Jian Xingwen stood on the hill with a load. The load contained needles, thread, cheap rouge, gouache, and muddy candies. He was a salesman, but he was not an ordinary salesman.
He just came out of the village below yesterday, but now the village has been attacked by the patrolmen. They said it was an attack. In fact, as soon as these soldiers went into battle, most of the men surrendered.
The government received a tip that the village below was suspected of collective sex trafficking of illegal salt, so it was Jian Xingwen's turn to take action. He walked around the village with a load of goods, talking to the older girls and younger wives, and confirmed that this
It is indeed a den. Basically all the men in the village are involved.
After Jian Xingwen went back to report, the following scene naturally occurred.
When he returned home, he keenly discovered that a brick on the wall of his courtyard had been moved. He was secretly happy. When he entered the courtyard, he found a cloth bag on the ground. Jian Xingwen opened it and saw dozens of Tongbao coins.
It was strung up with hemp rope and lay there quietly.
He only glanced at it and knew the number, 20 coins. This was not a small amount, it was twice his usual income.
Normally, he earns about 10 coins for completing a task. This time the income is so huge, it is obvious that the owner spent a lot of money. As for who the owner is, there is no need to think about it. It must be other big names who can have connections with the state capital.
Salt seller.
Because of this mission, Jian Xingwen didn't have a good rest for two or three days. When he lay down on the bed, even though it was only the afternoon, he fell asleep after a while.
He was awakened by a knock on the door. He was surprised that no one would knock on his door like this.
When he opened the door, he saw the person who gave him the task. He was a small leader of the inspection team. Jian Xingwen didn't know his name. He didn't care. To him, he was just a legend.
The microphone doesn't need a name at all.
Normally, they would send messages through the brick on the wall of his house, but obviously, this time the situation was different.
"We've come to a big job this time." The little boss looked excited. "It's the Qingsong Mountain that has become very famous recently. It's said that Qingsong Mountain is the place where you can make a lot of money."
Of course Jian Xingwen knew where Qingsong Mountain was, and he also knew that the inspector had been staring at that place for a long time, but he had never found a suitable opportunity.
Jian Xingwen didn't say anything, but the little boss had already told the situation: "Yesterday, a lot of people were arrested in that job. When I tortured the boss, I discovered a new situation. Qingsongshan contacted them and wanted to buy a large amount of salt.
It’s definitely not something that a hundred or ten people can finish.”
Jian Xingwen sighed in his heart, knowing that his next job was coming soon.
really.
"The inspection master asked you to go to Qingsong Mountain to investigate and determine where there is evidence."
Yes, they are a government, and they need evidence to do things. Of course, sometimes in order to do things, they have to create evidence even if there is no evidence.
Jian Xingwen had heard about Qingsong Mountain and Liu Jun. He also knew that they were doing good things and saving the government a lot of trouble. Jian Xingwen admired them a little, but he still had to do the work.
So a few days later, there was a salesman at the foot of Qingsong Mountain. He seemed to be preparing to take root here, but when he was ignored, he actually pitched a simple tent on the roadside.
The women and children in the village also began to run down the mountain.
Two days later, Jian Xingwen looked at the more than 50 Tongbao coins in his hand, his eyes confused. This was after paying 30% to the fat man who collected the money. Is the money so easy to make?
He didn't believe in evil, so he left, and he came back again, pushing a wheelbarrow full of things.
Three days later, his wheelbarrow was sold out again.
He had already found out what was selling best nearby, and it turned out to be cloth, and it was not the cheapest linen, but worsted cotton and silk with silk.
The little boss in the middle put a note under the bricks on the wall of his courtyard and asked about the progress. Jian Xingwen ignored him.
Regarding salt, Qingsongshan sells it openly. It is in a newly built small house on the roadside. In a polished wooden box, the crystal clear salt is piled high. Jian Xingwen has never seen such salt.
, white and crystal clear, the price is twice as high as the most common coarse salt. You know, the best salt on the market now is not as good as the salt from Qingsongshan, but its price is already five times that of ordinary salt.
Up.
Don't ask him why he knows so clearly. He never knew that the salt from Qingsong Mountain could be sold in Linshui County for three times the price of ordinary salt. He didn't even know that his uncle's grocery store sold ordinary salt at 3.5 last night.
He paid twice the price for some salt, which was enough to fill his wheelbarrow.
When Jian Xingwen pushed the car home again, it was already dark and the door lock had not been opened. Two people came out of the darkness deep in the alley. One of them strangled his neck tightly from behind, and the other
He reached out and touched him.
Jian Xingwen struggled hard, but was powerless. He watched helplessly as the man took his money bag from his arms. Inside was his income in the past few days, more than 200 yuan.
The man shook it with his hand, then put it into his arms, with a proud smile on his face, like a weasel that had stolen a chicken.
"Jian Xingwen, you have made a lot of money recently. Have you forgotten to do your own work?"
The one who spoke was the little boss. Jian Xingwen stared at him. He felt that what he had done before was wrong. He should not ignore this little man. He not only wanted to know his name, but also his address and who was in his family.
Work and rest routine.
The little boss didn't think what he did was wrong. After all, he was just a spy, not even a member of the establishment. Besides, he was good enough to him. As for the reward for the spy, 50 documents were issued, but he only withheld 30
Wen, this spy only worked hard for two or three days and received nearly 10 days' income of an ordinary laborer. He made a lot of money, okay?
"Tell me, what news has been found? It has been more than ten days. If there is still no news, you will suffer." The little boss said to Jian Xingwen, who was already strangled and had difficulty breathing.
Jian Xingwen's face turned red and his legs kept beating. It was not until the little boss saw that Jian Xingwen was already rolling his eyes that he patted the arm around Jian Xingwen's neck.
His arms immediately relaxed, and Jian Xingwen couldn't wait to take a breath, but he exerted too much force and coughed.
Seeing that Jian Xingwen didn't speak for a long time, the little boss winked at the man behind him.
Jian Xingwen felt that the arms around his neck were about to tighten again, and he quickly shouted: "I know where their salt is stored. You can go and find out."