosperity of the family. Not to mention prosperity, it would be great to be able to maintain the family business. But he is not the eldest son. According to the tradition of the Kate Kingdom, he does not have the right to inherit the family. Now it depends on his father's intention. If his father passes the title to him, it would be better. If he was allowed to develop outside, it would not matter. Fold would definitely follow him, so that he would have an elite cavalry team. As long as his father gave him a small fiefdom, he believed that he would be able to retake the ownership of Black Rock City in his hands in less than ten years.

But the more this happens, the more he must maintain an alliance with Chen Xiansong. No matter which case, it is a great help to him, a genius soul-thinking person. Only fools like the elder brother will think of picking food from others and offend the president of the Soul-thinking person association with such a bright future.

He thought a lot, and walked along the castle walkway to the backyard, stopped in a hidden pavilion, and asked the two servants guarding next to him to lift a stone slab. There was a staircase below. He lifted an oil lamp from the stone table next to him and walked down.

The dungeon in the city lord's mansion is very large and there are many people closed. Although the ventilation facilities are good, the light is very poor. Zelonger walked in the tunnel with an oil lamp, and two guards followed him. Next to it was a prison cell. The prisoners inside were smelly. They watched Zelonger who was carrying the oil lamp and walked in, and they all rushed to the iron fence and begged Zelonger to let them go out. Although they could eat and live in jail and would not starve to death, the dungeon was extremely dark and could not see their fingers. There was no sunshine all day long, and it would be even more uncomfortable than death if they were closed for a few days.

Zelonger had long been accustomed to these shrill pleading sounds. He walked through the tunnel with an oil lamp. After walking for about three minutes, he passed at least one hundred ground prison cells, then turned left three times, then walked up two floors of stairs, and finally reached the end. There were four cells here, but a symbolic iron door was installed, with a bed, a table, and a few books in the cell. The most important thing was that there was a ray of light in each cell that was shining out from the wall. Although the light was still a little dim, it was much better than the ground prisons in the previous ones.

This is a place where nobles are detained, so the conditions are naturally much better than those of ordinary people's prison cells.

Duncan was sleeping on the bed, his hands wrapped around a circle of silk belts, and when he heard footsteps, he got up, and when he saw Zelonger, he smiled and said, "Why, you, a busy man, have time to come here to see me?"

"How does it feel to stay in the dungeon? I hope my servant has not abused you." Zelonger asked with a smile. Everyone is a nobleman. Although it is a little unpleasant, it is not as good as meeting life and death. There is no need to mock each other as soon as they meet.

"It's very boring and a little novel." Duncan smiled and moved his arm: "After all, this is the first time someone has restricted his freedom. I will definitely be very impressed in the future. I think I will never forget it in my life."

"Just be happy." Zelonger looked at Duncan's face that was pale and excessively pale because he had not seen the sun for nearly twenty days, and smiled: "The messenger of your family has come and brought enough ransom. Let's go, you are free."

"Really!" Duncan's face was happy and immediately jumped out of the bed. Although he expected that the messenger would come in the past few days, he was still very surprised. After all, only when he was restricted from his movements could he know the value of freedom.

Following Zelonger, the two of them left the dungeon. The sun was shining brightly. Duncan immediately covered his eyes with his hands, and tears flowed out of his fingers. This was not because he cried with joy, but because he was locked in a dark place for too long. He suddenly saw a strong light and his eyes were not adapted. This was a normal physiological reaction.

Zelonger had seen this situation a lot. If he had known what was going on, he handed over a handkerchief that had been prepared long ago. Duncan thanked him, wiped his tears, and waited quietly for a while, Duncan adapted to the sun. Then the two of them walked to the hall of the city lord's mansion. The messenger of the Bauhinia had been waiting there for a long time.

The messenger was dressed as a housekeeper, with gray-brown hair, blue pupils, middle-aged man, with a stereotypical image of a housekeeper, and his hair was combed backwards without any injuries. He looked at his young master for a while, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Omury, I didn't expect you to come in person." Duncan was a little surprised. This man was his father's direct steward, with great power, and a very heavy figure in the Bauhinia family.

"It's me, the young master." Omuri said calmly: "The master is very worried about you. In addition, if you are here, is Mr. Chen Xiansong here? The master said that the ransom will be handed over to him in person, and I would like to ask him something."

"If he is not here, he should be in the Graystone Village." Zelonger said.

"Then let him see me." Omuri said calmly but imposingly.

"Are you sure?" Zelonger was a little unhappy when he heard this: "He is a soul-thinking person, and he is still the president of a branch, and he also has a title. You, a housekeeper, actually asked him to come to see you. Don't you think you are overestimating yourself?" (To be continued...)
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