The biting cold wind swept across the imperial city of the Ming Dynasty with dust and gravel. The pedestrians on the streets were running in a hurry, and no one wanted to stay outside in such cold weather for a longer time.

At the foot of the city wall, a group of beggars crowded together to keep warm, discussing which big household in the city would be able to get half full when they hold a wedding.

A sudden dazzling light attracted the beggars' gaze, and an extremely dazzling blue light suddenly flashed under the foot of the wall not far away. As the light dissipated, a strange man with short hair appeared suddenly there.

Yan Fei opened his mouth slightly and stared at the group of beggars in front of him. The information surging in his mind made him feel like he was having a split headache.

As the end of the year approaches, the company has been circulating with the news of layoffs for poor performance. In order to save his work, Yan Fei, who has been working overtime, went to work while yawning, was hit by a ball of light falling from the sky. When he woke up again, he was already in a completely different world.

A piece of information poured into Yan Fei's mind and let him know the whole story. The light ball that hit him was condensed by the soul of the guardian beast dragon of the Chinese nation. After choosing Yan Fei, the dragon soul sent him to the seventeenth year of Chongzhen, an era soaked in blood.

Dragon Soul asked Yan Fei, who was chosen by him to prevent the Qing Dynasty from entering the pass and rule the land of China. The darkest era in a thousand years was opened. If it could not be done, the Dragon Soul, who had been integrated into his body, would forcefully leave to find the next selected person and lead to Yan Fei's death directly.

Of course, this matter is not without benefits. First, Yan Fei will gain the ability to travel between the modern world anytime and anywhere and the seventeenth year of Chongzhen. Then the powerful power and powerful body given to him by the Dragon Soul.

"Stop the Qing Dynasty from entering the pass and destroy these Tungus people? In the 17th year of Chongzhen?" Yan Fei pinched his fists and felt the surging power in his body, but he felt a little helpless.

There was too little time. By the 17th year of Chongzhen, the Qing Dynasty had developed into a huge armed group. Even if Yan Fei had some dragon power, he would not be able to kill dozens or millions of people by himself. If that were the case, he would be exhausted.

At this time, if you want to develop your own strength, you will lack the necessary time. At most, Li Zicheng will enter the capital to destroy the Ming Dynasty. Then, Wu Sangui, who was angry and angry, led the Qing army into the pass. In only a few months, how should Li Feng stop this?

Just when Yan Fei was full of confusion, the frightened beggars fell in love with Yan Fei standing there.

The dark blue halo before was indeed very scary, but these beggars were more willing to believe that it was just an hallucination of being hungry. And for these beggars who had nothing but a bad life, there was indeed nothing that was very scared.

"Looking at his strange costume, he must be a foreigner." The leading beggars discussed quietly and immediately took the little beggars to take action. Robbing out of the country is definitely a familiar thing for them.

"What are you doing?" Yan Fei, who came to his senses, frowned and shouted in a low voice when he saw the beggar surrounding him.

"What are you doing?" The old beggar with wrinkles on his face, and with a thin and thin face, pulled open the corners of his mouth and exposed his mouth full of yellow teeth, staring at Yan Fei greedily. "Be honest and hand over the silver and clothes on his body, otherwise~~~~ah!"

The old beggar who was scaring Yan Fei with a grim smile on his face suddenly saw a palm print flashing in front of him, and then he flew into the air!

Faced with the robbery, Yan Fei chose to take action directly.

He slapped out and directly slapped the leading old beggar and turned around for three and a half weeks. He flew out seven or eight meters away and then fell heavily to the ground.

The beggars next to them were stunned. How much power is needed to knock people away so far!

Yan Fei looked at his hand in surprise. He just slapped him casually. He inherited some of the dragon's power so powerful!

As the old beggar fell heavily into the distance, the beggars surrounding Yan Fei looked at him like ghosts. Even his natural divine power could not be so exaggerated!

"What year is this year? Where is this place?" Yan Fei pinched his fingers and looked at the beggars around him, and his cold eyes made the beggars shudder.

"On the third day of the first lunar month of the 17th year of Chongzhen in the Ming Dynasty, this is Beijing City."

"Sure enough." Yan Fei narrowed his eyes and pinched his chin, thinking in his heart how to complete the task assigned by Dragon Soul. He believed that Dragon Soul had no need to lie to him. If he failed to complete the task, he would probably die!

To prevent the Qing Dynasty from entering the pass or even directly destroying them, it requires a strong enough army. In this chaotic era, as long as there is money and food, it is not difficult to form a team. For example, Li Zicheng and Zhang Xianzhong rely on the robbed silver and food to form a large army of hundreds of thousands of refugees.

Yan Fei is just an ordinary person from an ordinary family and just lives a life-long salary. He has no money or food to feed hundreds of thousands of people, but he has a calm mind.

Not to mention the power given by the Dragon Soul, the ability to travel through two different time and space anytime, anywhere is the most important. If you can exchange materials between two time and space, things will become much simpler. What he has to do now is to get the first start-up capital first.

Doing anything requires money. Whether it is living a good life in the modern world or forming an army in the time and space of the Ming Dynasty to complete the mission of Dragon Soul, it requires a lot of funds as a backing.

Yan Fei, who came to his senses, suddenly found that the group of frightened beggars had all run away, and even the old beggars who were blown out and lying on the ground without knowing their life and death were not taken away.

After shaking his head, Yan Fei walked into the largest city in the 17th century and looked for projects that could make him rich. Then he saw a store specializing in selling salt.

In the modern world, a pound of salt costs two yuan, but at this time, the price of a pound of salt in Beijing was as high as five cents, or half a tael of silver. As for the quality, it was completely incomparable.

"What a great opportunity." Seeing the crowd waiting for purchases in front of the salt shop, Yan Fei clapped his hands and hurried back to the modern world.

Yan Fei was preparing to use salt from modern time and space to sell money in Ming Dynasty time and space. Of course, it was not for silver. The price of silver per gram in the modern world is only more than three yuan. Yan Fei was thinking of using silver to exchange gold in Ming Dynasty time and space, and then bringing gold back to the modern world for sale.

In the modern world, gold is more than 300 grams per gram, which is huge profits.

After returning to the modern world, Yan Fei did not go to work in the company. He first rented a van at the car rental company, and then went straight to the salt company and bought more than a dozen unpacked bags of salt.

Fortunately, I don’t need various proofs to buy salt now, so I have left a lot of time for Yan Fei.

After driving to an unmanned park, Yan Fei thought about it and picked up a bag of hundreds of pounds and traveled directly back to the time and space of the late Ming Dynasty.

"Are your shopkeeper here?" Yan Fei walked into the salt shop and started calling the boss out.

The salt shop guy was very curious when he saw Yan Fei wearing strange outfits. However, in the late Ming Dynasty, many Westerners came to the Ming Dynasty, especially in Beijing, so he could barely accept it. Seeing that Yan Feifei didn't look like he was here to buy salt, the guy hurriedly called the shopkeeper out.

"I don't know what advice is for this guest official." The shopkeeper in a long robe and a goatee came out and bowed to Yan Fei to ask.

Yan Fei was not long-winded and opened the salt bag he brought with one hand to reveal the salt inside.

‘Hiss~~~’ The shopkeeper who was originally holding his goatee with a calm look on his face instantly pulled a few beards off, then he stretched out his hand with a warning look and squeezed out a small amount of salt from his pocket, looked at it, and put it in his mouth.

"This is the best green salt!" The shopkeeper looked at Yan Fei in surprise.

Sichuan, Shaanxi and other places that produce high-quality green salt have already fallen into the hands of bandits at this time. After the source of goods is cut off, these high-quality green salts that are exclusively for wealthy and powerful families have already become popular goods, and are completely high-quality goods with prices but no market.

"Come with me." The shopkeeper with his eyes flashed quickly closed the bag and signaled Yan Fei to go to the backyard with him.

"You were too careless, how could you walk in so swaying?" After coming to the backyard, the shopkeeper said with dissatisfaction, "What if you are caught!"

The Ming Dynasty's salt was sold exclusively. If there was no salt, it would be a private salt that would be chopped off. The shopkeeper obviously regarded Yan Fei as a private salt dealer.

"Tell me, how much is it." Yan Fei didn't say much nonsense, and went straight to the topic.

"Now the salt price in Beijing has soared. You can count as five cents of silver as a pound of green salt." A look of greed flashed in the shopkeeper's eyes and offered a price of ordinary salt.

"Prepare a big cart for me." Yan Fei didn't say much, and asked the shopkeeper to prepare a wooden cart for him. When he came to a place where no one was around, he returned to the modern world and loaded more than a dozen bags of salt onto a big cart to transport it to this salt shop again.

"Do you still have it?" Looking at the dozen bags of green salt in front of you, the shopkeeper's hands trembled in shock.

"I have as much as you want." Yan Fei laughed, "But I have a request."

"Please say." The shopkeeper with a trembling voice looked at Yan Fei, looking extremely excited.

"The price can be calculated as you say." Yan Fei stared at the shopkeeper with bright eyes, "But I want gold."

The shopkeeper quickly counted the dozens of bags of green salt in front of him, roughly estimated that it was at least several thousand kilograms, and nodded quickly to agree.

After weighing, there were a total of 6,000 kilograms of green salt. The ratio of gold and silver in the Ming Dynasty was one to ten. The final result was three hundred taels of gold in Yan Fei's hands.

After the agreement was made to deliver the goods tomorrow, Yan Fei left with satisfaction.
Chapter completed!