Unlike Longyuan Palace, Northwest Palace is the center of Northwest City.
According to legend, four hundred years ago, the Northwest Road was quite desolate. The original Daocheng was in Yanzhou City, where the ancestors of the Zhang family in the northwest were entrusted.
The king of the northwest at that time had a long-term vision and was extremely perseverant. He led hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians to build a city here.
Four hundred years have passed, and the once small city has become one of the most important cities in the world.
To the east, there are thousands of miles of pastures, where countless horses are grazed, and to the south, there are endless farmlands, plus minerals and the like.
It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a collection of the best of one world. Therefore, over the past four hundred years, there has been an endless stream of people settling here. Today, there are millions of people.
For those on the move, the number is several times that.
Sitting in such a big city, it is not surprising that the wealth of the Zhang family in the northwest is far greater than that of the Longyuan Zhang family. However, when the big boss handed over the file, Yang Yu was still a little moved.
"I consider myself to be a very rich man, but compared to this old prince, I still feel ashamed and inferior..."
The big boss put down the file.
Just to count the supplies, he used thousands of people, all of whom were proficient in calculations, and it took him nearly two days to count.
Of course, more time is spent on Zhang Xuanyi’s huge number of children. These princes and grandsons are each richer than the last...
"Although I was prepared, it was still unexpected..."
He picked up a document and flipped through two pages. Yang Yu's eyelids couldn't help but twitch.
After coming to this world for nearly ten years, for the first time, he saw the word 'billion' on a document...
Thousands become billions!
All kinds of gold, silver coins, jewelry and jade, equivalent to silver, amounting to approximately 127.48 million...
What a huge wealth is this?
When he was working as a yamen servant in Heishan City, his income was only two taels a year, and when he was a jailer, his income was only ten taels.
A small courtyard cost seventy-five taels, and the precious medicinal soup for the first exchange was only two hundred taels of silver.
This is a huge wealth that most people in the world cannot earn in thousands of years!
"The roots of the Northwest Road are rotten! Zhang Xuanyi also has connections with people outside the Pass. Last spring, he also took thousands of dragons and horses and ten thousand pounds of black iron to Dali..."
The big boss also has some sour teeth.
He is responsible for attracting money and has an extremely keen sense of business. In the past few decades, he has built dozens of huge caravans across all roads and countless shops.
But even so, you can't earn so much money. Not to mention savings, costs, and expenses, it's far from enough.
And this does not include the grain, salt and iron, shops, land, mines, horse farms, orchards under the Zhang family's name in the northwest...
"However, 35% of this money is tax money handed over to the court..."
Yang Prison touched his chin.
This life is different from the previous life. The territory is too huge, so the initial tax for the court is silver, not food.
It is not paid every year, but it is paid once every ten years, and it is paid regularly. Calculating the time, it seems that this year is the tax year.
"How could he be willing to hand it over?"
The big boss sat down next to him and sneered when he heard this: "Why do you know why Yan Dongjun started to stir up trouble so quickly? Of course, Zhang Xuanyi's indulgence was among them!
The people are in chaos and rebels are everywhere. He has the final say whether to pay the taxes and how much to pay!"
Yang Yu nodded, it was not difficult to see, but as he touched his chin, he felt a little playful: "I'm afraid he's not the only one to do this..."
You know, it’s not just the Northwest Road that is in chaos...
"There is no way to resurrect Zhang Yuanzhu. The Zhang family today is not what it used to be..."
The big boss sighed.
He has been in business for many years and has traveled all over the world. He is naturally extremely sensitive to changes in the environment. In recent years, it has become apparent to the naked eye that business has become difficult to do.
The common people have no money to exploit, so isn’t it their turn?
After all, officials and gentry are one, and businessmen are just humble people...
"Besides counting the Zhang family, the other big families in the city must not be ignored either. People cannot escape, and money and food cannot escape either!"
Yang Prison spoke.
With his own strength, he wanted to subdue this most important city in the world, but he still couldn't.
The Zhang family is already a target of public criticism. He has many descendants but is useless. If he is touched, other wealthy families in the city will naturally not fight to the death.
But once it continues and touches them, it will be hard to say.
These gentry families control the people's livelihood in a city. If they really want to make trouble and mobilize the people, they will not be inferior to the Liansheng Cult.
Even though he was extremely skilled in martial arts, he didn't want to face that situation.
"correct."
The big boss thought of something and looked a little strange: "What are you going to do with the women in the palace? The old guy has more than two thousand wives and daughters..."
"...Temporarily detained."
Yang Yu glared at him, his teeth a bit sour.
In previous lives, princes and emperors, despite being extremely wealthy, had limited physical strength and were afraid of harming their bodies if they indulged.
But this world is very different.
Zhang Xuanyi hasn't fought with anyone for a long time, but he has no shortage of elixirs and resources, and he has the solid training of a great master.
No matter how much indulgence you indulge, it will be enough to support you...
But even if it costs thousands, he still feels a little at a loss as to how he can be so obsessed...
"you think?"
The big boss looked weird.
"roll!"
Yang Prison stared.
It's not that he is merciful, it's just that this is not the time to go on a killing spree.
It's not the so-called gentry that I'm afraid of, but the Mingshu.
At this moment, he had captured Zhang Xuanyi and was sitting in the Northwest Prince's Mansion. However, in the eyes of most people in the city, this place was still under the jurisdiction of the Northwest Prince.
It is different from Yanzhou City, which has fallen for many days.
Therefore, the remaining pages of the Mingshu have not yet been recognized, nor have they covered the northwest Daocheng. This requires a process...
As long as the remaining pages of the Ming Book cover Daocheng, and he has this remaining page in hand, he will have no shortage of people to use, but at this time, he will naturally have to relax a little.
Of course, just a little bit.
In three days, there were hundreds of people who were punished by him, and they cooperated in opening warehouses to provide relief to appease the victims and the people.
"Get out of here."
The big boss stood up with a smile and went to work.
He actually has very few hobbies. Apart from fortune-telling, he also likes to count wealth and pass gold and silver, even if it is not his own, it makes him happy.
"One city is already so complicated, what about the nine paths and the world?"
Shaking his head inwardly, Yang Yu read through all the documents without delay and made a reply.
Although the remaining pages of the Book of the Underworld cannot be used for the time being, it is naturally possible to find some useful people from such an important city.
only……
"Calculating the time, the letter sent from Yanzhou City should reach Heishan City. I wonder when Senior Brother Wang will arrive?"
With thoughts in his mind, Yang Yu stretched his muscles and went out.
At this moment, the moon is at the zenith of the sky, and it is a rare sunny day without snow.
Taking advantage of the moonlight, he was going to meet someone.
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Wen Chun Yuan is the largest brothel on Northwest Road.
Because it is not located in a bustling city, it occupies a very large area. It does not look like a brothel, but more like a mansion of a large family.
Within the tall courtyard wall, there are nine nine-story buildings, so among the good people, they are also called "nine buildings".
With nine high-rise buildings, various facilities are also complete, including exquisitely designed garden landscapes and even a rare geothermal lake.
At this moment, when the cold winter has not retreated, the heat is still rising and the water vapor is lingering, adding a bit of charm.
"Senior Sister Ying..."
The door of a wing in a high-rise building was knocked open, and Yu Lingxian, who looked a little haggard, smiled reluctantly.
In front of her eyes was a girl in pink clothes with delicate appearance and petite figure. She looked at Yu Lingxian and hummed softly:
"Junior sister Du Dao Yu has a beautiful country with a heavenly fragrance. Now that she looks at it, it seems like nothing more than this."
"Senior Sister Ying is the beauty and beauty of the country, Junior Sister is far behind."
Yu Lingxian rolled up her hair and said softly:
"Senior Sister, I have been trapped for a few days. Come today, Senior Sister Feng, do you want to see me?"
"You're the only one who's excited?"
Ying Li'er turned around with a straight face.
Yu Lingxian took a deep breath and followed, feeling a little depressed.
Feng Wushuang was ranked first among the saints of her generation. Not only did she possess magical powers that her mother valued highly, she was also extremely talented.
Not to mention this generation of saints, if we go back three generations, their talents are second to none.
In the quiet garden, there was the melodious sound of the piano and the melodious sound of the flute. When Yu Lingxian swept his peripheral vision, he saw someone sailing on the warm lake in the lingering water vapor.
The boat floated in the water vapor, and there were a lot of birds and birds on it. Some people were playing the piano, some were playing the Xiao, and some were playing the flute...
And surrounded by all the women like stars holding the moon in the middle, is a stunning woman dressed in men's clothing. She is lying on the shore, lazily, and has a heroic spirit.
"Sister Wushuang..."
Yu Lingxian took the initiative to salute.
Unlike myself, the person in front of me is a popular figure in the religion. His strength is almost comparable to that of the great elders, and he is even more highly regarded by my mother.
"Junior Sister Yu, I feel pity for you..."
When the voice came, the music of the harps suddenly stopped. Feng Wushuang turned her eyes and looked at her curiously:
"I heard that you committed Tai Sui and had a bad time. Not only did you lose all the sect's strongholds in Qingzhou, but you also implicated Lin Surong and made Lin Wenjun a lost dog?"
"..."
Yu Lingxian was at a loss for words and wanted to refute, but couldn't think of anything to say, so she had no choice but to nod:
"Senior Sister said yes, then that's it."
"I also heard that many masters have been killed in the stronghold you visited these days? But you don't seem to have suffered any injuries..."
On the boat, everyone's eyes fell on Yu Lingxian, making the latter feel a little short of breath.
These are not the singers from the "Ninth Floor" who are lying low and humble in front of Feng Wushuang, but saints who were once like her!
It's just that many of them lost their seats.
"Senior sister, do you mean to suspect that junior sister is colluding with outsiders to attack the sect?"
Yu Lingxian's heart sank slightly.
"It's not doubt, but certainty! You underestimate Jiaozhong too much. Although you are very careful, you can't hide it from everyone..."
Feng Wushuang held the folding fan gently and looked at her with a half-smile:
"However, I see that you are still in perfect condition. Why, your mistress is not a man?"
As she spoke, her eyes moved slightly to look at the man in black clothes walking slowly in the night. The latter raised his head, his eyes shining in the night like a torch: