"Hey." The boy said without hesitation, "The official salt is forty-seven pounds per pound. It tastes bitter and is often short of two pounds or two pounds. Who among us would buy that stuff?"

Jiang Yang heard this and asked doubtfully: "Does the government not care about this kind of thing?"

"Forget it about other places." The boy chuckled, "Our place is under the control of the Yan family, and the county master can't take care of it."

Jiang Yang nodded slightly, looking thoughtful.

Look at the size of this village. There are hundreds of households, with a population of at least several hundred, and a certain number of militiamen. The Yan family has been operating here for so many years, and they have already twisted these villagers into a piece of iron. The official power is going to be here.

It is really impossible to grow it somewhere.

Unless troops are sent to suppress it.

However, this place is full of bandits and ghosts. If the Suhe County government had the spare power to send troops to do such noisy things, this place would no longer be like this.

As long as these villagers don't rebel, the Yan family can help collect some taxes. Once the money is in place, other officials probably won't bother to care, and they will be happy to relax.

As for official salt, there is no need to worry about selling it. There are many places under the control of the government.

At this moment, he saw another group of people walking in the direction of the village entrance.

Jiang Yang sat at the roadside table, eating and watching the excitement on the other side of the stage. He thought to himself, although this is the countryside, the Yan family really knows how to live.

At this moment, I heard people around me talking again.

"The new singing troupe hired by the Yan family is really good."

"In a few days, it will be the Autumn Festival. Of course, we have to do this to save face. I heard that it was a famous opera troupe specially invited by Butler Chen. They all know what other troupes can do. If other troupes don't know how to do it, they can't do it."

Everybody."

"so smart?"

Jiang Yang listened beside him, feeling very happy in his heart.

He looked over there and saw a martial arts student doing somersaults on the stage, like a wind wheel. No wonder the audience cheered.

There was a man dressed as a squad leader in the audience. He looked to be about forty or fifty years old. He was stout, with gray hair on his temples, and a beard like needles. He was dressed in gray cloth, and his arms and legs were tied up with linen. He looked very handsome.

Strong.

At this time, he was talking to a young man in a low voice.

The younger one was short and lean, like a monkey, with a red spot on his face, which was very funny.

While the two were chatting, a strange smile suddenly appeared on the monkey-faced face.

Jiang Yang frowned, feeling an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

He then shook his head. You can't think it's weird just because someone is ugly, right?

But I happened to be walking around the village at this time, so I took the opportunity to explore and see if there were any tasks.

I wonder if this troupe has any hidden missions.

With this thought in mind, he simply pulled over the boy and asked, "This troupe?"

"Not bad, right?" The boy grinned, "The Yan family paid for it."

"It's okay." Jiang Yang responded casually, and then asked the boy for some detailed information about the theater troupe.

For example, the troupe leader's surname is Ma, and most of the people in this group are also surnamed Ma, so the troupe is called Ma's Troupe.

"But Brother Jiang." At this time, the boy suddenly whispered mysteriously, "Do you feel that this troupe is a little weird?"

"Weird?" Jiang Yang's eyelids twitched suddenly. He hadn't asked yet. Did others feel weird too? He quickly asked, "What's weird?"

The boy whispered: "I got up and went to the hut last night. When I passed by the neighborhood, I found that the people from the troupe seemed to be missing."

???

"Gone?" Jiang Yang's heart suddenly trembled.

Is it possible that people can disappear out of thin air?


Chapter completed!