After eating, singing, and making noise, Shui Maomao took the children back to the boat they brought.

Xiaobao wanted to bring some snacks to the children, but Shui Mao Mao refused: "Keep it for yourself, there must be chewing gum on the way!"

Seeing that he really refused to accept it, Xiaobao simply threw the peanuts and bags on the small fishing boat, and stuffed a jar of corn wine into Shui Damao and Shui Ermao's arms: "Don't let your grandpa give them all."

Drink it, there is a jar for you in it!"

"You brat!" Shui Maomao scolded with a smile and got on the boat.

Shui Damao turned around and looked at Xiaobao carefully several times.

In the afternoon, Xiaobao sneezed one after another.

Xiao Sining saw Xiaobao shaking when he sneezed, and his thin body was like a vibrating noodle. He couldn't help but joked: "As for that! It's me who got into the water, and I should be the one who gets cold. Why are you sneezing!"

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Xiaobao burst into tears: "How did I know! I guess mother... ah... sneeze! Mother misses me and talks about me! If you don't hit me, no one will miss you!"

Xiao Sining: "Shit! Chu Yuan didn't either..." Before he could finish his words, he saw Chu Yuan and Gan Lai looking at him together, so he changed his words: "I didn't say anything!"

That's right, Chu Yuan was willing to think about it.

This time, Xiaobao is really "the old peacock spreading its wings - being sentimental".

There are so many people who miss him and talk about him, but there is no such thing as his mother.

In a private room of a tavern near the Buffalo Bay Ferry, Jia Yanyao was sitting with his sword straight. In front of him was a table full of eight meat and eight vegetarian soups, without even moving a single chopstick.

Jia Yanyao had a gloomy face as he listened to what the dozen or so people kneeling on the ground were saying.

These people are the "inspectors" of Buffalo Bay Ferry and Greater Shantou Ferry.

After finally finishing talking about the encounter with Xiaobao and his group, the inspection leader respectfully handed over a cloth bag with both hands: "Gang leader, look, this is the refined salt I just mentioned."

Jia Yanyao, the leader of the Salt Gang, watched as his men poured out a handful of refined salt from the bag, held it in their hands and released it. The salt powder was very white, loose and without lumps.

Jia Yanyao signaled him to pour the salt into the porcelain dish. He stretched out his hand and pinched a handful, twisting it until the particles were uniform. He put it on the tip of his tongue and tasted it. It was neither bitter nor astringent, and had a pure salty taste.

Then I took the fire stick myself, blew up the flame, and burned the bottom of the porcelain dish. Then I twisted some salt powder and put it under my nose to smell it. There was no weird smell.

"The quality of this is better than the finest fine salt from the government!" Before Jia Yanyao could come to a conclusion, his "strategist" couldn't help but blurt out.

"They said they wanted to use such good salt to cut off our road?" Jia Yanyao asked suspiciously.

Weather has a great impact on the salt industry.

Last year, heavy rains occurred frequently, the quality of salt brine changed, and it was extremely difficult to dry salt. As a result, salt production in the entire south declined.

Therefore, the price of salt has been rising since the second half of last year, so that coarse salt has reached a record high of 70 fen, while fine salt has reached as much as 220 fen.

Jia Yanyao personally led a team to sell salt this time. It was just the time to make an extra fortune, but he got the news and had to rush to the ferry.

This year is a good time for salt prices to skyrocket. They actually say that they should use such good refined salt to fight coarse salt? Isn’t it the brine in their heads?

The inspection leader endured the pain in his knees and did not dare to raise his head: "Yes, that's what he said!"

The military advisor said: "Repeat that boy's original words word for word!"

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In a small courtyard in Nanping County, the black housekeeper was walking around the house, restless.

This is the private property he secretly purchased. Here, he is the head of the family, the head of the Hei family.

Here he raised concubines, slaves, and became a master.

This is usually his warm haven and the place where he can best gain a sense of pride and security.

But right now, he was deeply shrouded in fear.

Pingshang Ferry and Changpu Ferry not only did not create any trouble for the Sanshun Escort Agency, they actually ruined the reputation of the head of the Kong family!

Although Kong Pugao went to Songjiang Mansion and would not be able to return for more than a month, once he found out about it... the black housekeeper couldn't help but sweat profusely.

Not to mention that he doesn't need to think about the position of the butler, whether he can survive or not is unknown!

What on earth is going on! What went wrong?

Four ferries, four ferries! What a long stretch of water that is, and no one can stop them?!

"Master, master!" The boy ran in all the way. Before he could even breathe, he was grabbed by the black butler: "Speak quickly! Are they all ready?"

The boy was already out of breath, and when he was frightened by the black butler, he almost lost his breath. His eyes were a little black. He shook his head and reluctantly replied: "Maybe, the pigeon is back, you see.

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The young man said to himself, "What do I know? What am I not prepared for? Just tell me to watch the pigeons and see if they come back!"

The black butler snatched the small note handed over by the boy, read it again and again, and then smiled sinisterly: "Huh huh huh, not bad! As long as I kill you on the road, I can make up for it!"
Chapter completed!