Reborn Regent of Ming Dynasty

He strode forward, climbed onto the concrete pier of the salt pond, looked into the pond, and was immediately stunned.Grain-grain-net-first-post www>

This man ran over with great momentum, but as soon as he went, he was in a daze, and he stood beside Chi Zhi without moving, as if he had been immobilized in an instant.

"What's the matter?" Zhong Xian is Gongzheng, and he is in charge of this place. He is very dedicated and dedicated to his work. Although he refuses to say anything to Zhang Shouren, he still admires Zhang Shouren from the bottom of his heart, so he is full of hope that Yanchi can succeed and block Shut up the mouths of those who talk behind their backs.

At this moment, every situation was wrong, Zhong Xian was also in a hurry, he didn't care about the inconvenience behind him, so he climbed up naked.

"This, what's the matter?" [

Zhao Youlun and Zhao Baihu lived in Zhangjiabao recently, and the other Baihus already had indistinct identities with Zhang Shouren. Willing to work for Zhang Shouren.

Furthermore, Zhang Shouren has many rules, and everyone does not want to be restrained in everything.

But Zhao Baihu's son played in the personal team. Not only was he in the team, but he was also very attentive to his work. He was soaked from frequent training. Seeing his son's progress, Zhao Baihu also devoted himself to doing things with Master Zhang.

Now that one or two of them are all like this, they will be petrified when they go up, Zhao Baihu is anxious in his heart, wishing to drag Zhong Xian and Sun Liangdong down to beat him up.

"What's the matter, what's the matter?" He was furious, he didn't care about his old age, his legs and feet were no longer as flexible as they used to be, so he squeezed through the crowd and climbed up the salt pond.

After going on and looking down, he was still dumbstruck, pointed at the salt pond with both hands, trembling all over, his face turned pale, his mouth was tongue-tied, his chest was drooling, and he didn't even know to wipe it off.

"Father, you are really ashamed."

Things are wrong here, Wang Yunfeng has already dispatched a small banner soldier to maintain order, and Zhao Baihu's son happened to be there. Seeing his own father's virtue, Zhao Baihu's son was very dissatisfied and couldn't help it whispered something in the queue.

At this time, thousands of people probably surrounded Yanchi, and a few hundred households who were dissatisfied with Zhang Shouren were also mixed in the crowd. Seeing the situation in front of them, several hundred households all sneered.

"It must be that the salt pond was destroyed, so I said, can salt be produced with these square ponds?"

"That's right, why do you take us for fools? If this can produce salt, the ancestors have suffered so much, it is really wronged."

"As long as he can, is he making a fool of himself now?"

A group of people spoke sarcastically, and they were not afraid of being overheard at this time. They deliberately shook their heads and said loudly. It was bulging, but it was hard to say anything.

The general banners, small banners, and ordinary military households around these hundreds of households are all begging for work in Zhangjiabao these days. Respect.

But after hearing the words of the hundred households in their fort, they felt reasonable, and they all nodded for a while, and they all agreed to say it.

"Salt, all salt!"

When there was a lot of discussion below, Sun Liangdong suddenly howled like a wolf.

While screaming, he jumped down abruptly, as if he was still jumping headfirst. The people below were startled and startled. When he looked again, this Sun Liangdong's head and face were covered with salt, in vain. Yes, the turban, face, and clothes are all snow-white refined salt.