From the fusion of Tongbei Quan to the Longevity Martial Saint

Ding Mingcheng said enthusiastically:

"Don't worry, you can have someone keep an eye on it when it's weighed. The people at the dock won't dare to tamper with it."

"Right next to it is our temporary office for the salt patrol."

Ding Mingcheng clearly wanted to befriend him, and Fang Qing also wanted to inquire about some news about the current Great Qian Dynasty, so he naturally agreed.

Ding Mingcheng simply gestured for him to proceed.

"Brother Fang, this way please."

The Salt Patrol Guard has the duty of supervision, but does not participate in the direct handover of salt fields.

Therefore, temporary offices were set up at each ferry crossing where salt was collected and stored.

The so-called office was actually just a temporary thatched shed.

Of course, the interior area of ​​this thatched hut is at least five or six times the size of the thatched hut Fang Qing used to live in.

Ding Mingcheng personally brewed a pot of tea for Fang Qing.

The two chatted for a few minutes while drinking tea.

"Lord Ding, I just read in this pamphlet that salt bandits seem to be quite rampant lately."

Seeing Fang Qing holding that booklet, Ding Mingcheng sighed helplessly.

"Brother Fang, to be honest, just half a month ago, when we were wiping out salt bandits on an island, we were ambushed by them."

"Later, Lord Gu single-handedly defeated the leader of the salt bandits; otherwise, the losses would have been even more severe."

"However, with your searchlight, Lord Fang, it will be much easier for us to suppress bandits in the future."

"These salt bandits are active both at sea and in their strongholds, on most of the islands."

"They are relying on their familiarity with the area, whether it's by water or on an island."

"Now, as long as we use your searchlight, Brother Fang, these salt bandits will have nowhere to hide."

"Recently, our salt patrol garrison has also carried out several bandit suppression operations."

"Please keep the secret of the searchlight for now, Brother Fang, and don't tell anyone else."

"If the salt bandits get wind of our operation in advance and take precautions, then we may lose many more brothers."

Upon hearing this, Fang Qing immediately promised that the news would not be leaked for some time.

Those in charge of the saltworks were instructed not to disclose this information.

Just then, Ding Mingcheng waved to the distance.

Fang Qing looked in the direction Ding Mingcheng was waving.

A group of people were seen jumping ashore from a moored boat in the distance.

Walking at the front was a young woman.

Ding Mingcheng explained while waving his hand.

"Brother Fang, to be honest, before I joined the Salt Patrol Guard, I came from the Canal Gang."

Fang Qing of the canal gang naturally knew this.

Fang Qing and his team transported the salt from their various saltworks to Yangzhou via the Grand Canal.

As the scale of transporting salt grew, these boatmen formed their own faction, known as the Canal Gang.

Fang Qing hadn't expected that Ding Mingcheng was actually a second-generation shipowner.

A short while later, a petite woman with an exquisite longsword at her waist walked over.

Ding Mingcheng quickly stood up and introduced.

"Lord Fang, this is my younger sister, Ding Jiao."

"Now I'm in charge of transporting some of the shipping fleets for the canal gangs."

"Sister, this is the Lord Fang I told you about last night."

Ding Jiao is petite, but has an amazing figure with a slim waist, long legs, and plenty of curves in all the right places.

Her face was both innocent and alluring, with her eyes slightly upturned when she looked at people, and paired with the exquisite longsword at her waist, she was both cool and fierce.

She just stands there and you can't take your eyes off her, it's like your heart is on fire.

Upon hearing what Ding Mingcheng said, Ding Jiao immediately frowned.

The next moment, he raised his hand and bowed in the direction of Fang Qing.

"Lord Fang, if you have any needs regarding shipping in the future, you can simply send someone to this dock to find me."

After exchanging greetings, Ding Jiao turned to Ding Mingcheng and spoke.

"Brother, a boat belonging to the Canal Gang is about to set sail. I'll make the arrangements."

"You and Lord Fang can continue drinking tea."

After saying that, Ding Jiao didn't give Ding Mingcheng a chance to stop her.

He nodded to Fang Qing, then turned and led his men back to the dock.

Ding Mingcheng stood there, muttering helplessly.

"You could at least keep Lord Fang company for a cup of tea."

Fang Qing gave Ding Mingcheng a meaningful look.

How could he not know what Ding Mingcheng meant?

However, Fang Qing did not expose him.

After chatting for a few more minutes, they learned that Gu Changyuan was already on his way to Yangzhou to meet with the Salt Commissioner, Lord Lin.

Just then, Yang Zhi had finished weighing the salt and successfully put it into storage.

After all the handover procedures were completed, Fang Qing stood up and bowed to Ding Mingcheng in farewell.

After Fang Qing left, Ding Mingcheng quickly went to the dock and found his younger sister Ding Jiao, who was busy working.

He directly pulled his younger sister, Ding Jiao, aside.

"Jiaomei, why didn't you sit down and have a cup of tea with Lord Fang just now, and get to know him properly?"

Upon hearing this, Ding Jiao looked displeased.

"Ding Mingcheng, look at the kind of people you've introduced me to!"

"So what if a salt farmer in a salt field is the head of the saltworks?"

"You're asking me to marry my own sister? Aren't you pushing me into a fire pit?"

Upon hearing this, Ding Mingcheng was immediately enraged.

"You, a lowly boatman, dare to look down on Fang Qing for being a salt farmer?"

Ding Jiao crossed her arms and pouted.

"So what if I'm just a boatman? Everyone calls us boat owners."

"But look at them, the salt producers, what do outsiders call them?"

"He's called Salt Beggar."

"They're even worse off than the beggars on the street."

"Even if Fang Qing is a kitchen worker, he can at most be considered the head of the salt beggars."

"We're not even that well-matched, how dare you introduce me to him?"

Ding Mingcheng was so angry at his sister's barrage of questions that his hands trembled.

Ding Jiao continued talking.

"I just walked up to him and smelled the fishy smell on his clothes."

"I feel nauseous."

"Also, although his face is not bad-looking, he looks like a bear."

"The thought of those rough, big hands trying to unbutton my clothes gives me goosebumps."

"Furthermore, he's only at the third level of Body Tempering, not even as strong as me at the fifth level."

"How could you even think of introducing someone like that to me?"

Ding Mingcheng pointed at his younger sister, his hand trembling slightly.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a pain in his chest from anger and clutched his chest tightly with his hand.

Yesterday, when we finally withdrew from the Jinsha Saltworks.

Gu Changyuan once reviewed the battle between Jinsha Saltworks and Zhujiazhuang with Ding Mingcheng.

After reviewing the situation, Gu Changyuan gave Fang Qing an eight-word evaluation.

"A man of both literary and military talent, this man is extraordinary!"

Even Gu Changyuan believed that if he led a group of salt farmers with little cultivation and combat ability, he would not be able to withstand the more than one hundred tenant farmers of Zhu Family Village who were actually salt bandits in disguise.

The two sides are not evenly matched in terms of combat strength.

Fang Qing turned the tide against all odds, with no salt workers at the Jinsha Saltworks suffering any casualties.

Such talent, who has a grasp of the overall situation and is good at using strategies, is hard to find even within the Salt Patrol Guard; they are few and far between.

It was after hearing Gu Changyuan's evaluation of Fang Qing that Ding Mingcheng began to consider marrying his sister to Fang Qing.

Who is Gu Changyuan?

He was a Silver Guard who became a Salt Patrol Officer at a very young age.

Even the Salt Commissioner, Lord Lin, knew him well.

Ding Mingcheng had great faith in this person's judgment.

Unfortunately, her own sister didn't even like Fang Qing.

He even gave Fang Qing a piece of his mind...

This infuriated Ding Mingcheng. Even when he suffered a defeat at the hands of the salt bandits, he had never been this angry...

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