Putting away the Cangxuan Sword, Wu Bei said to the dazed Yang Shizhen: "Uncle Yang, the rest will be left to you."
Yang Shizhen came to his senses and said loudly: "Kill me!"
Without a few Wuhun realm masters, Siyingzhai fell into chaos and soon surrendered. Yang Shizhen didn't kill many people. He only executed those who participated in the battle and kept the rest. After all, he was in charge of a village.
Mines require a lot of people.
Wu Bei has now come to the Yuanjing mine to check. A large amount of Yuanjing is produced here every day. Since it is far from the ground, workers need to dig it inside and carry it back in baskets.
This Yuan Jing Mine is like a chicken that lays golden eggs. As long as it is there, you can obtain a steady stream of wealth.
At this time, Yang Shizhen also arrived. He smiled and said: "My dear nephew, I didn't expect you to be so brave. I didn't even use the means I prepared."
Wu Bei asked: "I heard that Uncle Yang has a trump card, what is it?"
Yang Shizhen took out a palm-sized box from his arms, with exquisite carvings on the surface. He said: "There are 360,000 fine needles of cow hair inside, which are so small that they cannot be seen by the naked eye. Once opened, they will be destroyed."
The enemy in front of me. However, it can only be used once, so I won’t use it easily."
Wu Bei: "Fortunately it was useless, otherwise it would have been wasted."
Yang Shizhen: "80% of the profits from this mine must be handed over, and the remaining 20% will be half for you and half for the Yang family. Do you think that's okay?"
Wu Bei was surprised: "You still have to hand over half of it?"
Yang Shizhen: "That's of course. Whether it's the Yang family or the Siying Village, they are all small forces below. The real owner of this mine is the Lan family above."
Wu Bei: "Is there a martial arts master in the Lan family?"
Yang Shizhen: "Well, there is a master of the second level of martial arts. At the second level of martial arts, he can destroy a strong man of the tenth level of martial arts with one hand. He is too powerful."
Wu Bei: "Hand over 80% of the proceeds, the Lan family has a really big appetite."
"This is nothing. In some places, 90% has to be handed over. The Lan family controls more than a thousand mineral deposits. And most of Baimucheng's tax revenue is handed over to the Lan family."
Wu Bei: “Doesn’t the state collect taxes?”
Yang Shizhen: "The Lan family has official titles. The head of the Lan family is the local state pastor, so part of the income will be handed over to the national treasury."
Wu Bei: "It is a good idea for a place to be governed by those with strong force."
Yang Shizhen: "My dear nephew, let the subordinates take care of the things here. You go and accompany Siling. We are getting married in a few days. You two are so familiar."
Wu Bei: "Okay."
At this time, Yang Siling was choosing a dowry with her mother. As Yang Shizhen's only daughter, her family loved her very much.
At this time, a beautiful woman walked in. She looked about thirty. She glanced at the dowry in the room and said with a smile: "Si Ling, you don't have to choose. If you like it, just bring it all."
Yang Siling smiled and said: "Second Aunt, you don't need so many, just pick a few."
This woman is the wife of Yang Siling's second uncle, named Huang Yujian. However, her second uncle passed away when he was twenty years old. Ten years ago, one year after his second uncle passed away, this second aunt gave birth to a boy.
Everyone knew that the boy's biological father was Yang Shizhen. After his younger brother died, it was a local tradition for his sister-in-law to live with his eldest brother. However, Yang Shizhen missed his brother, so he claimed that the boy was the posthumous son left by his younger brother.
To continue the incense.
Both Yang Siling and her daughter knew about this matter, but they didn't mind much. On the contrary, they were very kind to the boy, and Yang Siling even treated him as his own brother.
Huang Yujian smiled and said: "Bring more, just in case you don't get used to the food and accommodation there, and you can't go home often, at least the things at home will be easy to use."
Hearing this, Yang Siling was slightly unhappy. She was not married yet, so why did she say that she couldn't go home often?
Yang Siling was a person without a city, and her unhappiness immediately showed on her face. She said calmly: "Second Aunt, my father said that from now on, this family business will belong to me and Chu Han!"
Yang Shizhen did say this because he loved his daughter very much. But the premise of his saying this was that Wu Bei would definitely have a greater future in the future, and he looked down upon the Yang family's property.
But Huang Yuzhen didn't know this, so she was suddenly shocked and said, "Give you the family property?"
"Yes." Yang Siling deliberately angered her, "My father said it himself."
Huang Yuzhen looked gloomy, turned around and walked back.
Yang Siling didn't know that her words would bring about her own death.
But Huang Yuzhen hurriedly came to the courtyard where he lived, and a man who looked like a housekeeper was waiting here.
She quickly said: "Qing'an, it's not good."
This man named Qing'an is the chief steward of the Yang Mansion, and he has the final say on all matters big and small. Yang Shizhen has not had much contact with Huang Yuzhen in the past few years, so she soon became close to the chief steward Qing'an.
Of course, she kept all this from Yang Shizhen.
An Qing frowned: "What's wrong?"
Huang Yujian: "Yang Shizhen wants to hand over the property to Chu Han, his future son-in-law. What will happen to my son in this case?"
The chief butler An Qing rolled his eyes and said: "Then, the key now is Chu Han and Yang Siling. As long as one of these two people dies, the marriage will not be completed!"
Huang Yuzhen was surprised: "You mean, kill one of them?"
An Qing nodded, thought for a while and said: "I have a colorless and odorless poison here. After taking it, you will bleed to death from the seven holes, and the poison will be released in a short time, making it impossible to find out the cause of death. You think of a way,
Put it into Yang Siling’s food and tea!”
Huang Yuzhen was a little scared: "Will Yang Shizhen guess that I did it?"
An Qing said calmly: "You and Yang Siling have always had a good relationship, and Yang Shizhen won't think of you. Don't be afraid, if you don't take action now, you won't have a chance to do anything in the future!"
Huang Yuzhen gritted his teeth: "Okay, I'll go now!"
On the other side, as soon as Yang Siling picked out the things, Wu Bei arrived.
"Brother Chu, didn't you go to Siying Village? How is the situation?" she asked quickly.
Wu Beidao: "Everything goes well. Uncle Yang is taking over the place. I'll come and see you."
Yang Siling: "Brother Chu, this is my mother."
Wu Bei stepped forward to say hello, said a few words, and then the two of them went to Yang Siling's room.
Even Yang Shizhen rarely came to Yang Siling's boudoir. Wu Bei was the first man to enter her boudoir.
There was a faint fragrance in the room. As soon as he sat down, a maid came in with a pot of tea and said, "Miss, freshly brewed tea."
Yang Siling said: "Put it down." Then he poured a glass for Wu Bei himself.
Putting the tea cup to his lips, Wu Bei's heart moved and he felt that the tea was not right. On the other side, Yang Siling also poured a cup and was about to drink it.
Wu Bei said quickly: "You can't drink it!"
Yang Siling was stunned: "What's wrong?"
Wu Bei poured the tea on the ground, and a wisp of colorful smoke immediately evaporated from the ground.
Yang Siling was shocked: "What is this?"
Wu Bei said calmly: "The tea is poisonous."
Yang Siling came to her senses and quickly went to find the maid. However, when they arrived at the back room, they found that the maid who had brought tea had been stabbed to death, and her body was lying on the ground.
Yang Siling was so angry that he was shaking all over: "Who did it!"
This chapter has been completed!