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Chapter 361 I will give you an offer you can't refuse (7.4k, please subscribe)

"overseas?"

Zen Master Jiechen showed hesitation on his face and shook his head:
"Donor Chu, there is a strange fog overseas. Every time the Sea God Festival comes, it will drift to the coast and even land on the shore."

"When these evil mists come, powerful soul masters must retreat to avoid them, lest they lose their lifespans."

"People all over the world are terrified when they hear about the evil fog. They think they will die if they go overseas. How can they be willing to migrate abroad?"

There was fog floating on the sea, blocking the progress of human beings.

No warrior is willing to go. Suppose you originally have a life span of 200 years, but you inhale too much evil mist and become 100 years old. Who would be willing to do that?
What's more, these mists have a characteristic: the higher the cultivation level, the more lifespan will be shortened.

Facing Master Jiechen's question, Chu Wujiang was well prepared. He said in a deep voice:

"For powerful soul masters, they need to absorb the energy of heaven and earth. The more they absorb, the greater the harm."

"But for ordinary people, living in an environment with bad air will not shorten their lifespan that much."

“The lesser of two evils.”

"One is to continue to allow the people of Shengzhou to go south and fight with the people of Wuzhou."

"One is to migrate to overseas islands and try to settle down. Whenever the fog comes, we can retreat back."

If measured, the natural lifespan of an ordinary person living outside the Holy Emperor's formation would be shortened by about 30 years.

But in the Tianming Dynasty, there were no people who practiced martial arts, and their average life expectancy was between 30 and 40 years old.

According to the cold calculation method, is the shortened life span caused by the fog really that important?
Chu Wujiang thought of this and added:
"As for whether the people are willing to go."

"Master, do you know that there are a large number of people living in Zhenhai City and the surrounding areas of Dinghai City?"

"These people may be attacked by mermaids at any time."

"For such a long time, they are still willing to risk living around Dinghai City. Master, do you know why?"

Zen Master Jiechen shook his head:

"The poor monk doesn't know."

Chu Wujiang sighed:
"Because living here, you don't need to pay population tax, land tax, etc."

"Compared to the possible sneak attack by the mermaids, taxes are more terrifying."

"The last time I went to Zhenhai City and Dinghai City, some people secretly asked about it."

"They said, 'Sir, now that the mermaids have lost, should the taxes be increased?' They were more worried about the tax increase than the mermaids."

The residents of Zhenhai City and the vicinity of Dinghai City essentially serve the military.

In densely populated areas, the power of the Holy Emperor's formation will be greater, and the suppression of demons will be stronger.

Zen Master Jiechen also came from a hard life.

But he soon became rich and became a wine-drinking and meat-eating monk. He was fat and had big ears, like Maitreya Buddha. He wore gold and silver whenever he traveled, and looked even richer than the wealthy businessmen in Yinzhou.

Zen Master Jiechen clasped his hands together, chanted a Buddhist name, and continued to ask questions:
"Donor Chu's words make sense, but even if we solve the problem of people's migration."

“But it still can’t stand overseas.”

"Besides fishing and hunting, what else can be produced on this island?"

"We can't expect every fisherman to be able to find dragon carp and catch precious fish."

Over the past hundreds of years, Marquis Zhenhai discovered many islands, but the development of these islands was very low.

The human race’s overseas islands don’t even have a plantation economy.

There are only relatively primitive methods such as fishing, gathering and hunting.

After all, every year during the Poseidon Festival, the evil fog would expand, and a large number of crops would either die or absorb toxins and become inedible.

Although some food still survived, the yield was far too low to feed the large population.

Only fishermen and hunters can barely make ends meet.

Zen Master Jiechen saw that Chu Wujiang did not refute, and added:
“And in the territory opened up by Wuzhou, they can live on for generations.”

“Forests can be turned into fields and feed more people.”

Zen Master Jiechen was the abbot of Jingcai Temple, and he had a good understanding of whether something could be done or not.

Chu Wujiang pointed at the spinning machine that Zen Master Jiechen had brought and said with a smile:

"With the machine made by the master, we can gain a foothold overseas."

"If you can't grow food on overseas islands, you can still provide workers."

"Silk State relies on cloth to sell all over the world, and the overseas islands can do the same."

Zen Master Jiechen felt a headache and said:
"Master Chu, are you kidding?"

"To use this spinning machine, you need at least cotton or silk!"

"Where did it come from overseas..."

Zen Master Jiechen suddenly realized something and couldn't help but say:

"Does your Excellency wish to try to grow cotton or flax?"

Chu Wujiang nodded and said:

"Correct."

"I have looked up the experience of the Zhenhai Marquisate in developing overseas markets. They always wanted to grow crops on the islands."

"It's just that it's hard to grow food on islands polluted by the evil fog. Even if food is grown, it's mostly harmful."

"Why not do the opposite and grow some flax or cotton?"

"If these effects are not used for consumption, then the problem will be greatly reduced."

Chu Wujiang had been to Yanbo Island, where there were still vegetation growing. However, they had become inedible due to the pollution of the evil fog.

For the people in this world, not being able to grow food means it is difficult to settle down.

For Chu Wujiang, the food problem can be solved through trade.

Zen Master Jiechen retorted subconsciously:
"But what do the people on the island eat?"

Chu Wujiang smiled and said:
"Of course, we have to transport the grain from Longzhou and Shengzhou."

Zen Master Jiechen asked in confusion:
"So what difference does it make?"

Chu Wujiang took out the geomancy map, which contained data from years of exploration by the Zhenhai Marquisate. Hundreds of islands, large and small, were marked on it, as well as many islands that had not yet been discovered.

"Of course there is a difference."

"Silk State and Dragon State both have a lot of land for growing cotton and flax."

"If the islands can grow crops like flax, then there will be more land on the mainland to grow food."

"That would free up more land across the continent to grow food."

Just like Chu Wujiang's previous life, the country needs to import nearly 100 million tons of soybeans every year because if it grows them itself, there will not be enough arable land.

Chu Wujiang’s idea now is that since food cannot be grown on overseas islands, he can try to grow cash crops, such as flax, cotton, etc.

Replace local arable land with overseas islands.

For example, the Tianming Dynasty had 100 million acres of arable land used to grow cotton. Now they have planted 100 million acres of cotton overseas, so the domestic arable land can be used to grow grain.

"If we grow cotton and flax overseas, this spinning machine will come in handy."

“If cotton and flax are successfully planted, we can build workshops on the island, weave cloth, and then ship it back to the mainland.”

“Activate the entire continent and overseas territories to form a trade cycle.”

This is the plan Chu Wujiang made for Longzhou.

Zen Master Jiechen's eyes gradually brightened.

Some people have thought of this method, but they cannot implement it.

First, the existence of monsters such as mermaids makes maritime trade difficult.

Second, growing this cash crop would require large-scale immigration to be profitable.

He couldn't help but said:

"My Lord, wait a minute, let me do the math!"

Chu Wujiang smiled and said:

"no problem."

Zen Master Jiechen is more like a wealthy businessman than a monk, who is good at calculating.

He pulled an abacus from his backpack, making crackling sounds.

After a while, he frowned and shook his head:
"My Lord, I'm afraid things are not that simple."

"It is very likely that we will lose money. Food is too expensive now."

"If we want to set up workshops and settle overseas, we will need a lot of food."

Landlords hired people to work as long-term laborers to do physical work, and they also needed to feed them fatty meat to replenish their energy.

It's not that you are kind, but that if you don't give people good food, they won't be able to do heavy physical work and will most likely cough up blood and die.

Workers consume more food than farmers.

Because farmers lie lazily during their non-working hours. It’s not because they are lazy, but they want to reduce physical exertion as much as possible.

Workers work long hours, and unless they are treated as consumables and are sure to die within five years, they consume more food.

Chu Wujiang had never calculated this account, so he couldn't help but ask:

“How much will the loss be?”

Zen Master Jiechen said in a deep voice:
"More than a decade ago, a pound of rice cost about 5 to 7 wen, but now the price of rice has risen to 20 wen per pound."

“Not only that, rice prices continue to rise.”

"Even if everything goes well, if the price of rice rises to 25 to 30 wen, these hired workers will be too expensive."

1 tael of silver is equal to 1000 coins, which is equivalent to 1000 yuan in Chu Wujiang's previous life.

More than ten years ago, spiritual rice had not yet been introduced and the population had not yet expanded to its limit. The price of rice in the Tianming Dynasty was about 5 yuan per catty.

Now the price of rice has risen to 1 wen per catty.

Even the well-off families in the previous life could hardly afford it, let alone in this era.

The cornerstone of the Industrial Revolution is the Agricultural Revolution.

If you don't have a large supply of cheap food, the Industrial Revolution will be accompanied by severe famine and death.

Chu Wujiang found that he had taken things for granted and had not calculated the economic accounts.

But he still didn't change his mind:

"It doesn't matter. Any business requires initial investment."

"If we don't do it, the price of rice will only get higher and higher."

"The more expensive rice is, the more dangerous the world becomes."

Chu Wujiang doesn't want the world to be in chaos.

Although warriors can easily suppress rebellions by ordinary people.

But destiny changes, who says ordinary people can’t rise in great times?

Hong Yanling can catch seven-colored dragon carp, so why can't other sons of destiny catch nine-colored dragon carp, or even get rare treasures such as dragon essence?

Totally possible.

Once public resentment boils over and the world collapses, anything can happen.

Zen Master Jiechen bowed and said:
"Donor Chu is able to think about the people of the world. I admire him."

"I have indeed heard that there is a sect in Fengzhou called Xuanyuan Sect. They strongly resist the spiritual rice and even roam around the prefectures, setting fire to the spiritual rice."

"These past few years, the imperial court has been in a lot of trouble. If the price of rice goes up a bit more, sects like this will emerge one after another."

When social pressure reaches a certain level, people will spontaneously join various organizations in order to protect themselves.

These organizations will also absorb warriors, gradually grow stronger, and steal the destiny of humanity.

For example, Chu Wujiang's demon clone became the leader of the mermaids and could enjoy some demonic luck.

Similarly, the undercurrents in these sects will form the Sons of Destiny, who have greater destructive power than ordinary geniuses.

Various self-proclaimed kings and heroes of the martial arts world emerged in droves, and who knows if a real dragon will emerge.

Although Chu Wujiang has confidence in himself, he does not want to confront the real dragon head-on, and it would be best to eliminate it invisibly.

These actions to reduce social pressure are buying time for yourself.

Especially when Chu Wujiang heard Zen Master Jiechen mention the distant Fengzhou, he was even more certain of his judgment.

[Fengzhou is one of the grain producing areas of our dynasty, known as the land of fish and rice. ]

[Now the Xuanyuan Sect in Fengzhou is setting fire to the sacred rice, which shows that social pressure is approaching the limit. ]

[Once food prices soar again, larger-scale riots will occur.]

[I don’t have much time left.]

Chu Wujiang smiled quickly:
"So the Chu family is willing to bear the initial costs. These constructed islands can all be used to build temples."

“Hoyuanji will gain a place of faith overseas.”

"Isn't this more promising than going against Piao Miao Palace in Wuzhou?"

He needs to further attract investment from Fayuan Temple.

The Chu family can now come up with millions of taels of silver, but compared to overseas investments of tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of taels, it is particularly important to win over allies to work together.

Zen Master Jiechen could not help but ponder:

"Donor Chu, this would be too much of an investment."

"Although I can see the long-term benefits, it is difficult to convince the abbot."

“We will develop hundreds of islands at once, let the people grow cash crops on the islands, and finally promote the development of the textile industry.”

"Without the investment of tens of millions of taels of silver, there would be no splash at all."

"There are countless people in Silk State who rely on weaving for a living, and their labor costs are infinitely close to zero."

"Even if this spinning machine is successful, I dare not say how much money I can earn."

Zen Master Jiechen is a person who likes to settle accounts.

In an era of rising food prices, the real way to make money is to increase food production. Any large-scale consumption of food is more likely to lose money.

Even though Fayuan Temple and the Chu family both had large amounts of land and grain.

But these grains could have been sold at a high price, but now they have to be fed to the workers, which is a waste of money.

Chu Wujiang knew that such attraction was not enough.

Since Fayuanji can make money steadily, why would it take the risk to expand overseas?
So he smiled and said:

"Master, rest assured, I have another way to make money."

"I will give Hoyuan Temple an offer it cannot refuse."

"It's just that this matter has reached your ears and mine."

Zen Master Jiechen asked quickly:

"God of Wealth, I will never reveal the secret."

Chu Wujiang believed in Zen Master Jiechen, and he immediately used a secret technique to transmit his voice:

[One word, salt]

what!
Zen Master Jiechen's breathing became a little rapid.

Only then did he remember that one of the greatest treasures of the sea was the endless supply of salt.

The price of salt was high during the Tianming Dynasty for two reasons.

The first was that the imperial court had a salt monopoly, and salt could not be mined or sold without the court's permission.

The second is that sea salt is difficult to develop, restricted by the invasion of monsters such as mermaids. Although offshore salt fields exist, their quantity and output are not good.

Generally speaking, the Tianming Dynasty mainly used lake salt and rock salt, which were relatively expensive.

Zen Master Jiechen ignored his obesity and picked up the abacus again. He quickly calculated:

[Salt was expensive in our dynasty, with a pound of salt costing between 70 and 100 coins, and sometimes even more than 100 coins.]

[As long as it is less than 70 coins, you can sell it at will! ]

[Sea salt production costs are low. If the quantity is large, one pound will not cost more than 5 cents! ]

[Our dynasty controls hundreds of states, with a population of no less than 4 billion. If each person consumes 70 jin of salt per year, then we can earn 28 wen per jin of salt, which would be billion taels of silver.]

Zen Master Jiechen felt his breathing become a little short of speed.

Of course this is a theoretical algorithm.

If we actually take into account production costs, distribution profits, etc., as well as the proportion of private salt, it is impossible for one company to dominate the market.

But if everyone cooperates, there is no problem in earning tens of millions of taels of silver a year.

Compared with this deal, the money that the Jingcaiyuan, which is now controlled by Zen Master Jiechen, earns every year through hard work is nothing.

Zen Master Jiechen could not help chanting the Buddha's name, and transmitted his voice using a secret technique:

[Namo Amitabha! Sin, sin! ]

[My Lord, the laws of our dynasty stipulate that anyone who commits smuggling salt without a permit will be punished with 100 strokes of the cane and three years of imprisonment.]

[If there are military weapons, the punishment is increased by one level and the exile is 2,000 miles.]

[Those who resist arrest will be executed and their salt truck heads will be confiscated by the government.]

[Does the Marquis know? ]

Chu Wujiang smiled and said:
【Master, why do you have to scare me? 】

[The price of salt in our dynasty is high. What I have done is only to seek benefits for the people. Why should I be afraid? ]

Chu Wujiang is the lord of Longzhou and Marquis of Guanjun. If he doesn't dare to break any law, then what kind of official is he?

Zen Master Jiechen was a little excited. He looked left and right and paced back and forth.

Finally, he squinted his eyes and whispered:
"Donor Chu, I need to discuss this with the abbot."

Chu Wujiang nodded and said:

"Master, please do as you please."

Zen Master Jiechen quickly picked up the [End of the World Talisman] and activated it.

[Abbot, I have something important to report.]

The abbot of Fayuan Temple, Master Wuxiang, fell into silence upon hearing this.

This champion Hou is really playing big.

The imperial court has always dealt with the illegal sale of salt strictly, but the problem is that it continues despite repeated bans.

Master Wuxiang thought for a moment, and then he quickly asked a question:
[Jiechen, if we don't agree, will Guanjunhou give up, or go to find Biluo Fairy Palace? ]

Jie Chen answered without hesitation:

[The Marquis will never give up. He will definitely go to find the Biluo Fairy Palace.]

Master Wuxiang replied meaningfully:

[Amitabha, then do we still need to make a choice? ]

[Among the four Buddhist temples, this one is the weakest, but this is the fate of our temple. ]

The practice of "The Formless Divine Art" in Fayuan Temple emphasizes the ability to flexibly expand and contract, with a particularly flexible bottom line.

They accepted disciples that were not wanted by the Mahayana Temple to be the abbots of the Jingcai Temple, which shows the vastness and tolerance of Buddhism.

Zen Master Jiechen suddenly realized.

【Abbot, I understand.】

He quickly finalized the matter with the abbot, came to Chu Wujiang, and chanted a Buddhist name:
"Namo Amitabha."

"Donor Chu, the abbot still has some concerns."

"Yuan Rui, the counselor of His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin, seems to be running a private salt business in more than a dozen states in the north."

"Will the contraband salt we make be circulated?"

"Also, sea salt is always scarce. If it appears rashly on the market, wouldn't that be inappropriate?"

Chu Wujiang smiled and said:

"rest assured."

"We need to develop the island and produce private salt step by step."

"Let's start with the private salt business in Yuzhou."

"When the ocean trade prospers, we can sell it to other places, and it won't attract the attention of the court."

"As for the business in the north, the business in all the states in the world, let's take over the easy places first, then talk about other things."

"I will not rashly offend His Royal Highness the King of Qin."

The two of them didn't even need to use secret techniques to communicate.

They were not afraid of being recorded by the other party and began to collude with them.

The human continent has a long coastline, but due to the evil fog on the sea, there are not many sea salt fields.

If Chu Wujiang sold a large amount of illegal salt, it would flow from Longzhou to the whole country.

As long as the court is not stupid, they will immediately guess that it was Chu Wujiang who did it.

So it needs to be covered.

Chu Wujiang first immigrated to the island, planted flax and cotton, and built workshops. When the maritime trade prospered, he sold the contraband salt, which was not so conspicuous.

Only by prospering maritime trade can he use it to cover up himself.

As for the court sending people to inspect.

The ocean is vast, and the imperial envoy can only wait to be fed to the sharks.

The more Zen Master Jiechen listened, the more surprised he became:
[The Champion subdued the merman army and developed the ocean. 】

[Give him another three to five years, and it would be incredible.]

[Even if he only controls Longzhou and radiates to Yuzhou, his power will expand unprecedentedly. By then, he will be blessed with luck and no one can stop him.]

[Could it be that the next Heavenly Fate True Dragon is not His Royal Highness the King of Qin, but the Marquis of Guanjun? ]

There is a concept of luck in this world. Various sects and religious organizations can use luck to build up their power and govern the people.

For example, this is the case when Chu Wujiang was conferred the title of Marquis of Guanjun.

But the imperial court still exists, order still exists, and the destiny of the world is back at the center.

Chu Wujiang cannot absorb luck points directly as his status increases like his demon clone does, he can only gain fortune.

Zen Master Jiechen's original beliefs began to waver.

Fayuan Temple does not support the King of Qin, but supports His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

However, they believe that it is too difficult for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to maintain his rule over the country, so they prefer to remain neutral, in other words, to be fence-sitters.

Chu Wujiang doesn't care about Fayuan Temple being a fence-sitter, as long as they are useful.

Seeing that Zen Master Jiechen's face changed drastically, he couldn't help but laugh:

"Master, the overseas matter has been settled. The remaining matters are just details. We can discuss them slowly."

"It's just a matter of the Holy State. What should we do?"

Zen Master Jiechen quickly replied:

"Don't worry, Donor Chu. We will gather the refugees and help them expand overseas."

"As for the matter of Piaomiao Palace..."

Zen Master Jiechen hesitated for a while, but finally gritted his teeth and said:

"We will take care of it ourselves, so you don't need to worry about it."

Chu Wujiang couldn't help but ask:
"How does Hoyuan Temple plan to deal with this?"

Zen Master Jiechen answered calmly:
"Of course, we follow the rules of the martial arts world."

"Piao Miao Palace killed the disciples of Fa Yuan Temple, and they should give an explanation no matter what."

"Only at the Young Heroes Conference can one determine who is superior and who is inferior, and decide life and death."

The conflict between Fayuan Temple and Piaomiao Palace is a common blood feud in the martial arts world. It is meaningless to investigate who fired the first shot.

They can't let go of the death of their loved ones and want to settle the score with Piaomiao Palace. That's enough.

At the Young Heroes Conference, both sides sent out their future stars to fight to the death.

Only one person can survive.

No matter who wins or loses, all grudges are settled.

Chu Wujiang asked incredulously:
"Is this necessary?"

The peerless genius of Piaomiao Palace versus the Buddhist disciple of Fayuan Temple.

No matter who dies, it's a big deal.

This fat, drunken monk suddenly looked murderous and said:

"necessary!"

"Junior Brother Jingxin will not lose."

"What's more, Feng Tianxing broke through our temple's Wuxiang formation and killed several monks."

"Everyone in our temple will make him pay with blood!"

Aren’t you monks? Why are you suddenly talking about blood debts being paid with blood?
Every peerless genius has his own glory. Feng Tianxing possesses the [Fei Lian Immortal Body] and single-handedly breaks the Fayuan Temple's formless formation, kills several people in a row, and leaves with a big laugh.

As the saying goes, Buddha also has fire.

Naturally, Fayuan Temple could not swallow this humiliation.

No matter how great Chu Wujiang's reputation is, he cannot stop others from taking revenge.

Unless he can subdue the two major sects.

This made Chu Wujiang continue to ask:
"Is there no other way?"

"This Marquis also has some relationship with Piao Miao Palace."

Chu Wujiang was considering whether to use the news of the marriage alliance and the private salt trade to win concessions from Fayuan Temple. At this time, Zen Master Jiechen looked around and switched to the secret method of voice transmission:
[Donor Chu, there is no other way. ]

[Even if the private salt business is going well, Fayuan Temple will still seek revenge. ]

【There is something you may not know. 】

[The monk that Feng Tianxing killed was actually the great-grandson of the head monk.]

Wait, great-grandson?
Chu Wujiang's face changed slightly, and he looked at Master Jiechen with some surprise.

You guys at Fayuan Temple are really good at having fun.

After all, the most famous thing about Fayuan Temple is the Guanyin who is said to be very effective.

The wine-drinking monk couldn't help but cough:
"Cough cough!"

"The donor misunderstood."

"Master Brother is a latecomer. His whole family was killed by someone. After taking revenge, he lost all hope and turned to Buddha."

"This great-grandson is the only bloodline he has left."

Now it was difficult for Chu Wujiang to persuade him.

No matter how great your reputation is, you cannot stop others from taking blood revenge.

Zen Master Jiechen said sadly:
"So I can agree to other things with you, the donor."

"This is the only thing that is absolutely not allowed."

The abbot of Fayuan Temple lost his great-grandson, so it is reasonable and moral for him to come out and seek an explanation.

Originally, Chu Wujiang was planning to reveal his relationship with Piaomiao Palace, but he had to keep his mouth shut.

He finally sighed and said:

"Perhaps, this is a conspiracy of the Sima family?"

Zen Master Jiechen said seriously:
"But people are killed by the wind and the sky, there is no doubt about it."

"Horyuenji is willing to give in and stop here."

Chu Wujiang nodded and said:

"Then we'll have to meet at the Young Heroes Conference."

"I will do my best to resolve the grudge and investigate the whole matter."

"After all, Feng Xing and Jing Xin are both geniuses of the human race, so it would be best if we can resolve it."

There is still time before the Young Heroes Conference is held. Maybe Chu Wujiang will come up with a solution that satisfies both parties.

For example, if we find out that it is a conspiracy of the Sima family, things will be easy.

Zen Master Jiechen smiled and said:
"Don't worry, Donor Chu. I know what's going on."

"I will mobilize the forces of the Youyuan Chamber of Commerce and start transporting the refugees."

"and many more."

Chu Wujiang quickly called out to Zen Master Jiechen and asked him in confusion:
"Does the donor have anything else to say?"

Chu Wujiang nodded immediately and said:

"Yes, I will let my wife Shen Qingyue handle the matter of sea salt."

"The Zen Master will discuss the details with her later."

Zen Master Jiechen quickly responded:

"I obey your command!"

Zen Master Jiechen left like this, and Shen Qingyue came from the back hall.

She asked in surprise:

"My husband, are you going to give the private salt to me?"

This is the largest share of the Chu family's foundation. Once the smuggling of salt is successful, it will become the cornerstone of the Chu family's growth.

Chu Wujiang hugged Shen Qingyue and said with a chuckle:
"Because I believe in you, my lady."

"Youlan is still too young. It would be too difficult for her to control a faction."

"Feng Yao is not interested in this. She wants to reach a higher level in the Yuan Shen realm."

"Only my wife is the most suitable."

Shen Qingyue nestled in Chu Wujiang's arms, gently stroking her belly, and whispered:

"I also want to advance to the Yuan Shen realm."

Chu Wujiang nodded and said:

"I will help my lady."

Shen Qingyue laughed softly:
"Well, I believe in my husband."

"I will protect the Chu family."

"The private salt business in the entire south must be done by the Chu family."

Chu Wujiang smiled and said:

"With my wife in Longzhou, I have nothing to worry about."

Shen Qingyue whispered:

"But there are so many things to do overseas, and I am afraid I will not be able to do well and disappoint my husband."

Chu Wujiang smiled and said:

"It's okay. I'll find a few sisters for you in a couple of days to help you share the burden."

Shen Qingyue couldn't help but spit:
"My husband is really not serious."

He usually behaves like a hero, but when it comes to girls, he acts like a scoundrel.

"Don't you like it, ma'am?"

"like!"

"Then let's continue."

Chu Wujiang picked up Shen Qingyue and walked towards the dormitory with a smile.

(End of this chapter)