Mrs. Peng's breath was long and she cried and cursed for a long time. Several salt merchants waited for a while before they could speak.

"Sir, this Wang Kui is really abominable. In addition to killing the generals, he also has despicable evil deeds!"

A leading salt merchant was filled with righteous indignation and walked forward: "The ancients said that those who eat money should not compete for profit with the people. This is an ancient saying, and no one who reads the books of sages does not understand it. But Wang Kui was arrogant and wanted to sail against the current and do things that both the people and the gods were angry."

Another salt merchant said with a tacit understanding: "Yes, sir, he appointed the barbarian general Changsun Hong to handle the Xichuan salt affairs. He used the excuse of convenient salt tax collection and covered the sky with his own hands. He asked Ruifuxiang Trading Company to monopolize the transaction of well salt. If others want to buy salt, they must buy it from Ruifuxiang, otherwise they will not be able to buy salt. Think about it, the profit here is swallowed up by these two corrupt officials!"

The salt merchants agreed again, saying every word and I, clamoring and roaring, one louder than the other, and even suppressed the voice of Mrs. Peng, who was crying, and Peng Daya felt aching.

"Sir, you can't ignore this matter." An old salt merchant said: "If this continues, let them do whatever they want. The peaceful situation that Xichuan finally recovers will become a desolate again. Sir, it is easy to avoid military disasters, but it is difficult to prevent man-made disasters!"

Everyone recognized this person, but he was a very big salt merchant in Sichuan. He sold well salt throughout the surrounding areas. He spent a lot of money every year in the bag. The owner was named Zhang on the surface, but there was a faint shadow of Peng Daya behind him.

Everyone is tacit. Who is not under the mercy behind this business? Otherwise, they would have to rely on serious management and would have been eaten by others, and even bones would not be left.

This is the voice of many salt merchants, and it is best to put it into consideration.

Peng Daya really became more angry and slapped the table and shouted: "It's too much, too much! It's simply outrageous! Salt profit is the main focus of profit and tax, and there was a saying that salt tax accounted for half of the sky. The four routes of Sichuan and Gorges were to reorganize, and salt tax was indispensable! The reason why the court withdrew the Xichuan Transportation Envoy was to leave all the taxes here to Sichuan, as a way to clean up the rivers and mountains and build Sichuan and Gorges again, but not to fill personal pockets!"

"They did this to live up to the expectations of the officials and to disrupt the reconstruction strategy of Sichuan Gorges. Wang Kui and I were the deputy envoys, and there was no distinction between high and low. But I didn't know how to take me seriously with such a big thing?"

His hands slapped on the table, and the table of pear blossoms was squeaking and shaking. It was hard to imagine that a civil servant had such strength. Anyone who knew him knew that this was because Lord Peng was extremely angry.

Cutting off the road to wealth is like killing parents. The Peng family is naturally a local tyrant. They have to make money in any business and get a share of the pie. Like countless Sichuan officials involved in salt trading, they make countless profits in salt profit every year. Changsun Hong uses one trick to remove the firewood from the cauldron, and of course they make countless enemies.

"I will submit the imperial envoy to the imperial court and write a letter to the Censorate to sue him for disrespect for law and discipline!" Peng Daya puffed her cheeks and said angrily: "The court will punish the crime, see how long he can still jump around!"

Everyone waited for a long time, looking at Peng Daya with expectations, hoping that while he was angry, he would come up with some way to turn the tide, but he just heard this ending and was immediately disappointed.

Isn’t this equivalent to having no choice but to sue the official?

It’s like a child loses a fight and goes back to settle the score with his parents in tears?

He sued the Xuanfu Envoy, the court, and the Censorate, who are afraid of you? Since he dares to do it, he is certainly confident.

Everyone sighed inwardly, looking at each other with a helpless look. Wang Kui and Changsun Hong clearly decided to take you. The soldiers were in power and their fists were hard. I was afraid that you would sue him?

This world is very different from the times when martial artists were useless.

Peng Daya was still making harsh words, but after all, he had no other idea except to keep shouting about complaining. He heard it as boring as chanting scriptures over and over again.

The salt merchant in the Peng family empathized with it and felt that his master's reaction was a bit too weak. What should I do if I sue him and ignore him? Is this business still done? Everyone followed him, not to listen to this.

You have to come up with some useful methods.

His eyes rolled and he quickly bowed, "Sir, it's natural to sue the court, but the distance cannot quench the near thirst. Wait for Shangguan to investigate, and after a while, he will be delayed. I don't know when it will be possible to find out, but now it's already burning, and it's only a day of delay. How can we salt merchants afford to delay? Changsun Hong also said that if we don't buy salt now, we will increase the price in the future. By then, there will be nothing left. You have to make an idea!"

Peng Daya rolled his eyes and closed his mouth immediately. He felt angry, but if he really wanted to push it, he would be timid. It would be okay to let him lose his temper. If he fights head-on with Wang Kui, it would be deadly.

He knew Wang Kui's background very clearly, and he could not beat him.

Meng Gong, the commander of Jinghu and Sichuan Propaganda and Fufu, was in a quarrel with Wang Kui, and had a close relationship in private. Many officials in the court wanted to take Meng Gong's breath. What should Peng Daya fight?

He stumbled his own salt merchant leaning against the back of the chair, and his anger was extinguished, and his eyes were half-closed, asking, "What are your ideas? Let's hear it."

The salt merchant turned around and looked at the crowd behind him, then looked up at Peng Daya, with fierce eyes and said loudly: "Sir, the salt is shared by all over Sichuan, not exclusively by Xichuan. Why do Wang Kui do whatever he wants? The adult is also the deputy commander of the system. Dongchuan builds a city and strengthens the army, so why can't he stretch out his hand? So we think that it's better to be tough and make some gestures."

Peng Daya's heart was thrilled. The angry anger just now went away, and he narrowed his eyes and said, "You... continue talking."

"The villain suggests that the adults can send troops to the Salt Supervisor to drive away the barbarian generals and soldiers. Those barbarians are vulgar villagers and do not understand Wang Hua. Although they are fierce, they are not many people. As long as the adults' troops are surging, the army is approaching and occupying two salt-producing areas, who can do anything?" The salt merchant flipped his mouth and said, "If the beacon is everywhere today, the court can't take care of themselves. Afterwards, the adults wrote a memorial saying that Dongchuan was short of money, and Xichuan held his pocket and refused to give it. He had to make this decision. The court took into account the overall situation and would not do anything to the adults. At worst, it would be mixed with the two salt supervisors. Dongchuan and Xichuan were one on the side of the Xichuan. In this way, we can get some benefits, which is better than nothing!"

When everyone heard this, their eyes lit up and thought that this method was wonderful. This was a method of unreasonable action. Wang Kui, aren’t you going to do it randomly? I also go around. Whoever has the biggest fist will eat candy. Hehe, anyway, we are the only one in Sichuan, and there will always be benefits if we make a big fist.

Peng Daya opened her eyes and closed them again and again, and thought for a moment, saying, "This... I'll send troops over. What should I do if the fight starts?"

"It's okay to fight!" The salt merchant said viciously: "The barbarian soldiers are already wild. The lords look for some witnesses and also wrote a document saying that the barbarian soldiers are arrogant and rude and cannot plunder in the Han area. The public is so angry that they attacked our Dongchuan soldiers first. The lords were forced to fight back themselves due to helplessness, and put the blame on the barbarians and sued them first. No matter how many people died, they would not do the adults' affairs! After investigation, the court must first attack the barbarians!"

Peng Daya thought about it and said that it was wonderful to clap the high fives. This method was insidious and hit the barbarians' weaknesses. The Song Dynasty court had already looked down on the barbarians and thought that this was a group of uneducated guys. It was OK to be a gunman. If the barbarians wanted to climb up and be on an equal footing with the Han people, it would not work.

It’s good to put the blame on the barbarians, it’s great, it’s great. Anyway, the word “official” is all about writing. I handed over the memorial first, and Wang Kui missed the opportunity to say anything.

The salt merchants were also applauding, feeling that they had a clever plan. Even Mrs. Peng, who had been crying, stopped crying, and the pear blossoms were filled with rain, and they smiled.

However, it seems that something was missing.

Peng Daya felt a little uneasy and always felt that there was something he didn't think about.

He thought about it over and over again, but there was no omission.
Chapter completed!