Poor family farming: the sick and weak scholar's wife is very sturdy

"Boss Yang, although this information is not enough to clear up my little brother's grievances, it can at least prove that he was framed."

Zhao Qian looked at Butou Yang with a smile on his face, but Butou Yang felt hairy all over his body, but he didn't dare to complain, after all, he was too powerful.

"Yes, what Mr. Zhao said is very true. This document can indeed prove that Mr. Lin was framed."

Yang catcher said with a smile.

Then he walked in front of Lin Xiao, changed his previous domineering attitude, and said respectfully:

"Mr. Lin, I have offended you just now, and I hope you will forgive me."

Yang Butou's words were extremely sincere.

He knew that since Zhao Qian personally interceded for that boy Lin Xiao, the relationship between them was extraordinary.

Even if the salt made by Lin Xiao was really poisonous, and the poison killed thirteen members of the Shi family, so what? !
Thinking of his arrogant face just now, Yang Butou felt a chill down his back.

Lin Xiao waved his hand, expressing that he didn't care.

"Boss Yang is serious. You are also trying to arrest suspects. How can I blame you?"

Hearing that Lin Xiao was so easy to talk to, Yang Butou couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and at the same time couldn't help but look at the young man a few times.

"Mr. Lin, don't worry, I will definitely investigate this matter and find out!"

……

With Zhao Qian's assistance, Lin Xiao returned safely to Lin Family Village in less than half an hour.

The Brothers Salt Workshop has been tidied up, and the production of salt continues step by step.

"Dude, you're finally back, I thought they wouldn't let you go!"

Gao Jin and a few younger brothers were squatting at the door of the workshop, waiting for Lin Xiao to come back.

Seeing Lin Xiao jumping off the carriage, several people hurriedly surrounded him.

"Why, what are you going to do if they don't let you go?"

Lin Xiao asked Gao Jin jokingly.

"I...hehe, I don't know, and I don't know if I will be beheaded if I rob the prison like in the TV series?"

Gao Jin scratched his head and laughed honestly.

Zhao Qian, who sent Lin Xiao back, couldn't help coughing lightly when he heard the words, why are the people around Lin Xiao not afraid of death?
Don't you know that robbing prison is a serious crime in the Great Xia Dynasty that implicates the nine clans?
In fact, Gao Jin, who traveled from modern times, really didn't know that the crime of robbery would be so serious!
"Not only will he be beheaded, but he will also implicate the nine clans!"

Lin Xiao patted Gao Jin on the shoulder and reminded:

"Your nine clans include not only your brothers, but also the entire Lin family village. Just think about it in the future."

"I understand."

Gao Jin nodded quickly when he heard the words, and said to Lin Xiao:

"Brother, take a step to talk."

Gao Jin pulled Lin Xiao aside alone, and said solemnly:
"After the poisonous salt incident, do you have any plans?"

Lin Xiao pondered for a moment, then said slowly:

"How about... we report the salt-making technology to the imperial court, and then let the imperial court hand over the salt-making order to us?"

"Do you think that if you operate this way, even if the imperial court gives you the order, do you think the dream of all the people being able to eat high-quality and cheap salt can still be realized?"

Gao Jin frowned and retorted, he thought Lin Xiao's idea was too whimsical!
"This one……"

Lin Xiao was silent, she really hadn't thought about this question:
"Do you have any good idea?"

"I'm just going to tell you! I think this matter can be handled in this way. We don't need to hand over the technology to the court. We just need to print our special mark on the salt we make, and then set it up for Linjiacun. There is a hard rule not to make and sell salt in private, which should be able to effectively prevent similar incidents from happening."

While thinking, Gao Jin gave his suggestion.

Lin Xiao nodded after listening to Gao Jin's suggestion.

This is equivalent to a modern anti-counterfeiting mark plus real-name salt sales. Once there is a problem with the salt, it can be traced directly to the source.

At that time, who would dare to take the risk of being framed?
"Gao Jin, you have a good brain!"

Lin Xiao stretched out his thumb and praised.

"Hey, compared to your business acumen, buddy, I'm still far behind."

Gao Jin smiled honestly.

"Okay! Just do as you said, go, go to the village chief's house with me to finalize this matter!"

Lin Xiao made a final decision.

Then the two went to the village chief's house.

After a brief introduction, the village chief beamed with joy:
"Does this mean that the salt we make will not be deliberately damaged by anyone in the future?"

"In theory, yes."

Lin Xiao nodded affirmatively.

"Success, I'll call all the people in Murakami together, and you can talk to them carefully."

As soon as he said it, the village head immediately ordered people to gather all the villagers in the village to the big square outside the village head's house.

The villagers didn't understand why the village chief called them over in such a hurry, but when they heard that the village chief was going to announce a big event, they all stopped discussing and stood quietly waiting for the village chief's next words.

"As for Xiao Linzi, you all know that he was wronged. In order to prevent this kind of thing from happening again, Xiao Linzi came up with a good idea. Now I invite Xiao Linzi to come over and have a few words with the big guy. Tell us about his plans."

The village chief cupped his hands at the crowd and shouted.

The villagers turned their attention to Lin Xiao.

"Everyone must have lingering fears about the poisonous salt incident, right? I am the same as you. While still in shock, I also feel deeply helpless and regretful for the thirteen members of the Shi family who died tragically!"

"In order to prevent this kind of thing from happening again, Shopkeeper Gao and I discussed it and decided as follows..."

……

After listening to Lin Xiao's eloquent talk, the villagers all showed a look of sudden enlightenment.

According to Lin Xiao, it means that they cannot make and sell salt in private. If they need to sell salt, they have to go to Brother Salt Factory for real-name registration, and there will be special marks on the bamboo jars containing salt.

This is no different from the previous ones, and the villagers didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

After all, Lin Xiao's proposal is indeed a once-and-for-all solution.

Seeing that the villagers did not have any opinions, Lin Xiao cleared his throat and continued:

"I have another piece of good news to tell you. Every year on New Year's Eve, our brother workshops will distribute dividends according to how much salt you sell!"

"Dividends? What does that mean? Do you know?"

"I've never heard of it, Xiaolinzi, explain it to us quickly!"

"Yes, yes, please tell me quickly, don't fool your aunt."

The villagers are all ordinary people. How could they know what the dividend that Lin Xiao was talking about was, so they all urgently asked Lin Xiao for an answer.

They subconsciously feel that dividends must have something to do with money!

Hearing the urging of the villagers, Lin Xiao smiled and continued:

"The dividend means that if you sell ten catties of salt a year, you will be rewarded with an extra twenty copper coins at the end of the year."

Twenty coppers!
Dividends are indeed related to money!

The villagers are boiling!

Selling ten catties of salt not only earns the price difference of the salt money, but also an extra dividend at the end of the year.

This is simply a good deal that falls from the sky!