Autumn goes and winter comes, and the wind is cold. On the official road leading to Huaibei Salt Field in Fengyang Prefecture, a huge convoy is slowly moving towards the salt field in the cold wind.

This convoy had thousands of horse-drawn flatbed cars, which were probably more than ten miles long. It looked really scary. The vendors, civilians, and even postmen, couldn't help but let them aside when they saw this, as if they were afraid of provoking these people.

In fact, there was nothing surprising about the people in this convoy. Whether they were driving the car or sitting in the carriage, they were quite ordinary. They didn't have any weapons in their hands. Except for being a little stronger, the others were no different from ordinary people.

So, why are the vendors, ordinary people, and even postmen along the way afraid of them?

It's very simple. At first glance, this kind of convoy is going to the salt yard to pull salt, otherwise there would be no cargo on the carriage.

Although salt merchants are also vendors, they generally have close relationships with the government. Otherwise, they would not be able to share the salt entries at all. Such a large fleet can at least bring in millions of kilograms of salt. In other words, the owner of this fleet has at least thousands of salt entries in his hands. Those who can get so many salt entries are definitely not ordinary people. Who dares to provoke them if they have nothing to do?

This convoy is the newly formed grain and salt transport fleet of the Yang family. At this moment, there are only more than a thousand carriages in the entire Yang family. The horses that pull the carriages are the war horses bought by Yang Cong and Chang Li to Daizhou herds together. The flatbed carriages were pieced together and finally got them together. As for the other two thousand carriages, they will have to be built after the New Year.

The scale of these more than a thousand carriages is already scary enough. Yang Lin rode at the front of the convoy, and he was so happy on his face.

There are so many carriages, and the 4,000-steam salt is finished in one trip. It’s not like before that I didn’t know how many trips I had to pull. I had to hire someone to hire a car and I had to be wary of bandits robbing. Not only did I say it, I also had to run back and forth, and I was so tired that I was exhausted.

He had never thought of building so many horses and buying so many horses before. It was not that he had no money to buy horses and build cars. The main reason was that he could not afford so many people. A carriage would require at least two people to drive in turn. One thousand vehicles would be two thousand people, and three thousand vehicles would be six thousand people. After a month, the wages would be tens of thousands of taels. In addition, the consumption of horses was tens of thousands of taels, and in a year it would be more than 200,000 taels. Four thousand salts would not necessarily make so much money. How dare he do this?

But it's different now. His son Yang Cong has brought him a share of more than 60,000 inlets, and the consumption of 3,000 carriages and 6,000 labor is nothing.

This is also his last trip to this "small business" of 4,000 entries. Next year, it will be more than 60,000 entries, which is exciting.

Yang Lin looked at the dense salt fields in front of him and couldn't help laughing: "Jianjiang, Jianlin, there is a salt field in front of him. Aren't you very curious about the salt field? I'll talk to Lord Pan later that if you have nothing to do these days, you can go to the salt field for a walk."

The brothers Li Jianjiang and Li Jianlin were sent by Yang Cong to protect his father and assist in managing the fleet. It is unsafe to transport salt these days. The price of salt is high, so it will be developed if you grab a truck of salt, let alone hundreds or thousands of trucks.

Therefore, Yang Lin used to hire someone to protect the robbers, for fear of being robbed by bandits. He didn't have to be so careful now, because there were two thousand strong laborers in the convoy, and they were all equipped with long sticks. Generally, hundreds or thousands of bandits were no match for them at all.

The brothers Li Jianjiang and Li Jianlin are indeed curious about the salt farm. Although they grew up by the beach, they have never been to the salt farm because they are all official and idle people don’t allow them to enter at all.

This is their first time entering the salt field, and they are really excited.

However, it is impossible for the team carrying salt to live in the salt field. There are salt fields inside the salt field. These two thousand people have not even enough places to stand.

The salt transport team usually finds a flat ground near the salt field near the water source to camp and rest. Yang Lin has told them a long time ago, so the convoy is several miles away from the salt field. They began to direct the strong men who are driving the carriage to the side of the road, unload the tents and beddings on it, and prepare to camp.

They have served as the temporary general flag and even fought with Japanese pirates. It is naturally more than enough to command two thousand young and strong laborers.

Soon, thousands of carriages were lined up into a huge square formation, with more than two thousand strong men in groups of ten and ten. They cooperated skillfully. After a while, tents appeared on the flat ground, very neatly, just like the camp of an army.

After the camp was completed, Li Jianjiang and Li Jianlin brothers followed Yang Lin and walked slowly towards a large mansion in the distance with several carriages covered with tarp.

This house is the place where officials who manage the salt farm work and accommodation, and Yang Lin has come back a lot and is familiar with the road.

Soon, everyone came to the gate of the house. Yang Lin stuffed a silver ingot to the yamen runner who was watching the door. Soon, a burst of laughter came from inside: "Oh, it's Brother Yang Lin who is here. I'm sorry for being in a misfortune."

A middle-aged official with a fat face walked quickly from inside, looking very friendly.

This is Pan Nian, the official who manages the salt farm. He is also a ninth-rank sesame official, but he is a very fat man.

Yang Lin also pretended to be kind and laughed: "Mr. Pan, it's been a long time since I saw you. I want to kill you."

The two of them exchanged greetings for a while, and Lord Pan led Yang Lin and his group into the courtyard.

Immediately afterwards, a group of yamen runners came up to take over the carriage. These people didn't even ask, and they snatched the reins of the carriage and pulled them in.

At this time, Li Jianjiang and Li Jianlin were a little nervous because there was silver on the carriage, which was 40,000 taels of silver. Is it just for others? Don’t you need to order numbers or something?

They couldn't help looking at Yang Lin with a nervous look on their faces, but Yang Lin was fine, shook his head at them with a smile, and then followed Pan Nian to the study next to them.

This filial piety is a rule, and this is not all filial piety to Lord Pan. Pan Nian just took action and he had to pay most of the money.

This rule has been going on for decades. The salt merchants who came to pull salt knew that no one dared to lose a penny, so Pan Nian didn't even count at all and ordered people to move to the inner courtyard.

Pan Nian brought Yang Lin into the study and politely treated her to her, then said kindly: "Brother Yang Lin, I heard that the son-in-law's top scorer in high school, you have a happy life now. Congratulations, congratulations."

Yang Lin quickly bowed and said modestly: "It is all the grace of the emperor, it is all the grace of the emperor."
Chapter completed!