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Chapter 92 - Seeking Destiny "Main Text Ends" (3500+)

The spacious hall was sparsely populated, with all eyes directed towards the entrance as if awaiting someone.

"Please prepare for boarding."

A staff member, holding a checklist, verified the departure time.

In the Empire, even if one owned a private spacecraft, they still had to adhere to regulations and apply for an exit time slot. A missed deadline would require reapplication.

Staff Member: "Three people, I see?"

Qing Er replied, "There's one more."

The staff member looked slightly troubled. "The flight departs in five minutes, sir. How about this – I'll verify your information first."

The trio exchanged glances and nodded in agreement.

As the verification process was underway, Luo Le suddenly appeared at the entrance.

Qing Er, spotting this, quickly told the staff, "They're here, they're here."

As if fearing the spaceship would depart any moment.

Qing Yi also stepped forward, saying, "We're glad you came. Let's go."

But Luo Le kept his head down and didn't budge. Qing Yi sensed something amiss and asked, "You... aren't leaving?"

Luo Le's eyes flickered slightly. "I... won't be leaving."

Upon hearing this, Qing Er rushed over. "What? You're really staying here? That admiral is obviously an unfeeling person. If he likes you now, later on, uh..."

Qing San promptly came forward to cover Qing Er's mouth.

Luo Le looked down and said, "Thank you for taking care of me all this time. And this, it's for you both."

Qing Yi stared at it for a while before reaching out to accept it, trying to sound casual. "Since you've made up your mind, we won't hold you back. When you're ready to return, just contact us. The gates of Qing will always be open for you."

A genuine smile tugged at Luo Le's lips upon hearing this. "Okay."

Qing Er: "Damn, Qing Si, you smiled! You actually look so good when you smile."

Qing San echoed in agreement.

The staff kept urging, "Are we leaving or not? We're running out of time."

Qing Yi glanced back and said to him, "If fate allows it, we'll meet again."

Luo Le was taken aback and repeated, "If fate allows it, we'll meet again."

Watching Qing Er being nudged away by Qing San, and finally seeing the spaceship take off, Luo Le kept his gaze fixed until the end.

*

Inside the villa, a lavish feast adorned the table.

The sky outside had been dark for quite some time.

Chen Chen stared at the dishes on the table, his stomach growling multiple times.

The nanny overheard it as she passed by and then returned to tell the absent-minded Huo Lanjing, who was gazing out the window, "Mr. Huo, the young master is hungry."

Huo Lanjing snapped back to reality upon hearing this. "Let's eat first."

After the nanny bid her farewell and turned to leave, she heard Chen Chen ask at the door, "Uncle, will my papa come back?"

Silence was his only response.

After they finished their meal, the two of them waited together on the sofa in the living room. Eventually, Chen Chen fell asleep.

Huo Lanjing draped a small blanket over him and continued to gaze at the entrance.

Every time he heard the sound of a hovering car passing by, Huo Lanjing would go to the floor-to-ceiling window and look out.

But none of them were the one he was expecting.

He didn't return.

The much smaller residence now felt strangely vast.

When he wasn't back before, had Luo Le waited like this too?

The wait extended through the night, but Luo Le still hadn't returned.

In the morning, Chen Chen refused to go to school, weeping for Luo Le.

Already vexed, Huo Lanjing was further irritated by his crying. He decided to send Chen Chen to Huo Fei instead.

Dropping him off, he then left.

Upon returning from a meeting, Huo Fei found Chen Chen wailing in her office, as if the heavens were collapsing.

She had no knack for comforting children, so she spontaneously granted herself a day off.

Planning to distract Chen Chen from his sorrow with some entertainment, she carried him out of the office.

Exiting, they encountered someone entering.

The person wore a long red dress, her slightly curled hair exuding a subtle fragrance, and held a lunchbox in hand.

Spotting her, Huo Fei rushed over with a mournful expression. "Baby, you're here! Help!"

The woman in the red dress, seeing the child still weeping, handed her the lunchbox and then scooped her up into a comforting embrace.

Huo Fei inwardly thought, This damn kid, next time I see him looking at her, I'll beat him to a pulp.

Within the house, Luo Le was clearing out the excess items from the wardrobe, making space for his own clothes.

Gazing at the photograph on the desk, depicting herself and Chen Chen together, Luo Le's thoughts drifted back to the previous day.

After bidding farewell to Qing Yi and the others, he went to another place, the prison where Gu Heting was detained.

Although Gu Heting was in prison, his complexion was ruddy, and his face radiated the comfort of having avenged a great grudge.

He sat down with a light step and smiled at Luo Le, "Long time no see."

Luo Le paused, "Long time no see."

Gu Heting asked directly, "Do you really want to stay and accompany Chen Chen?"

Luo Le's eyes flickered, wondering how Gu Heting knew all of this.

Gu Heting said, "To be honest, I don't want you to stay."

Luo Le looked over with curiosity.

Gu Heting: "Of course, I don't want you to follow them either."

He suddenly looked at Luo Le with a serious expression. "Luo Le, for whom do you live?"

Luo Le's expression froze. "Why ask that?"

Gu Heting said: "With Huo Lanjing here, Chen Chen can receive the best education and the best resources. Even if he achieves nothing later in life, he will still have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of his life. In fact, you don't really need to stay for his sake."

Pausing for a moment, he continued, "Yes, Chen Chen is a part of you, flesh from your own body. But let me make it clear, if you stay, there's no way Huo Lanjing won't come looking for you. Then, with time, feelings might rekindle, and you two might reunite. Is that truly the life you desire?"

Luo Le desired to refute, but he also knew that what the other person said was correct.

Was that truly the life he aspired to?

Gu Heting, noticing a hint of emotion on his face, continued, "Putting aside everything else, as a member of your family, I hope you don't go against your own heart."

Seeing Luo Le pondering with her head down, Gu Heting said, "Alright, get out of my sight. I don't want to see you."

He tried to leave after he finished speaking, but Luo Le stopped him.

Gu Heting turned around and asked, "What's the matter?"

Luo Le inquired, "Do you have any regrets?"

Gu Heting chuckled, "Regret? What do I have to regret? Every action comes with a price, and this is the price I'm willing to pay. By the way, as for the Gu family, if you want it, you can keep it; if not, you can just let it go."

Luo Le gazed at his departing figure, contemplating his words.

Indeed, with Chen Chen around, she wouldn't be wronged. What good was it for him to stay?

Companionship?

Didn't Chen Chen fare well enough those three years?

After a night of deliberation, Luo Le made a decision.

-"Le Le."

As Luo Le closed the door, he was suddenly embraced by a pair of strong arms from behind.

It didn't take a genius to figure out who it was.

Luo Le pushed away the hands on his body. "Get off me."

Huo Lanjing silently retracted his arms. "Where are you going?"

On his way back, an intense urge had prompted him to come and check this place out.

So, he came with a tentative mindset.

Upon seeing Luo Le, whom he thought had left, appear at the doorway, joy overwhelmed Huo Lanjing, causing him to uncontrollably rush over and embrace him.

But now, having come to his senses, he realized that such behavior might provoke Luo Le's displeasure.

Luo Le glanced back at the large bag behind him. "I'm throwing out the trash."

"I'll help you."

Huo Lanjing eagerly approached and effortlessly lifted the casually wrapped bundle of trash.

However, upon lifting it, he saw that it was filled with items he had used when he lived there previously.

He froze in surprise. "This is..."

Luo Le glanced between him and the pile. "Still want them? Take them back then."

With that, Luo Le left without looking back.

Huo Lanjing watched his retreating figure, a sudden inexplicable panic creeping over him once more.

He dropped the pile and hurried after Luo Le, gripping his hand. "Where are you going?"

Moments later, Huo Lanjing repeated his question, still holding Luo Le's hand. "Where are you going?"

Luo Le gently pried each finger apart. "Huo Lanjing, persistence doesn't suit you. I've said it before, it's over between us."

Huo Lanjing gazed at his resolute expression, yet persisted, "Where are you going?"

Luo Le looked up at the sky, "Where am I going? I'm not sure either."

Suddenly, he turned to face Huo Lanjing, "Huo Lanjing, let me ask you one last time, have you ever loved me?"

In that instant, a hole seemed to form in Huo Lanjing's heart, expanding rapidly, as if it would engulf him entirely.

He grasped the realization and shouted with all his might, "Yes, I love you, not just in the past, but even now, my feelings remain unchanged."

How much better it would have been if he had said this earlier.

A bitter smile tugged at Luo Le's lips, "Alright, if you truly love me, then don't force me."

With his suspicions confirmed, Huo Lanjing's hands trembled as he reached for Luo Le again, "Right, to you, I'm no different from that pile of things, isn't that so?"

Luo Le had referred to those items as trash, something to be discarded.

Did that mean he viewed Huo Lanjing the same way?

After a long silence, Huo Lanjing's voice trembled, "Luo Le, don't leave."

He had done everything he could, even mentioning the Gu family for his own selfish motives.

Yet, Luo Le was still leaving.

A sense of helplessness rose like a tide, threatening to engulf him entirely.

What else could he do?

Luo Le looked at him with earnest eyes, "If you truly love me, don't bind me. The galaxy is vast, and I've seen too little of it. Our story should come to an end."

Huo Lanjing clenched his fists, "I'll be with you."

Suddenly, a faint smile tugged at the corners of Luo Le's lips. He spoke casually, "Don't look for me. If fate allows, we will meet again. Tell Chen Chen I'm sorry."

Just as the hovercar arrived, Luo Le got in and waved at Huo Lanjing from the window with a nonchalant gesture.

The car began to move slowly. Instinctively, Huo Lanjing took a couple of steps forward. Then, Luo Le's words echoed in his mind, causing him to stop and watch the hovercar depart.

It was only at this moment that Huo Lanjing felt, for the first time, that their four-year marriage had truly come to an end.

He realized that parting was more painful than being separated by life and death.

Why did it have to hurt so much?

Huo Lanjing went back to collect the wrapped items and stored them in his space. Before leaving, he turned back for one last look at the house behind him.

Upon returning home, he placed each item back into its original position.

The toothbrush and toothpaste on the vanity, the teacup on the table, clothes hung back in the wardrobe...

Chen Chen, who had just returned from a trip, stood at the door. "Uncle, where's my dad?"

Huo Fei, standing by the entrance, watched as Huo Lanjing continued to put clothes in the wardrobe, clearly not intending to respond to Chen Chen's question.

She stepped forward and patted him. "What are you doing? Where's Luo Le?"

Huo Lanjing hung another new garment without acknowledging her.

Observing his dazed state, Huo Fei's heart clenched as she grasped the situation. She stepped forward and fiercely punched him, "What the hell are you doing?"

Huo Lanjing's head collided with the wardrobe, producing a loud thud, and it tilted to one side.

Huo Fei grabbed his collar, turning his face to see tears streaming down his cheeks.

Since childhood, she could count on one hand the number of times she had seen Huo Lanjing cry.

Huo Fei hesitantly inquired, "Is it about Luo Le?"

Huo Lanjing drew in a deep breath, his voice quivering as he said, "He... he's gone."

Before Huo Fei could respond, Huo Lanjing added, "It's truly over between us."

Huo Fei grabbed his collar and shook him, urging, "Snap out of it! If someone runs away, you chase after them! Will your tears bring him back?"

Huo Lanjing struggled to his feet, muttering about it being over. He then walked into the adjacent room, the sound of the door closing echoing in the silence.

Chen Chen came back to her senses, tears silently streaming down her face.

Father doesn't want Uncle anymore, nor does he want me.

Huo Fei rushed over, "Chen Chen, don't cry, oh dear, what's going on here?"

Three days later, Huo Lanjing emerged from that room. His complexion was at its worst due to a lack of sustenance.

After a quick preparation, he took Chen Chen for the registration process and spent another day playing with him, also conveying Luo Le's message along the way.

It wasn't until the following day that Huo Lanjing left behind a letter.

- Sister, I entrust Chen Chen to you, he wrote. If fate allows us to meet again, I must give it a try.

Huo Lanjing resolved to seek out that lost connection and start anew.

This time, he would leave everything behind, including the bond he had carelessly lost. He intended to find it himself.

- The End -

Chapter 164: Intimidation

"You brat!" Fueled with intense killing intent, Ye Wang lifted his right leg to kick at Wen Ying, who deftly dodged. With a slackening of strength in Ye Wang's grip, he seized the opportunity to retract his hand, flipping his body in an instant. Wrapping his hand around a golden lightning arc, he lunged towards Wen Ying.

Wen Ying tilted his head to avoid Ye Wang's shattering eye punch. Although he managed to dodge, the electric arcs still diffused through the air, causing a tingling sensation on his cheeks.

After a brief pause, Wen Ying continuously evaded Ye Wang's lightning-infused attacks.

The speed of his attacks made Wen Ying doubt if he was really an adult fallen angel. It wasn't particularly fast, and his strength was mediocre.

"Frustrating!" Unable to land a successful blow, Ye Wang's impatience and agitation led to the emergence of demonic features on his body. Two sharp horns sprouted from his head, and his eyes shimmered with a faint golden glow.

Each strike carried golden lightning that streaked through the air, leaving behind a beautiful yet perilous trail. Multiple attacks combined, creating a spectacle akin to the rapid swishing of a fairy wand's light in the air.

While the fairy wand's light was merely visually appealing, the fallen angel's rays induced a numbing sensation in living beings.

Perceiving the blonde fallen angel's intentions, Wen Ying took three large steps back, distancing himself from the advantageous position Ye Wang was attempting to establish.

Realizing his plan had been exposed, Ye Wang's aggression intensified, fueled by anger. His moves became more reckless and unpredictable.

The relentless close combat between the two demons gave Kirishino, standing aside, an illusionary feeling as if he was under a spell. He watched, dazed, until the Mirror Demon delivered a swift side kick to Ye Wang's abdomen, sending him flying. The sound of their impact echoed loudly in his ears.

Ye Wang crashed into a table, coughing up blood, and uncontrollably fell to the ground. Just as he attempted to rise, a foot pressed down on his waist, pinning him back to the floor.

"Cough...cough...cough..."

Kirishino felt an illusory pain in his abdomen and back. He instinctively clutched his stomach, instantly regretting his decision to meet this Mirror Demon tonight. If he hadn't come, he wouldn't be standing here now.

This bizarre and perilous atmosphere made him wish he could vanish on the spot.

Why could a Mirror Demon subdue a Fallen Angel with such ease? Kirishino swallowed hard and silently inched toward the door.

Wen Ying seemed to sense something and turned his head. Seeing Kirishino's stiff body, he managed a strained smile and pleaded, "I never intended to intimidate you, really! I swear!"

From 'you' to 'you', the demon's attitude was truly pragmatic. Wen Ying turned back, looking down at the struggling Ye Wang beneath his foot. As he applied more pressure and heard Ye Wang's muffled groan, a familiar yet alien sense of pleasure swelled in his chest.

After a momentary trance, Wen Ying snapped back to reality, his heart racing as he placed a hand on his chest. Damn it, he didn't have such a twisted mindset, definitely not!

"You...f*cking...definitely, absolutely...not a Mirror Demon!" Ye Wang gasped, his eyes now entirely golden, filled with both resentment and defiance as he glared at Wen Ying.

Wen Ying subconsciously pressed his foot down on the fallen demon's head, then recoiled like a startled rabbit.

Meeting Kirishino's equally startled gaze, Wen Ying pretended nothing had happened.

He was in trouble. Spending too much time in the demon realm seemed to have affected his mental state. He needed to see a psychiatrist soon... but he couldn't consult with a human psychiatrist. If he were honest, they'd probably diagnose him with delusions or psychosis. Lying wouldn't help either.

Did the demon realm even have psychiatrists? But he couldn't reveal to them that he had previously lived as a human...

Wen Ying quickly identified a few culprits responsible for his mental state – Beros, Muershi, and Lan Jiaying.

Though, it seemed he had also caused Beros and Lan Jiaying some psychological issues...

Ye Wang struggled to kneel upright, his golden eyes blazing like burning flames, radiating with anger.

Since Aluda had done something that even he didn't know about, Lai Yehua no longer dared to be so direct. Wen Ying couldn't understand why this fallen angel was so fearless.

Lowering himself to squat, Wen Ying leveled his gaze with Ye Wang's, sincerely asking, "Aren't you afraid of Aluda?"

At the mention of that name, both demons instinctively tensed up.

Kirishino spoke hesitantly, "Could it be that Lord Alruda sent you to take over Ye Wang's position?"

"Not my great-grandmother, but His Majesty the Devil King," Wen Ying said.

Upon seeing the two demons' stunned expressions, Wen Ying blinked in confusion.

"Y-Your great-grandmother?" Ye Wang stammered, "J-Just now, when you were on the phone, t-the... "

Ye Wang rambled incoherently, unable to form a coherent or logical sentence.

Wen Ying understood, "You didn't know?"

Didn't all demons know that Alruda was raising a kind-hearted mirror demon?

The flames of anger in Ye Wang's eyes extinguished, replaced by an undeniable fear on his face.

Wen Ying found it somewhat dull. Despite beating him up, he hadn't elicited any fear from this blond fallen angel. Yet, just the mention of Alruda's name had made him so terrified.

If only he could achieve such a level someday, Wen Ying mused wistfully.

A brilliant idea suddenly flashed through Wen Ying's mind. He took out a few vials from his spatial bracelet and waved them in front of Ye Wang, taunting with a mischievous grin, "You don't have to be afraid of Alruda, she isn't here."

Ye Wang's gaze followed Wen Ying's hand holding the bottles, his Adam's apple twitching.

"But I've inherited her legacy," Wen Ying chuckled, revealing his pearly whites.

To Ye Wang, it seemed as if a howling gale was raging behind this demon, casting an ominous shadow over the entire being.

Wen Ying picked out a small black bottle and whispered into the ear of the blond fallen angel, "Shall we try this potion that feels like a razor blade on contact? I just learned to make it, so I'm not sure about its effects yet."

Ye Wang's face paled in terror, his pupils trembling. He scrambled backward, bumping against something solid until he stopped.

Kirishino had already seized the opportunity to slip away, transforming into a mist and swiftly escaping through the window.

Ye Wang cursed Kirishino in his heart. Now sitting on the ground while Wen Ying stood above him, the demon mirror appeared ominously malevolent from this angle. Ye Wang could almost smell the scent of blood.

After cursing Kirishino, Ye Wang turned his wrath towards his friends who had discussed this demonic mirror with him. Why hadn't any of them mentioned that Alruda was his great-grandmother?!

Being beaten wasn't the worst; it was those bizarre and sinister toxic potions and horrifying experiments that were the true nightmare.

Just now, when the other party had restrained him so skillfully, it was possible that they had dealt with many disobedient test subjects before... Ye Xiao imagined this, and the more he imagined, the more his body trembled.

The notion of fallen angel honor no longer existed at this moment. As Ye Wang's captor drew closer, his trembling intensified, fear evident on his face.

Wen Ying had no idea what kind of terrifying scenario this guy had cooked up in his mind to make him so frightened, but such an expression... stirred up the chaotic thoughts he had just suppressed earlier.

In the shadows beneath Wen Ying's feet, something wriggled in a cluster.

"Mi-lord," Ye Wang's voice was hoarse, his tone uneven, "I-I was just joking, j-just now."

Wen Ying crouched down, the corners of his lips lifting involuntarily. He raised his head, grabbed Ye Wang's by the hair, fingers threading through the strands. His unsettling state of mind made his gaze especially menacing.

Ye Wang stared at the small black bottle in the other's hand as if about to cry, trembling like someone with Parkinson's.

The hell was this Mirror Demon? Screw the Mirror Demon! Ye Wang would forever have an indelible psychological shadow cast by those four words.

Chapter 210 - Settling In

In mid-October of the third year of Wu Ding's reign, a chill had already crept into the winds.

The outskirts of Xizhou City were vastly different from a month ago. Then, there had been no signs of life outside the city gates, but now the area was bustling with people. Some were registering at a long table set up outside, mostly just observing and occasionally asking questions. From afar, it looked like a sea of black heads.

Upon closer inspection, the crowd consisted of thin, haggard individuals who seemed like refugees, yet they were dressed in silk and satin, carrying numerous bundles. The bundles were so plentiful that they almost drowned out the people carrying them. Apart from those, some carried bedding, canopies, pots, bowls, and even mirrors and small red stools on their backs, creating an odd sight.

Within the city gates, similarly dressed individuals were being escorted out by the local enforcers. It was a delicate balance between sending them off and urging them along, neither offending nor allowing them to linger. The groups of people walking ahead of the enforcers frequently glanced back at the city, their steps slowing down repeatedly, revealing both reluctance and unwillingness to leave.

Among the crowd was Wang Manager, whom Shen Lie and Shopkeeper Xu had met earlier. At the forefront of the group were two men, one of whom was Wang Manager's master, Master Wang, the owner of Shopkeeper Xu's establishment. The other, for whom even Master Wang gave way by half a step, wore a dark green official robe. He was Chu Qichang, the newly appointed Shi Hu Cankong of Xizhou City, followed by several minor officials.

Two of the minor officials cleared the way as they approached, "Make way, make way! Lord Chu is coming!"

At the mention of 'lord,' the crowd quickly parted. Chu Qichang and his entourage strode towards the city gates. As they walked, he asked Master Wang, "Maolin, are the people you mentioned arriving today?"

Wang Maolin nodded, "Yes, we agreed on late morning today."

"Really close to two hundred people?"

"A manager from one of our former tavern branches contacted me," the man continued. "They've joined forces with several other families seeking refuge in the mountains. Later, they encountered another neighboring village and formed a settlement. He mentioned nearly two hundred people. I doubt he'd lie about that." As he spoke, they had already exited the city gates. Looking ahead, Lord Wang narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "Vice Governor Chu, take a look."

Chu Qiqiang gazed into the distance and saw a vast group of people. He turned to the clerks behind him and instructed, "Go check if it's…" He suddenly couldn't recall their names and looked at Wang Maolin.

Wang Maolin replied, "Our manager's surname is Xu, and there's also a young man around twenty named Shen."

Chu Qiqiang confirmed, "That's right, go see if it's them."

The two clerks hastened forward and soon returned with two individuals – none other than Manager Xu and Shen Lie, who had been in contact with the Xizhou branch.

This time, Lord Wang didn't need them to come close to recognize them. He smiled and said, "It's indeed them."

Chu Qiqiang, however, wasn't looking at the approaching group. He craned his neck to observe the long trail of people stretching far behind – there were surely more than one hundred eighty, if not two hundred.

"Excellent! Excellent!" He beamed and praised twice. As Manager Xu and Shen Lie drew near, his smile grew warm as he addressed Wang Maolin, "These must be Manager Xu and the young man named Shen Lie?"

Manager Xu and Shen Lie, having received a heads-up from the clerks, approached and bowed respectfully. Chu Qiqiang waved them off, his gaze fixed on the governor's approval of their arrival.

As the crowd drew closer, Lord Wang noticed men, women, and children of all ages, some supporting the elderly, others carrying young ones. Among them, he spotted a woman holding a toddler by the hand, no more than five or six years old. This child must have been a baby carried in someone's arms when they first sought refuge in the mountains.

Observing this group, though many were lean, they appeared far healthier than the skeletal figures commonly seen in the city these days. Chu Qichang couldn't help but sigh in admiration at their abilities, as he looked at Manager Xu and Shen Lie with increased respect. The plan to settle this group had been decided upon at the beginning of the month. Conveniently, there was still a crowd in the city who stubbornly refused to leave, using various excuses. Not wasting any more time, Chu Qichang called out to the officials behind him, "Carry their belongings and lead them directly to the large villages I previously designated for registration and land measurement. Ask them which specific households they prefer; accommodate them as much as possible."

With nearly two hundred people emerging from the depths of the mountains to settle, Chu Qichang had to offer generous incentives and convenience to entice those still on the fence. The officials naturally understood their superior's intentions and promptly agreed, then turned to smile at Shen Lie and Manager Xu. "Brother Shen, Manager Xu, take your people and follow us. You're familiar with the location of the villages, right? First, inspect the land, then register for residency. After that, you can use the proof of residency to claim food and seed relief when you return to the city."

Just like that?

Old Man Chen and the others still found it hard to believe.

The villagers and refugees lingering outside the city walls, refusing to register, were stunned. Someone asked, "They've already chosen where to settle?"

"Where did they choose?"

"Can we also choose for ourselves?"

At first, they were not in a hurry, but when they saw so many people arriving at once, they panicked. One able-bodied man equaled forty acres; how many people were there? Wouldn't the prime locations near the Xizhou city gates be taken by others if they didn't choose first?

The registrar who was assisting with the registration smiled. "Of course, you can still choose. Others have already chosen promptly at the beginning of the month, so naturally, you can go measure the land and register now. Isn't the simplified map right here? You can choose within the areas we've marked. First come, first served; those who delay will only get what's left."

"Form a line, one family at a time."

The crowd immediately lined up, and Chu Qichang couldn't help but smile as he watched. Recalling something, he whispered a question to Wang Maolin, who replied.

Shen Lie and Manager Xu stepped forward to thank both Chu Qichang and Lord Wang before bidding farewell, preparing to follow the clerk. However, Chu Qichang called them back. "Young Master Shen, I have a matter I'd like to discuss with you. Would it be convenient to step aside for a moment?"

Shen Lie was momentarily taken aback before nodding. "Sure."

Chu Qichang led Shen Lie to a less crowded side. Manager Xu glanced over, and Wang Maolin said, "It's nothing serious. Lord Chu wants to ask about the situation in the mountains."

Manager Xu relaxed. At this time, Wang Maolin asked, "What are your plans for your family's registration? Will you return to your original home or... If you want to settle in Xizhou City, I have a small residence that I can give you, allowing you to register here."

Offering a small house was quite generous for an employer towards his manager. After being surprised, Manager Xu hurriedly declined. "Thank you for your kindness, Boss, but I cannot accept without having done anything for it. That would not be appropriate."

Wang Maolin glanced at Wang Yunzheng, who had yet to approach the group. "It's not as if you haven't done anything. Yunzheng has been under your protection these past few years. As his uncle, I've been unable to give him the attention he needs, and his aunt fell ill at one point. If not for you, I doubt I could have taken care of him properly."

Shopkeeper Xu furrowed his brows and said, "Certainly, I'm also his uncle by marriage. Besides, it was my fault for behaving that way in the first place. It's already good that Old Master, Lady, and Third Master didn't blame me. We've been neighbors with the Shen and Chen families in the mountains for years, so we're used to it. After discussing with my wife and children, since there aren't many relatives in our hometown, we decided to continue living next to them."

Hearing that he had a plan, Wang Maolin said, "There was no offense taken. I understand what happened back then. Anyway, thank you for taking care of that child for these past few years. If you've made up your minds to settle your household registration outside the city, might as well do it close by, as you wish."

As he spoke, Wang Maolin glanced at Wang Yunzheng again. The child had yet to approach after a while.

Noticing Wang Maolin looking at Wang Yungzheng, Shopkeeper Xu waved at Wei Qinghe and Wang Yungzheng, then added, "They couldn't come over just now with Lord Chu around."

Both were well-educated and polite. Since Eldest Branch and Third Branch were separate matters, even Wei Lingzhen, who had previously served in Eldest Branch, came forward now. The Wei siblings called him Big Uncle, while Wang Yungzheng addressed him as Uncle. They all paid their respects.

Only then did Wang Maolin smile and examine Wang Yungzheng closely. "You've grown up, taller and a bit darker. Your grandmother and father have missed you for a long time. How about coming back with me today?"

Wang Yungzheng's hand, which hung by his side, clenched slightly, unsure of how to respond.

He didn't want to return to the Wang family at all.

Wang Maolin guessed that he knew about Manager Wei's couple, so he sighed inwardly. Turning to Wei Qinghe and Wei Lingzhen, he said, "Qinghe, Lingzhen, I believe you know about Manager Wei's couple. When the rebel soldiers rushed into the outer courtyard, many servants faced them directly and suffered casualties. I've arranged for your parents to be buried properly. Once everything is settled, I'll ask Manager Wang to take you both to pay your respects and burn joss sticks."

One sibling's eyes reddened, while the other's hands trembled slightly. However, they both understood that this wasn't Master Wang's fault. They nodded together and thanked him, "Thank you, Big Uncle."

Wang Maolin turned to summon Manager Wang.

Manager Wang handed over a bundle and a thin wooden box. Wang Maolin received them and promptly passed both to Wei Qinghe.

"This is some property your parents left behind. The old lady had it collected, and she added some relief money as a reward. She's been waiting for you to return so I could pass these on. Inside the box is your indenture. I know you've always been diligent in your studies. Now that scholars in our Great Qi have more opportunities, I'm returning your indenture to you. Go to the government office to cancel your registration and settle in anew. That way, when you pursue a career through your studies, you can uphold the honor of the Wei family. Your parents, down below, will find solace in this."

There were many wandering people at the time, and one could register as a good citizen if they wished. However, Great Qi didn't reject everything from the previous dynasty, such as houses, lands, servants, or maidservants. These didn't conflict with the major policies of the new government and protected the interests of the majority. Therefore, the government wouldn't intervene.

If one registered as a good citizen without issue, there would be no problem. But if the former master made trouble, it could become troublesome. It was best for Wang Maolin to return the indenture directly and let Wei Qinghe go to the government office to officially cancel his registration.

Wei Qinghe was still in a daze, but Wei Lingzhen eagerly nudged him. "Are you stupid? Hurry up and thank Uncle and the old lady!"

Only those who had truly been servants understood the significance of returning an indenture. Especially now that scholarly pursuits could lead to official positions, their parents' deaths might have been connected to Madam San. Yet, instead of implicating or suppressing Wei Qinghe, Uncle had returned his indenture. The siblings felt a mixture of emotions at this moment.

Wei Qinghe came back to his senses, took the bundle and wooden box, and realized he was holding his parents' belongings. His nose stung, and he knelt before Wang Maolin, bowing several times in gratitude for freeing him from his indenture and preserving their master-servant bond.

Wang Yunzheng, who had been tightly gripping his hands until now, finally relaxed his fingers slightly. He spoke to his uncle, "Uncle, I'll accompany my uncle to register as a citizen first. I'll visit Grandmother tomorrow. But I wish to attend the prefectural academy. I wonder if Xizhou's prefectural academy has been established?"

Upon hearing that Wang Yunzheng agreed to return home, a smile appeared on Wang Maolin's face. He knew his nephew loved reading and had carried a bundle of books during their escape. He chuckled and said, "The prefectural academy is already set up. Admissions will begin soon, but students must pass an exam. You can check the details at the notice board outside the government office tomorrow."

Wang Yunzheng's eyes lit up. "Alright, after I pay my respects to my grandmother, I still want to live with Uncle and study together for the provincial academy entrance exam."

Wang Maolin glanced at him. Wei Qinghe didn't have a good place to stay; if not for one of the large manors originally belonging to him, with some remaining houses, they might have to build a makeshift shed for the winter in a less desirable location. However, he understood the child's situation in the third branch. It was good enough that he was willing to return. Whether he stayed long or short term wasn't important. If he truly entered the provincial academy, he would reside there anyway. Thus, Wang Maolin smiled and agreed.

When their conversation ended, Chu Qichang and Shen Lie had also finished their discussion. After bidding each other farewell, they followed the officials towards several manors located near the city gates, nestled against a mountain on one side and close to the official road on the other.

After walking a distance, Sang Luo whispered to Shen Lie, "What did Lord Chu ask you when he called you over alone?"

Old Man Chen and Old Lady Chen, walking beside them, also turned to look.

Shen Lie replied, "He asked about any remaining people in the nearby mountains where we were hiding, whether they're willing to come out, and if I could help recruit the mountain folk to bring the government's policies into the mountains."

In those deep mountains, their current officials really couldn't spare the manpower to search for people, nor did they possess the ability to enter.

Old Lady Chen tilted her head and instinctively let out an "ah."

Shen Lie continued, "Lord Chu has good intentions and wants more people to know that peace has been restored outside. But since all of us have come out, the others still hiding in the mountains... The mountains in our area are too vast, making it difficult to search for them. Even if I wanted to help, it would be challenging."

This was said for the eavesdropping official in front, as many of their neighbors had shown interest, with quite a few probing around their two villages recently. However, more were hesitant.

Whether others would return or not was their own decision; he couldn't just betray them.

His hint was clear, and the Chen and Xu families beside him understood. Old Lady Chen said, "Yes, we've been fortunate. Many people's relatives still don't know where they are or how they're doing."

Nine-tenths of her words were sincere, while only one-tenth was for the sake of responding to the previous official. Shizi Shi's wife, the daughter-in-law of Village Head Zhou, felt dejected. They echoed, "I wonder how my family is doing. We have no idea where they hid. Now, even if we wanted to find them, we wouldn't know where to start."

"My parents and siblings too. I hope they're all well."

The mood grew heavier with this remark. Feeling awkward, Old Lady Chen hurriedly comforted, "There will come a day when we'll be reunited. It's peaceful outside now. As long as we leave the mountains, we should find out. The government has good policies. They'll gradually emerge. We'll search through each county one by one, and we'll surely meet them."

The two officials ahead listened for a while, exchanging glances. As they approached a bend in the road, they turned back and smiled at the crowd. "After walking a bit further down this path, you'll reach Daxing Village. Mister Shen, Shopkeeper Xu, which of your people are assigned to Daxing Village? Follow me."

Given the size of the land, Shen Lie and his nearly two hundred people had to be scattered across three villages to have enough space.

Each family's destination had been decided before leaving the mountains. The Daxing Village, closest to Xizhou City, was naturally designated for the families from outside the village. First, its location was ideal, and second, the village was roughly the right size to accommodate them all.

Upon hearing Daxing Village, everyone instantly shook off their earlier worries and perked up. "Us, us!"

Those carrying baskets and burdens stepped aside, forming a separate group. The children giggled as they followed their elders' lead.

Zhou Laizi, Zheng Butcher, the East Brother's household, the entire Gan family, and the Feng clan all chuckled. Feng the Elder said, "Off you go then, off you go. We'll be following suit soon enough. Later on, we'll pay a visit to your village. After all, it's quite close by—just a few steps away."

Everybody laughed.

The path bifurcated. The Feng family members continued along the main road, while a few households from the neighboring village veered towards an inward-bound dirt track. Before long, they spotted a circle of dilapidated walls. There should have been a gate between the gaps, but it was long destroyed and wide open, revealing a glimpse of farmland and dwellings within.

Both Xu Manager and Shen Lie, who had arrived earlier, chuckled. "We've arrived!"

A chorus of awe-filled exclamations erupted from the group of children upon seeing the village encircled by walls. A few mischievous ones, noticing the official's amiable demeanor, dashed inside ahead of everyone else, exclaiming, "We'll go in and have a look first!"

The moment the boys took off, Shen Ning tugged on Xu Wenying and Shi Qiaoer. "Come on, let's go take a look too."

Shen Lie had already been inside, and there was no danger to be found, so he allowed them to go.

Amidst the laughter of the group of teenagers and a few girls, Shi Erniu, who had run in first, exclaimed joyfully, "Xia'an, quick, look! There's even a large house with green-brick tiles!"

Chapter 36 - Reorganization

Two more contingents of supplies transported from the mountain returned, and it was not until the sun had set that Yi Yan led the last squad back to Liang Manor.

The night was dark, but the manor gates were illuminated as if a beacon for weary birds. Yet, Yi Yan hadn't anticipated that {Liang Feng} would be waiting outside.

He hurriedly approached with three strides and knelt before Liang Feng on one knee. "My Lord, your servant has fulfilled his mission without disgrace. The Green Goat Stronghold has been utterly wiped out!"

Not only wiped out, but probably emptied too? Liang Feng smiled, stepping forward to support Yi Yan's arm. "I didn't expect you to do so well. Rise. Let's talk inside."

Yi Yan's hand felt slightly cold, perhaps due to waiting too long or having a low body temperature. He quickly stood up, gripping Liang Feng's arm. Just like their first encounter, he still bore the blood of his enemies on him, covered in dust, and in disarray. But the other person remained clean and refined, like a cloud in the sky. This time, however, Yi Yan didn't retreat or let go; instead, he pressed closely against Liang Feng's side, supporting him as they walked towards the main courtyard.

With each step, Yi Yan's heart seemed to calm down. His anger, anxiety, and confusion vanished, replaced by a sense of belonging, anchored in the person beside him.

In no time, the two returned indoors. Seated by the couch, Liang Feng exhaled and asked, "Fortunately, everything went smoothly. How did you manage to infiltrate?"

He didn't inquire about the spoils of war. Warmth filled Yi Yan's chest as he recounted the assault in detail. Liang Feng nodded along, recognizing the tactics of a special forces operation. Perhaps he could train a sharp-edged squad following the methods of special forces?

Finished with his account, Yi Yan said, "I brought all the wealth from the Green Goat Stronghold back, and I burned the stronghold to the ground. There will never again be bandits lurking there."

No wonder the light cavalry had made several trips back and forth. Curious, Liang Feng asked, "What did you bring back in those three large carriages?"

"Earnings and silk," Yiyan answered promptly. "Also, gold, silver, jewels, and various treasures. They must have plundered them from merchant caravans. They didn't spend any of it but hid it separately in their own houses."

Wow! With those three carriages, there must be hundreds of thousands of coins, right? Liang Feng couldn't help but laugh. "Making profit without investing anything is indeed effortless."

"I can lead troops to attack other bandit strongholds!" Yiyan immediately suggested.

But Liang Feng shook his head. "Qingyang Village is in a unique situation. Its main forces have already been wiped out by our troops, making it easy to conquer. However, don't underestimate city sieges. Without several times the defending force's numbers, capturing a well-fortified city is no simple task. If the defenders are resolute and the city has ample supplies, it's common for them to remain unyielding even before multiple times their number. City sieges often turn into attrition warfare. Thus, unless absolutely necessary, refrain from targeting cities."

Just like how the Mongol army broke their lances at Chongqing's Fishing Tower during the Southern Song Dynasty, unable to capture even a small city, which instead resulted in the death of their commander and internal strife among the Mongols, altering the world's landscape. Key forts in strategic locations had always been crucial elements in warfare. He didn't wish for Yiyan to underestimate city sieges due to a mere bandit stronghold.

Yiyan nodded thoughtfully. Liang Feng continued, "Moreover, I trained you not to become bandits. Regardless of whether you rob civilians or bandits, severe consequences may arise, and morale would dissipate, rendering everything meaningless. You've done well this time by not privately distributing the spoils to the soldiers. Only strict discipline can prevent soldiers from being swayed by short-term gains."

"Does His Excellency intend to reward these people? They've already received much favor!" Yiyan frowned. He didn't have ulterior motives; he simply believed that all spoils belonged to his lord and thus didn't allow anyone beneath him to touch them.

Liang Feng shook his head. "After a victory, rewards should still be given. But wealth and silk can corrupt hearts, and they're never the right way to reward soldiers. This chance encounter has also exposed many issues, so I plan to seize this opportunity to reorganize our units and increase our troop numbers."

He had misunderstood earlier. The path of elite troops was good, but it wasn't entirely suitable for the Liang household. The Liang household's manpower was too scarce. Relying solely on professional soldiers would never be enough to assemble an adequate force for major battles. It would be better to learn from the Tang Dynasty's system of part-time soldiers, cultivating a reserve force that balanced farming and warfare. These professional soldiers would then serve as the sharp blades within, maximizing their effectiveness.

This was precisely the topic Yiyan wished to hear: "Indeed, with too few people, it's impossible to manage everything. Lord, you must keep a sufficient number of attendants around you!"

It seemed that the kidnapping incident had left a significant psychological impact on Yiyan. Liang Feng smiled. "You're right. In the future, I'll assign a squad of inner guards to me, and the servants in the main residence will also be trained for security. However, this is secondary. More importantly, it's about the reward system I've envisioned. It consists of three tiers and can be implemented like this..."

As Liang Feng spoke enthusiastically, the more Yiyan listened, the deeper his frown became. Eventually, he couldn't help but interject, "Lord, I don't need such rewards. Moreover, isn't the amount of land too much? How will the manor sustain itself?"

"The more land we give to soldiers, the more people we can support. Every tax-exempt mu of land can sustain an additional life. Hence, what we should focus on is not how much money and grain the Liang manor can collect but how many lives it can preserve."

It took Liang Feng an entire afternoon to comprehend this. At this stage, such reorganization would indeed incur considerable expenses. However, in return, it could sustain a larger population. And when these people survive, with food in their granaries and money in their pockets, local economies would recover. Feeding soldiers wasn't just about the soldiers themselves but also the families behind them.

When the policy applied to just a few hundred people, it seemed insignificant. But with thirty or fifty thousand, the number of people behind them would be substantial. However, all this was still far off; for now, the priority was to ensure that those soldiers who had shed blood and sweat received their rightful rewards.

Having finally grasped these insights, Liang Feng was filled with enthusiasm. Gazing at the man before him, whose pale face glowed with vitality, Yi Yan's eyes also began to shine. He knew that his lord was kind-hearted, which was why he had saved him from the hands of the soldiers and granted freedom to them, the Jie slaves. Yet, he hadn't expected that his lord could envision such a distant future! How many people might be spared from homelessness and live peaceful, prosperous lives if he were to govern a county or even a province?

Regardless of how the troops were reorganized, this cohort was the foundation of his lord's power. He would hone this unit, shaping it into the twin wings that would carry his lord to soaring heights!

*

In the military barracks' communal sleeping area, snoring echoed in unison. Zhu Er, nestled in the corner, hugged his thin blanket and rolled over contentedly. He almost collided with his teammate but, both sprawled out in their sleep, they didn't disturb each other's dreams.

After another quarter of an hour, Zhu Er suddenly exclaimed, "Ouch!" He sat up and said, "I'm going to be late for morning drills!"

His voice wasn't too loud or too soft, but it was enough to rouse half the barracks. Immediately, someone cursed, "What drills? We're resting for the next two days!"

Upon hearing this, many people dozed off again. Zhu Er's face flushed red with embarrassment, leaving him completely devoid of sleep. He stealthily climbed down from his bed and headed outside.

It was just dawn, and as expected, no one was on the training ground. Zhu Er stood at the edge of the empty space, somewhat dazed. Three days had passed since they fought against the bandits, but standing here still sent shivers down his spine, reminding him of the thrill and terror of that day—his heart pounding, his eyes bloodshot with adrenaline.

In that battle, he had directly killed three enemies and injured two more. Afterward, his hands trembled for an entire day, preventing him from participating in the subsequent attack on the bandit stronghold. Even now, he could still vividly recall the mangled faces. Yet strangely, those images never appeared in his dreams each night; instead, he found himself lying awake until dawn.

They deserved to die, Zhu Er thought, clenching his fists. He felt strangely at peace with himself. He was a tenant of the Liang estate, born and raised on the farm. Down in these hills lay his family's fields and loved ones. Why should he allow those bandit soldiers to wreak havoc unchecked? If those scoundrels dared to return, he would kill even more of them, ensuring they'd have no burial ground!

"Hey, Zhu Er, why are you up so early?" Sun Jiao pushed open the door beside him and emerged, immediately noticing his subordinate and asking.

"Corporal!" Zhu Er promptly straightened up, raising his right hand to his chest in a military salute, as taught by the platoon leader. It was said that soldiers, clad in armor, couldn't kneel, so this gesture sufficed as a show of respect.

Sun Jiao waved dismissively. "So many rules? We're not having drills today, so why are you up so early?"

"I...I couldn't sleep, so I came out for a stroll," Zhu Er scratched his head, smiling foolishly.

"Haha, are you also looking forward to today's inspection?" Sun Jiao glanced at the wooden platform that had just been constructed in the past two days and said with mock seriousness, "I've heard rumors that Lord Lang will reward us! Perhaps it's silver seized from bandits!"

"Really?!" Zhu Er was startled. "If each of us gets two strings of coins, that would be a substantial amount!"

"Hard to say for sure," Sun Jiao clicked his tongue. "But I've heard that the Wood Workshop has received rewards multiple times. With our great achievement this time, perhaps we'll get some benefits too?"

"In truth, Lord Lang has been very generous to us," Zhu Er said guiltily, muttering softly, "Just the daily meals, clothes, and farmland already cost a fortune. We're here to fight wars, so it wouldn't be right to ask for more rewards..."

Sun Jiao choked on his words. "I only overheard a snippet of conversation—who knows? Anyway, this is Lord Lang's first inspection of our unit, so we must stay alert and not embarrass ourselves! I'll stop chatting; I'm going to practice archery."

Ever since their defeat by Yi Yan, Sun Jiao had secretly started practicing archery, and Zhu Er had stumbled upon him several times. Watching Wu Yuanzhong disappear into the distance, Zhu Er sighed in relief. Yes, no matter the reward, they must maintain their spirits during the inspection to preserve their unit's dignity.

After considering this, Zhu Er jogged towards a nearby well. Seeing how the Team Leader always cleaned up before returning home, he decided to wash his face and freshen up first.

Half an hour later, all the soldiers were roused by their squad leaders. They donned new clothes and grasped their ever-present spears. Since the fierce battle, each person had received a three-foot-long red tassel to tie to the tip of their spear, which was said to prevent blood from flowing down the shaft and slipping their grip during combat. For the experienced household soldiers, this was a practical addition, and it also made their spears appear more formidable.

As they finished preparing, the drums at the edge of the training field began to boom. Memories of that day's fighting flooded their minds, and all the soldiers gripped their spears tightly, puffed out their chests, and marched in formation to the command platform.

Contrary to their expectations, there were no soft couches or low tables on the high wooden platform. Instead, there was an odd, tall-legged table covered with a red cloth, bearing a silver platter. No one knew what was inside, but despite their curiosity, they didn't whisper to each other. Used to following orders, they understood the rules of the drill.

In the midst of such profound silence and solemnity, the two men climbed the steps, slowly ascending to the platform. One wore leather armor, his hand resting on a sword, his gray-blue eyes exuding an aura of chilly determination that made others avert their gaze. The other donned a flowing robe with wide sleeves, exuding an indescribable air of nobility.

They walked side by side to the center of the platform. The man in military attire stepped forward and declared loudly, "Attention, all! Salute!"

With a rustling sound, everyone aligned their feet, raised their right arms, and tapped their left chests, performing the salute specific to the Liang household. Despite being only twenty individuals, their movements were perfectly synchronized, exuding extraordinary presence.

Liang Feng's gaze swept over them, and he nodded. "The other day, you fought bravely, repelling five times your number of bandit soldiers. Your courage and bravery deserve commendation."

These few simple words flushed many faces below. This was praise from their Lord! And with commendation, would there be actual rewards? Why wasn't there any copper money on display?

Liang Feng didn't keep them in suspense. He announced, "Henceforth, the Liang household will classify military merits into three tiers. Third-class merit: For displaying bravery in battle and achieving a major victory, all participating soldiers will be exempt from taxes for three years!"

Upon hearing this, the crowd immediately stirred. They had expected rewards, but at most, they had imagined a few coins. However, a three-year tax exemption was different. Each of them owned ten acres of military land. If all ten acres were exempted from taxes for three years, wouldn't that sustain their entire family?

"Third-class merits can accumulate. Each time you fight bravely and return victorious, it will grant you a three-year tax exemption, applicable to every battle!"

This time, even the most composed couldn't hold back. If so, wouldn't ten victories mean a thirty-year tax exemption for their military lands? Thirty years! That could last until their own demise!

Unperturbed by the commotion, Liang Feng continued, "If one displays courage on the battlefield, leading the charge to reverse the tide of war and guide your troops from defeat to victory, that is second-class military merit. Exemption from taxes for ten years!"

All eyes instantly turned to Yi Yan. Each of them had witnessed the Team Leader's fearless battles. Without him, they would never have won so effortlessly. Turning the tide on the battlefield was a glorious feat, and such bravery could earn them multiplied merits! If they became Squad Leaders or Team Leaders, could they also attain such honor?

Noticing the enthusiastic atmosphere, Liang Feng smiled and dropped the final bombshell: "If injured in battle, one will receive second-class military merits! Should one fall in battle, apart from tax exemptions on their land, the Liang estate will support the widows and children of the fallen. Upon earning twenty third-class or ten second-class merits, one's rank will be upgraded, advancing to first-class military merits. Those with first-class merits will have their military lands exempted from taxes, to be passed down to their descendants!"

Putting aside the benefits for those injured or killed in battle, these first-class military merits that could be inherited were equivalent to permanent land ownership, weren't they? A privilege traditionally enjoyed only by royal princes and dukes, this could be obtained simply by following their Lord? What an incredible honor! Everyone fell silent. Wealth might provide temporary sustenance, but such merits guaranteed a worry-free life. They were worth shedding blood and sacrificing themselves for!

They had chosen the right master.

"I am willing to lay down my life for our Lord!"

It was unclear who had initiated the chant, but soon everyone echoed in unison, "We are willing to die for Lord Liang! We are willing to die for Lord Liang!"

Their voices rang with sincerity. Each and every one of them had grown up tilling the fields, born as farmers. They understood the significance of land and held it dear to their hearts. Whoever could grant them fields, exempt them from taxes, and bestow them with lifelong land ownership would be their deity, deserving of their unwavering devotion.

Looking at the flushed faces below, Liang Feng let out a soft sigh of relief. The three-tier military merit system was inspired by the future military, adapted, and then linked to the land allocation based on military achievements in the Qin era. Legally, he didn't have the authority to distribute land privately. In any age, the power to allocate land belonged solely to the imperial court and the emperor.

However, they were currently in a true age of chaos, a time when the government was on the brink of collapse. He needed a loyal and powerful army. If land could sustain this loyalty, he was willing to seize that authority and grant the land around him to those who fought for him.

Liang Feng raised his hand gently, and the roaring cries subsided instantly, demonstrating the obedience of his troops. He nodded slightly and continued, "This battle has exposed the shortage of manpower in my household. Therefore, I've decided to expand our units. You soldiers who solely fight will be considered main troops. Upon enlistment, you will receive military land, and your taxes will be halved. A unit will now consist of a hundred men, with one team leader and two deputy team leaders. Five men will form a squad, led by a squad leader; ten men will form a file, under a file leader."

These words immediately stirred Sun Jiao's excitement. If more men were added, wouldn't he, as the former squad leader, naturally ascend to the position of file leader?

Liang Feng continued, "Furthermore, expand two additional units as auxiliary soldiers. They will work the fields in peacetime and assist you in combat during wartime, receiving provisions from the military. One unit of main soldiers and two units of auxiliaries make up a battalion, with one battalion commander in charge. All file leaders and above will be considered officers. Every officer will receive different amounts of military land according to their rank: a battalion commander gets 100 acres, a squad leader gets 50 acres, and a file leader gets 20 acres."

Not only Sun Jiao, but everyone else present found their breathing quicken. Those who had participated in battles and earned third-class military merits might now have a chance to become officers? With an official title, wouldn't they gain several times the amount of land? Ten acres could support a family of three without taxes; with twenty or fifty acres, they would become landlords with servants and tenants.

"This battalion will be called 'Valiant Battalion.' As it is written in the 'Six Strategies': In the army, those with great bravery, willingness to die, and joy in injury should be gathered into a company, named 'Blade-Braving Warriors'; those with fierce courage, strength, and violence should form another company, called 'Breaching Warriors'; and those skilled in swords, martial arts, and orderly formations should constitute a company, known as 'Valiant Warriors.' I do not seek reckless madmen willing to face blades nor lone soldiers relying solely on bravery. What I want are disciplined, valiant soldiers who can advance in unison with the beat of drums, undeterred by a forest of spears. You are all chosen elites of the military, my sharp blades to protect our homeland. Remember your battalion name. Without a daring heart, you are unworthy to be a main soldier of the 'Valiant Battalion'!"

At this point, Liang Feng reached for two items on the silver tray on the high table and solemnly said, "Yiyan."

"At your service!" Yi Yan stepped forward and knelt before Liang Feng with one knee on the ground.

"These are the banners of the Valiant Camp and the military merit ledger. The banner is the soul of the army; as long as it stands, so does the unit. If it falls, the unit perishes with it. The military merit ledger, on the other hand, is the root of the army, recording the deeds of every soldier for generations to come. Now, I bestow these upon you, hoping that you will lead this camp to countless victories!"

"I, your servant, shall not betray your great trust!" Yi Yan raised both hands above his head, receiving the items solemnly. Then, he rose and approached the dais, unfurling the banner.

"Lord, you are mighty! The Valiant Camp shall triumph in every battle!"

The words "Valiant" were embroidered prominently in the center of the flag, in golden thread against a crimson background, shimmering brilliantly under the sun's rays.

All voices rose in unison, "Our Lord is mighty! Invincible bravery triumphs over all!"

The cheers echoed through the heavens, resonating within the walls of Liang's grand estate, across the makeshift huts where displaced people temporarily resided, and reverberating endlessly between distant valleys.

Chapter 37: Utilizing Talent

"Ah Gui, is that the Liang residence up ahead? Why have they expanded their farmland beyond the courtyard walls?" Zhou Kan asked curiously as he rode his humble horse.

In front of him, rows of cottages stood on either side of the extended courtyard wall. The nearby fields had been meticulously terraced, with a few oxen pulling plows slowly through the soil. Behind them, numerous thin and weary-looking men were tending to the land, watering and weeding in a flurry of activity. It seemed they were hastily preparing for summer planting.

Didn't these noble families typically enclose their manors within their own grounds? Why had they ventured outside for cultivation? Wasn't it rather late to be starting new farmland? And those plows were peculiar – how could they turn the earth so effortlessly?

Full of questions, Zhou Kan couldn't resist asking, but the Liang residence's servant beside him remained silent. Zhou Kan raised his voice slightly, "Ah Gui?"

Only then did Ah Gu come to his senses and hastily said, "It is indeed the Liang residence, but it's somewhat different from when I left..."

In just over a month, how could things have changed so much? Zhou Kan helplessly shook his head and didn't pursue the matter further. No matter what the Liang Estate had been like in the past, it now appeared much better than any village he had encountered on his journey. In these times, it was already challenging to cultivate a field of ripe crops, let alone have the energy to expand into new land. It seemed that what his sister had written in her letter was not an exaggeration.

Indeed, Zhou Kan's journey entailed a significant amount of resolve. Though his hometown was plagued by wars and conflicts, it was still a place where generations of his family had settled, with neighbors and kin to rely on. However, the situation was different in the Liang estate; he was unfamiliar with the land, and Bing Prefecture was known for its numerous barbarian inhabitants, a prospect that struck fear into the heart. Should he encounter bandits or rogue soldiers along the way, how could he guarantee his own safety?

For this matter, several older cousins had advised him on several occasions, but Zhou Kan had long seen through it all. Rather than frantically striving like his cousins, expending all their wits to be a mere low-ranking official, he thought it better to seek alternative paths. After all, the Liang Estate boasted a Ting Hou—wouldn't it be preferable to become a guest of such a nobleman, rather than being a malleable minor bureaucrat at the mercy of others? With his sparse family and few dependents, feeding himself alone would hardly leave anyone else wanting. To miss out on this opportunity would truly be a cause for profound regret!

In order to hasten his journey, he had even endured the pain of parting with his money to purchase a worn-out horse, setting off alongside the messenger from the Liang estate. They traveled for half a month, evading several bands of rebel soldiers, and overcoming numerous hardships before finally reaching their destination. Seeing such prosperity before him, he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. It seemed that his decision hadn't been in vain.

Following Ah Gui through the fields, they arrived at the entrance to the Liang residence. Both dismounted and were thoroughly searched before being allowed into the courtyard. Inside was the true manor of the Liangs, bustling with activity, even more so than outside. It was currently harvest season for wheat, and the farmers, Zhuang Han, were busy reaping crops and plowing the land in preparation for summer planting. There was no sign that the area had suffered from a severe drought.

There were also men dressed in similar attire, either thrusting spears at hay stacks or engaging in pairs or small groups, brandishing swords and shields as they sparred. Simply watching from the side was a marvel to behold.

Were these the household soldiers of the Liang estate? They seemed more formidable than the random bandits outside.

As they walked through the dizzying array of sights, Zhou Kan grew nervous as they approached the high walls of the main residence. Would such a prominent family really take him in as a guest? He had spent his childhood learning mathematics from his father, with little interest in literature or the arts. If he were to embarrass himself in front of the head of the family, wouldn't all his efforts have been for naught?

"Um, Ah Gui, could you arrange for me to meet my sister first? I...I haven't seen her in so long, and I really miss her..." Zhou Kan couldn't help but ask Ah Gui.

"That's not a problem," Ah Gui readily agreed.

After another round of scrutiny, they entered the residence. Ah Gui went to report to the steward, while Zhou Kan followed a servant through a labyrinth of corridors, heading towards the inner courtyard. Along the way, Zhou Kan's heart pounded harder and harder. The Liang estate was enormous, and with such grand gates, would they truly welcome him as a guest? Perhaps his sister had misunderstood, and if the Liang family refused to accept someone as crude as him, what would become of him?

They continued walking until they reached a smaller courtyard where they stopped. The man entered, and soon after, a woman emerged.

"Ai Jie!" Zhou Kan exclaimed upon seeing Chao Yu.

Upon recognizing the person in front of her, Chao Yu was taken aback for a moment before saying, "Is it Kan? Why are you here? Your aunt...?"

Chao Yu paused in the middle of her sentence. She remembered that her younger cousin had always been filial; he likely wouldn't have left home and ventured all the way to the Liang residence in Bing Prefecture if not for their mother's passing.

Sure enough, Zhou Kan sighed. "Our mother passed away last year. I have no ties at home, so naturally, I had to seek other opportunities. Unfortunately, my cousins have already found positions, so none of them were willing to come with me."

Chao Yu had also been away from home for six or seven years, so she didn't expect things to have changed so much. It made her feel somewhat melancholic, but she quickly consoled her younger cousin. Zhou Kan's gaze lingered on Chao Yu before he hesitantly asked, "Sister, aren't you a wet nurse at the Liang residence? Why are you dressed like this..."

What Chao Yu was wearing indeed didn't resemble a wet nurse's attire. Her sleeves were tied up with ropes, and she wore a rough linen apron around her waist, giving off an appearance of someone doing manual labor.

Chao Yu realized this and laughed. "I'm not just the young master's wet nurse anymore; I've also taken on a position in the weaving workshop. These few days, I'm rushing to finish making new clothes for the guards."

Zhou Kan was surprised that his sister could hold two positions as a wet nurse. He asked curiously, "Didn't the Liang residence have weavers before? Wouldn't it be inappropriate for you to hold such a role?"

"What's inappropriate?" Chao Yu shook her head. "A wet nurse is just a servant after all. Regardless of how young the young master is now, once he takes charge of the Liang residence in the future, he'll have to marry a new bride. It wouldn't be appropriate to assign any important tasks to me. But managing the weaving workshop is different. No matter how small the position is, it's still a supervisory role, which is better than being a servant dependent on others."

Zhou Kan nodded, suddenly realizing something. "So the Liang residence is short-handed now?"

"Indeed. The previous heads of the family were content with enjoying themselves and didn't pay much attention to the affairs of the residence, causing chaos within. But now that Lord Lang is personally overseeing things, it's different. Since you're here, Kan, you must behave yourself and do your duties diligently. You mustn't have any devious thoughts. The lord has sharp eyes and shows no mercy when dealing with wayward servants."

Zhou Kan broke out in a sweat. "Then can I still become a guest scholar? My poetry and literature skills aren't good..."

"How skilled are you in arithmetic?" Chao Yu interrupted, getting straight to the point.

"If it's just what's within The Nine Chapters on the Art of Mathematics, I'm quite proficient," Zhou Kan replied truthfully. His talent in mathematics wasn't exceptional, but he had thoroughly studied The Nine Chapters.

Chao Yu immediately sighed in relief. "That's good then. Come with me; we'll pay our respects to the family head."

They were going to meet the family head now? Zhou Kan hastily asked the most crucial question. "Sis, what's the family head's personality like?"

Untying the strings on her sleeves, Chao Yu couldn't help but laugh at the sudden question. "The family head treats us kindly and has a connection with Buddhism. He's a benevolent person."

"Huh?" Didn't you just say that he has a sharp gaze and doesn't show mercy? Confused, Zhou Kan followed Chao Yu, walking nervously towards the main courtyard.

---

"Lord, we must allocate more people to the Iron Workshop this time!"

"Foreman Ding, last time they already took three. We really can't spare any more," Liang Feng said, somewhat amused by the short and sturdy old man standing before him like a boulder.

"But last time, Lord only needed iron plows. Now, there's talk of horseshoes and more arrowheads. How many people does the Iron Workshop have? How will they manage?!" Ding Dakun showed no intention of backing down. He realized that to complete the tasks assigned by Lord, they needed to expand the Iron Workshop and take on more apprentices.

Most of the villagers were family men, and the skill of blacksmithing was not something to be easily passed on to just anyone. It would be a loss if it fell into the hands of those with ill intentions. The vagabonds outside the village were better. Without relatives or friends, they would have to apprentice under him once they entered the iron forge, and naturally, they wouldn't dare to leave the forge. This made Ding Da, who had always been reluctant, consider expanding the forge.

Under normal circumstances, Liang Feng would have wholeheartedly approved of this old stubborn's decision to expand the forge. But now was not an ordinary time. His retinue was being expanded, and taming new land required labor. For Ding Da to specifically choose the physically recovered, quick-witted young men was like cutting into his flesh! If he divided these people to Ding Da, Ah Liang would undoubtedly jump up in protest next.

Liang Feng coughed. "Actually, you could entrust some of the mold-making tasks to the pottery workshop. Wouldn't that make things easier? Also, tasks like polishing arrows can be done by women and children. Why do you need young men for that?"

"How can that work?!" Ding Da immediately puffed up his cheeks and glared. "These are delicate tasks. If we hand them over to others and they mess up, all our efforts will be wasted! Can women and children handle the grinding of tools? Just the back-and-forth rubbing on the grindstone would exhaust them!"

"I recall that the pottery workshop has a pottery wheel that rotates with foot pressure, shaping the clay into smooth forms. Why not create a similar wheel for the grindstone? Then, with a simple foot pedal, the edge could be polished, couldn't it?" Liang Feng racked his brains, recalling the grinding tools from his previous life.

Ding Da immediately fell silent, deep in thought. Liang Feng continued, "I'll ask Liu Jiangtou to help you brainstorm ideas. If it works out, there will be no shortage of servants and children to assist!"

"I'll give it a try first! If it doesn't work, Lord, you'll have to allocate more young men from the forge!" Ding Da stood up abruptly, hastily bowed, and rushed out.

Watching the old man's enthusiastic departure, Liang Feng couldn't help but shake his head with a wry smile. Recently, he had asked the forge to experiment with making iron plows, a luxurious item. The stubborn Ding Da had shaken his head for days, complaining about the waste of materials. In the end, Liang Feng had allocated part of the seized swords and blades to be reforged and sent three vagabonds to apprentice under Ding Da, which finally convinced him.

The iron plow was indeed effective, doubling the speed of land clearance compared to wooden plows. However, Ding Da had tasted the benefits of taking on more vagabond apprentices, and now, upon hearing the need for horseshoes, he was eager to expand the workforce. Despite Liang Feng's mixed feelings about the old man's obstinacy, he couldn't deny that Ding Da was skilled at blacksmithing. If they could successfully produce horseshoes, the few horses in the village could form a cavalry unit.

Yes, although they already had saddles, horseshoes were still missing. Hooves were prone to wear and tear, and with only a few horses, any damage during training would be a significant loss. It was better to invest a bit of money to develop horseshoes first before considering anything else.

Just as he was contemplating the feasibility of the stone wheel and how to facilitate the exchange of skills among the workshops in the manor, a servant announced, "Lord, Chao Yu requests an audience."

"Lets her in," Liang Feng said, instantly invigorated. He had been eagerly anticipating the arrival of Chao Yu's younger maternal cousin, who was to become his accountant. If the young man proved competent, Liang Feng's burden would be significantly lightened.

In no time, Chao Yu and Zhou Kan entered, with Chao Yu kneeling respectfully before the table, saying, "I come before you, Lord, to present my younger maternal cousin, Zhou Kan, who has arrived to pay his respects."

Zhou Kan followed Chao Yu's lead and knelt down, albeit clumsily, almost tripping over himself. Upon entering, he couldn't resist stealing a glance at the master seated above.

Why didn't my sister mention that the head of the Liang family is such a strikingly handsome man?

Zhou Kan was dumbfounded. This was the first time he had laid eyes on someone so genuinely handsome. The man exuded an aura of nobility that stirred the heart. He seemed like the kind of born aristocrat who should spend his days reciting poetry, discussing art, and enjoying wine and merriment. How could such a lord concern himself with mundane household matters? And why would he even consider hiring an ordinary person like him?

With his heart pounding, Zhou Kan felt his mind go blank as he mechanically followed Chao Yu's lead in paying his respects.

Liang Feng, naturally, noticed the newcomer's disoriented state and smiled at Chao Yu. "You've worked hard. How many more days until the new uniforms for your troupe are ready?"

"In three more days," Chao Yu replied softly. "This time, we're using high-quality hemp that's strong and durable, so they should last a long time."

"Very good. You may withdraw for now." It wouldn't do to have a relative present during the assessment of the newcomer. After Chao Yu bowed and left, Liang Feng turned to the still somewhat bewildered youth and said, "Chao Yu mentioned that your family excels in numeracy?"

"I-I don't possess exceptional talent; I've only studied the 'Nine Chapters'..." Zhou Kan said foolishly, realizing too late that he had unintentionally revealed his limitations, causing him immense frustration. This wasn't an ordinary inquiry; it was crucial to his future in Liang Feng's residence! Why was he acting so foolish now?

Liang Feng chuckled, seemingly unconcerned as he asked, "Two individuals start from the same place. Person A walks at a pace of seven steps, while Person B walks at a pace of three. Person B heads east, and Person A first goes south for ten steps before turning north at an angle and meeting with Person B. Can you tell me how far each has walked?"

Zhou Kan blinked. Wasn't this a problem from the 'Nine Chapters on Mathematical Procedures'? He instinctively took out the counting rods he carried with him and laid them out on the ground for a moment before looking up and answering, "Person A has walked 24 and a half steps, while Person B has walked 10 and a half steps."

The numbers were correct. Liang Feng nodded and continued, "An efficient walker covers 100 steps, while an inefficient one covers 60. Suppose the inefficient walker has a head start of 100 steps. How many steps would the efficient walker need to take to catch up?"

This time, Zhou Kan answered promptly, "It would take 250 steps!"

"Indeed." The boy could answer both mathematical problems effortlessly. It seemed his foundation in math wasn't lacking. He didn't need to be a scholar with knowledge spanning the heavens and earth; such computational skills were more than adequate.

After the compliment, Liang Feng casually picked up a sheet of paper from the table and handed it over. "I came up with this writing system the other day. It can be used for record-keeping."

Zhou Kan took the slip and glanced at it. The paper was inscribed with a sequence of characters, "ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR," each accompanied by a corresponding numeral. Immediately, he recognized it as an alternative system of numerals, one with intricate characters that would be impossible to alter. He couldn't help but exclaim in delight, "With this method for record-keeping, there should be no worry about tampering!"

His expression didn't seem feigned, and Liang Feng nodded in satisfaction. Basic mathematics was reliable, and the fact that he didn't resist due to the inability to alter the ledger indicated that this man wasn't a devious individual. He didn't need a particularly clever accountant, but someone honest and dependable. In this aspect, Zhou Kan had already passed the test.

"In my household, there's an urgent need for someone skilled in mathematics to manage the accounts. I wonder if you have any interest in becoming a guest scholar in my residence?" Liang Feng asked with a smile.

Just like that? Zhou Kan blinked, stammering, "O-of course... No, it's an honor!"

"The accountant needs to assist me with two tasks. The first is to record all the incoming and outgoing goods in the storeroom, ensuring that every transaction is logged accurately."

"I can do that, sir!" Zhou Kan blurted out.

Liang Feng didn't mind his interruption and continued, "The second task is to calculate, based on the estate's crop yields and the needs of its inhabitants, the amount of money and grain required each decade. Also, anticipate any surplus or deficit for the next period, to provide me with reference. This, we can call a 'budget.' It requires careful consideration in all matters before reporting."

This was something new, but Zhou Kan felt it wasn't too challenging. He promptly nodded and said, "I will calculate meticulously and ensure no errors occur."

"Most excellent. As for the monthly stipend, it would be three measures of grain, with lodging and meals provided by the estate. Would that be agreeable to you?" Liang Feng inquired tentatively.

"Certainly! Of course!" Zhou Kan's face flushed with excitement as he bowed his head in gratitude. Three bushels were indeed substantial. His cousins barely received five bushels of chaff a month, and that didn't even include room and board!

Tsk! Liang Feng inwardly cursed. It seemed he had overestimated the salary. He had benchmarked it against Tian Shang's remuneration and the wages of ordinary clerks outside, halving the amount and rounding down further before arriving at this figure. To his surprise, the newcomer didn't even bargain for a better deal but agreed with unbridled enthusiasm. For now, let's put aside the matter of year-end bonuses; he would first observe the new employee's work efficiency.

Beneath his composed smile, Liang Feng inwardly winced with a pang of regret. "After such a tiresome journey by carriage, you should retire for some rest first. Tomorrow, I will have Ah Liang take over the handover with you. The accounts need only be presented to me once a month for review."

"Many thanks, My Lord!" Zhou Kan bowed once more, then withdrew cheerfully, finding it even easier than he had imagined. Could it be that the Lord's amiable countenance towards him was due to his elder sister's influence?

No, Zhou Kan suddenly paused in his steps. Just now, he had lost his composure, but the Lord Lang didn't show any sign of displeasure. Toward someone like him, who came from a humble background and was crude and clumsy, that person hadn't displayed any sense of superiority. That was why, after a few casual exchanges, he had found himself genuinely won over and filled with joy. No wonder Sister had said that Lord Lang treated them very kindly.

A surge of gratitude welled up within Zhou Kan, and he clenched his fists. Since Lord Lang treated him so generously, he must keep a careful account of it all and repay Lord Lang's kindness!

Chapter 38: Bathing in Orchid Fragrance

Just as dawn broke, Liang Feng detected a familiar scent of wormwood. Unlike the refined and mixed fragrance he was accustomed to, this was more like the smoky aroma emitted from burning wormwood directly.

He coughed softly and sat up.

"Lord, did the smoke bother you?" As usual, Yi Yan approached with a warm, moderate tea and handed it to Liang Feng.

After sipping the warm water to soothe his throat, Liang Feng inquired, "What's going on? Is someone burning wormwood?"

"Mm, today is the Bathing in Orchid Festival. Lu Zhu said that she wanted to fumigate the corners of the house to ward off the Five Evils."

"The Bathing in Orchid Festival?" Liang Feng paused for a moment before realizing. Right, today was the fifth day of the fifth month. In this era, May was considered an evil month, and the fifth day was an evil day. Hence, instead of calling it the Dragon Boat Festival, people referred to it as the Bathing in Orchid Festival or Double Fifth. It was customary to bathe in orchid-scented water and burn wormwood to dispel the Five Evils.

Hearing the commotion inside, Lu Zhu hurried in and said, "My lord, are you about to rise? Sister Chao Yu just came by and mentioned that Young Master has already woken up and is waiting in the main hall."

On festive days, the family would naturally gather to enjoy seasonal foods. Therefore, the young one had been waiting in the main hall early in the morning. Liang Feng had no reason to decline; this would be his first time celebrating a festival since arriving in this world.

Glancing at the time outside, Liang Feng smiled at Yi Yan and said, "We'll only train half a day today. Let's give the soldiers the afternoon off so they can reunite with their families and fumigate themselves with wormwood."

The festival's zongzi could not be distributed, for millet and glutinous rice were now rare commodities; even he could not afford to provide a meal of zongzi for the entire village. Perhaps he should tell the kitchen to give some holiday gifts to the supervisors and foremen?

Yi Yan's lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something but then held back. In the end, he said nothing and, after paying his respects, went out to practice. Liang Feng, on the other hand, freshened up and headed to the main hall. Liang Rong was already obediently waiting there, dressed in a tender pink outfit that made him look especially adorable.

"Father," Liang Rong approached immediately upon seeing his father.

Liang Feng took his little hand happily and walked into the hall. "Does Rong'er know what we'll be doing today?"

"Yes! We'll bathe with orchid-scented water, eat zongzi, and wear evil-warding talismans," Liang Rong's bright eyes sparkled with anticipation.

"Would Rong'er like to eat zongzi with Father?" Liang Feng asked with a smile.

"Sure!"

Of course, zongzi referred to the dumplings wrapped in bamboo leaves. But in this era, they weren't all made of glutinous rice; instead, they were yellow millet zongzi, stuffed with deer meat, chestnuts, and a medicinal fruit called 'yizhiren', similar to the meat-filled zongzi in the south, with a unique flavor.

However, Liang Rong was still young, and Liang Feng was frail, so both of them found millet and glutinous rice hard to digest. They only ate a few bites before putting down their chopsticks. There were still many leftover zongzi, which Liang Feng instructed to be given to Ah Liang, Zhou Kan, and a few foremen. After the meal, Chao Yu came over with a tray, bowing as she said, "Master, these are this year's evil-warding talismans. Please wear them to ward off evil spirits, Master, and Little Master."

On the tray were two silk threads dyed in five colors, with pieces of silk painted with images of the sun, moon, and stars. These were items that everyone would wear during the Dragon Boat Festival to protect against military unrest and epidemics, for good luck.

Observing this, Liang Feng waved for Lu Zhu to bring the silk thread over. Turning to face Liang Rong, he said, "Rong'er, would you like your father to tie this protective talisman on you?"

Liang Rong's cheeks flushed as he eagerly held out his hands. Liang Feng wrapped the silk thread around his little arms twice and carefully tied it in place.

Liang Rong stroked the multi-colored thread on his wrist with great tenderness. Suddenly, he looked up and declared, "Rong'er wants to tie one on Father too!"

"Rong'er is so sweet," Liang Feng replied, smiling as he offered his arm.

Despite his small stature and short arms, Liang Rong bound the silk with meticulous care. After securing it, he gently touched it and whispered, "Rong'er wishes for Father not to fall ill this year, and for him to avoid any malicious people."

The little fellow was almost as thoughtful as a cozy sweater. Liang Feng caressed his head and said, "Rong'er must also stay healthy and grow up quickly."

Seeing the father and son adorned with their protective talismans, Chao Yu hesitated before bowing again. "My Lord, I also sewed a Five Poison sachet. If you don't mind..."

Before she could finish, Lu Zhu let out an "Ah" from behind. Liang Feng turned his head. "Lu Zhu, what's wrong?"

Lu Zhu had already lowered her head, speaking softly, "This servant also made a sachet, but my sewing skills are no match for Sister Chao Yu's..."

Her voice was filled with disappointment, as if something precious had been taken from her. Liang Feng couldn't help but smile. "So you've been sewing this all this time. As for sachets, the more, the merrier. With such sincerity, how can I refuse?"

These words made Lu Zhu's face flush red, and she had no choice but to bravely hand over the sachet she had prepared. Both sachets were embroidered with patterns of the Five Evils, but Chao Yu's was exquisitely delicate, with each of the five creatures depicted vividly. In contrast, Lu Zhu clearly hadn't mastered sewing yet; her snake resembled a worm, the centipede was like a caterpillar, the toad was a blob, and forget about the gecko and scorpion, which were much more challenging insects to depict. However, Liang Feng wasn't the type to embarrass girls; he hung both sachets at his waist without hesitation.

This was far more thoughtful than those noble sons who would accept the sachets in public only to discard them in secret. Not to mention a young girl like Lu Zhu, even a woman of Chao Yu's age couldn't help blushing.

With no work to attend to that morning, Liang Feng spent his time teasing his son and reading military books. Just after noon, Yi Yan returned to the main house, surprisingly bringing several zongzi with him.

"Someone else gave you zongzi too?" Liang Feng teased. Could it be that one of the girls on the estate had taken a liking to this boy?

"They were from the soldiers," Yi Yan replied, his expression somewhat grim as he stared fixedly at the sachets hanging at Liang Feng's waist. It wasn't just zongzi; he had received quite a few sachets as well, some soldiers even openly saying they were made by their wives for their lord, praying for safety and asking him to pass them on. Who knew what kind of herbs those servant women might have put in the sachets? Yi Yan didn't hesitate to decline them all.

And now, upon returning home, he saw two sachets hanging at that man's waist. How could this not frustrate Yi Yan? Unable to suppress his impulse any longer, he reached into his chest and pulled out an item, holding it out to Liang Feng. "Lord, I carved this myself. It can ward off evil spirits!"

A thin red string dangled a wheel-shaped pendant adorned with the Five Evils. The five poisonous creatures encircled the circular surface, interconnected. Although the design was simple, the lines were smooth, and the images lifelike, indicating considerable effort had been put into it.

Liang Feng was surprised. "You carved this?"

"My father is a Buddhist statue sculptor, so I've learned a bit about carving," Yi Yan said expressionlessly, but his hands had already clenched nervously, fearing that his creation might be deemed crude and rejected by his lord. He had actually regretted his decision since the morning. His lord never wore wooden ornaments; only gold, jade, or precious stones were worthy of his flawless appearance. This wooden trinket was simply too humble.

Yet, after only a moment's hesitation, he saw two sachets hanging at the other's waist. If he couldn't give his own gift, he might not sleep a wink tonight!

Noticing Yi Yan's silent tension, Liang Feng smiled and reached out to take the bracelet, wearing it effortlessly. "Is this sandalwood? You've put in so much effort, I really like it."

The wood was exquisitely smooth, without a single splinter, a testament to how long it had been polished by hand to achieve such suppleness. Liang Feng had no reason to decline such a thoughtful gift.

Yi Yan's ears tinged with red as he awkwardly nodded. Just then, Lu Zhu entered. "My lord, the herbal bath is ready. It's time to cleanse away misfortune!"

Liang Feng stood up with a smile. "Is it already noon? Wait a moment, let's try the rice dumplings you brought back later."

With that, he headed for the bathroom. Yi Yan hesitated for a moment before following. The bathroom was already filled with steam, with a large bathtub concealed behind a screen. Under Lu Zhu's assistance, Liang Feng removed his outer garment and stepped into the tub. The subtle fragrance of orchids wafted towards him, the warm water soothing, lulling him into drowsiness. Seeing Yi Yan approach, Liang Feng yawned playfully. "Lu Zhu, is there more of the herbal bath? Prepare some for Yi Yan too..."

Yi Yan immediately replied, "No need!"

Lu Zhu whispered, "My lord, don't worry. We'll boil some wormwood soup to wash our hands and feet."

Upon hearing this, Liang Feng didn't press further, leaning gently against the edge of the tub as he allowed Lu Zhu to comb through his long hair. Yi Yan stood outside the door, watching the scene unfold. He had already shed his clothes, discarding his sachet as well. However, the slender wrist resting on the side of the tub still wore the wooden ornament he had just given. Strangely, Yi Yan didn't find solace in this; instead, his anxiety grew, as if something was clawing at his chest. After much restraint, he finally tore his gaze away, unwilling to look at the figure half-reclining in the tub.

Liang Feng, being weak, couldn't stay in the water for long. After a brief soak, he got out, wrapping himself in a robe. Lying on a soft couch outside, Lu Zhu dried his hair. Yi Yan quietly approached the bathtub, dipping his hand into the water, releasing a faint scent that lingered in his nostrils. His throat moved as he clenched his damp fingers in his palm, then left the room.

*

"Doctor Jiang, my leg is completely healed?" A soldier stroked his calf with a face beaming with joy. Previously, he had been unfortunate enough to be ambushed by an enemy soldier in the heat of battle, resulting in a leg injury. The wound was so deep that he thought he would lose his leg. To his amazement, after the doctor's treatment, it had scabbed over and was on its way to recovery, much to his delight.

"Indeed, the new flesh has grown back. For the next couple of days, avoid touching the scab to prevent infection," Jiang Da replied with a smile.

"Thank you so much, Doctor Jiang!" The soldier couldn't help but express his gratitude once more.

In the past two days, Jiang Da had gradually become accustomed to being called "Doctor." In reality, the position of "Doctor" didn't exist in the Bureau of Finance; instead, they had "Medical Workers." It was Liang Feng who had inadvertently coined this term, perhaps drawing inspiration from the concept of "a healer preserving life." Eventually, the servants picked up on it. Jiang Da didn't particularly dislike the title. Although treating these people had taken considerable effort, the rewards were substantial.

Firstly, there was the so-called "sterilization." Perhaps influenced by the notion of infectious substances, Liang Feng was highly concerned about dirt and rust. When soldiers were injured, their wounds were meticulously cleaned, and then treated with concentrated saltwater. The pain of salt on open flesh was excruciating, but strangely, this simple measure seemed to genuinely reduce the likelihood of infection. Salt might be expensive, but trading it for lives was a worthwhile exchange.

Secondly, there was the "quarantine" for refugees. These displaced people were often carriers of various diseases, causing widespread harm wherever they went. However, by employing this method, Liang Feng effectively controlled the spread of illness. Those showing signs of sickness were isolated, eating and drinking alone under the watch of doctors. If their symptoms subsided, they were allowed to return. If they actually fell ill, efforts were made to save them; if not, their bodies were promptly dealt with.

Such seemingly harsh measures had saved all eighty-odd refugees, a remarkable feat! If such procedures were implemented during a major outbreak in the city, wouldn't it control the pandemic quickly?

These lessons were etched in Jiang Da's memory. While Liang Zixi might have acted unintentionally, these strategies were genuine solutions for provincial governors and county officials. However, how many still cared about such mundane administrative matters?

Aside from these experiences, Jiang Da's knowledge and expertise had also grown significantly. With so many people on the estate and numerous refugees, he was the sole physician. As a descendant of the Jiang family's medical lineage, he had previously treated wealthy officials whose illnesses were rather ordinary. But these rural folk were different. In just half a month, Jiang Da had encountered almost every type of ailment.

Only now did he understand why Zhang Changsha had provided free medical consultations. By interacting with as many commoners as possible, one could witness a wider range of illnesses and try out different diagnostic methods. During this period, his medical skills had progressed rapidly, as if he had caught a glimpse of the path to mastery. If he continued providing more free consultations, would he eventually be capable of writing a medical text like the "Treatise on Miscellaneous Diseases"?

Exiting the makeshift shelter amidst the displaced masses, Jiang Da walked in deep thought, reflecting on the day's revelations. Just as he reached the entrance of his secluded courtyard, a figure hurried forth, vocally addressing him, "Young Master Da!"

Jiang Da was startled. Wasn't this the servant boy he had dispatched to deliver a message? Why had it taken so long for him to return?

The servant didn't pause in his stride, instead collapsing at Jiang Da's feet, "Young Master Da, disaster has struck! An epidemic has emerged in Jinyang City!"

Chapter 39: The Great Epidemic

"What? Five more households in the west of the city have been infected with typhoid? Isn't that where the barbarian market is?" Wang Wen's face paled at the news. This year's epidemic had come far too early. It was only May, so how could there already be news of an outbreak?

"Two weeks ago, people in the outskirts of the city began falling ill one after another. This time, it seems the infection spread to nearby merchants, causing a sudden surge in cases," Dr. Jiang was much calmer than Wang Wen.

"What can we do now? Is it still possible to leave Jinyang?" Every summer, these noble families would retreat to their mountain villas to escape the heat and avoid potential epidemics. However, with this year's outbreak occurring so soon, not just Wang Wen, but most of the high-ranking families in Jinyang were trapped within the city.

"If everyone rushes to leave Jinyang, they might encounter the disease on the way. Besides, there are many refugees this year. If we run into them, wouldn't it be impossible to guard against it?" Dr. Jiang promptly dismissed the idea. "Our only option now is for everyone to work together to prevent the epidemic!"

"But this is typhoid. Who can truly protect against it?" Wang Wen shook his head repeatedly. Even as a member of the prestigious Jinyang Wang family, several of his closest relatives had died from typhoid. If it were truly preventable, why would taking cold medicine have become such a widespread practice?

"If it couldn't be prevented, then why would Buddha appear in a dream? Why did Zongzheng encounter Liang Zixi, and why did he call upon me to treat him? Isn't this precisely what the Buddhists refer to as 'karma'?" Dr. Jiang threw caution to the wind and invoked the notion of Buddha's appearance in a dream.

Upon hearing this, Wang Wen froze. Yes, why did it have to be him who encountered Liang Feng? Could Buddha have foreseen Jinyang's plight and sent him to resolve it? Wouldn't ignoring Dr. Jiang's words and fleeing the city right now be a waste of this rare opportunity, a connection with the divine?

Gritting his teeth, Wang Wen finally nodded. "If that's the case, I'll follow Elder Jiang's advice and see how we can prevent this typhoid..."

Dr. Jiang immediately sighed in relief. "Don't panic, Zongzheng. I've already sent someone to summon Ji'en. He has spent the most time with Liang Zixi and understands the warnings from Buddha's dream. He must have a solution. For now, we should organize teams to control the affected neighborhoods. We must also publicize the fact that rats and mosquitoes spread the disease, so the people can take precautions and hopefully slow its spread."

"All according to Elder Jiang's wishes! I'll do my best to lend assistance!" Wang Wen promptly responded. "Quick, someone! Light the wormwood incense and prepare the writing materials. I'll personally deliver the letter and address Lord of Eastern Japan!"

*

"Zixi, there's an outbreak in Jinyang City. Both my grandfather and father have gone there, and I must follow…" With a look of guilt, Jiang Da barely dared to meet Liang Feng's eyes. He had promised to help Liang Zixi regain his health, but now that he had learned about disease prevention, he was leaving his friend behind, causing him great shame.

Unexpectedly, the one he thought would be angry replied swiftly, "A healer's duty is like putting out a fire; Ji'en should rush to Jinyang without delay! The effects of the medicinal pill on me have worn off, and all that remains is to take the prescribed medicine on time. It's nothing serious. But you must be cautious when traveling through the infected area and avoid contracting any illness."

Warmth filled Jiang Da's chest. "Thank you for your concern, Zixi! If this journey is successful, the epidemic prevention methods you've taught me will save countless lives!"

"I hope so!" During these days, he had indeed shared numerous theories on disease prevention with Jiang Da, hoping they could be applied in this era. Liang Feng pondered and picked up a letter from the table. "Here, I've copied over a dozen chapters of the Diamond Sutra. Take them to Jinyang and give them to Wang Zhongzheng. With these scriptures, he'll surely aid in preventing the disease. Ah Liang, hurry and prepare a swift horse for Doctor Jiang."

Jiang Da's eyes glistened with gratitude. Carefully taking the letter, he tucked it close to his body and bowed deeply. "Your noble intentions, Zixi! I won't let you down!"

With that, he rose and walked towards the door.

Lu Zhu's face paled. "My lord, why send Doctor Jiang away? If the fever spreads here, wouldn't it be terrible without a doctor in the residence?"

"The infected area is in Jinyang, far from us. But without medical attention, it'll endanger the surrounding areas. Doctor Jiang is doing a good deed, saving not only them but also ourselves."

Liang Feng understood the gravity of the situation: it was not yet high summer, and yet the plague had already emerged. If it spread uncontrollably, it would truly become a scene of corpses littering the ground. The fact that the Jiang family could venture into the infected area to prevent the disease from spreading was a selfless act of righteousness. Of course, they should lend their full support in such times, rather than hinder progress for personal gain.

Lu Zhu bit her lip. "Then I'll burn even more wormwood and pray to Buddha every day for his protection!"

Liang Feng smiled but didn't reply. He hoped that the plague could be contained this time. If there was a successful example, with the government implementing quarantine measures, it would be a great blessing for the common people.

**

The horse Liang's family had sent was indeed excellent. Despite traveling day and night, Jiang Da arrived at Jinyang City in just four days. The once bustling streets were now deserted, with passersby covered in thick cloth masks, hurrying along. Without lingering on the streets, Jiang Da rode straight to his grandfather's temporary residence in the western outskirts of the city.

This was the medical clinic Wang Wen had specially provided for the Jiang family. Upon entering, the pungent aroma of wormwood filled his nostrils. Jiang Da wrinkled his nose but paid it no mind, quickly making his way to the main courtyard. Along the way, he saw several men in long hemp robes and brown cloth masks carrying wooden buckets, heading outwards. The distinct smell of lime water emanated from the buckets. These must be the servants tasked with sprinkling lime water, Jiang Da thought, relieved. His grandfather had indeed read his letter and prioritized disinfection.

After navigating through a few corridors, a spacious courtyard came into view. Piles of medicinal herbs were stacked in one corner, while several medical workers bustled about, sorting them. The overpowering scent of medicinal soup drowned out the smells of wormwood and lime water, but Jiang Da was unconcerned. He had spotted the elderly figure standing in the center of the courtyard, directing the servants. At first glance, tears welled up in Jiang Da's eyes.

In the half-month since they last met, his grandfather's once-straight back had stooped, his rosy complexion replaced by a sallow, wrinkled one, a clear sign of overexertion. Without hesitation, Jiang Da hastened forward, supporting the old man's arm, his voice choked with emotion. "Grandfather, I've come too late."

"Never too late!" A look of joy appeared on Doctor Jiang's face. "We're organizing people to sprinkle lime water here. Everyone is dressed in hemp clothes and wearing masks, and so far, not a single person has been infected with typhus! Liang Zixi's method works!"

Jiang Da immediately wiped away his tears with his sleeve and spoke seriously. "I believe merely sprinkling lime water isn't enough. We also need to isolate the patients to stop the epidemic from spreading further."

"What do you mean by isolation?" Doctor Jiang couldn't help but ask.

"Send guards to monitor the infected neighborhoods. Have families stay indoors and limit their outings. Establish medical clinics to accommodate the sick and have doctors attend to them. If they recover, they can return home. If not, the bodies must be dealt with promptly."

"But isn't that against filial piety?" Doctor Jiang frowned.

"Filial piety comes in both life and death. Without precautions, one person's illness could become an entire family's, a neighborhood's, or even a city's outbreak, and it will be hard to contain!"

Given his expertise in fevers, Doctor Jiang was well aware of the terror of infectious diseases. After some careful thought, he made up his mind. "I'll go see Wang Zhongzheng immediately to see if he can allocate space for the patients. Da'er, come with me..."

Jiang Da nodded promptly and pulled out a letter from his chest. "This is a scripture from Liang Zixi. He said that presenting it to Wang Zhongzheng would prompt him to aid us in preventing the epidemic."

"Another scripture?" Doctor Jiang couldn't help but be moved. Previously, he had used the notion of Buddha entering dreams to provoke Wang Wen, only to find out that Liang Feng had also supported this narrative. If there wasn't a genuine desire to save lives, why go through all these troubles?

"Excellent! Cheng, quickly fetch the horses!"

*

"What? You want to separate the infected from their families?" Upon hearing Doctor Jiang's suggestion, Wang Wen immediately shook his head. "That won't do. How can we tear families apart? In such critical conditions, how can they manage without care?"

At the time, there was also a similar rule in the court: if three family members of an official were inflicted with a contagious illness, even if the official himself remained uninfected, he would be prohibited from entering the palace for one hundred days. This rule had always been criticized. Moreover, it was utterly immoral to separate the sick from their loved ones!

Doctor Jiang replied, "It's not that they will lack care; specialized attendants will be assigned to look after them. These individuals are well-versed in epidemic prevention, which significantly reduces the chance of infection and controls the spread of the disease."

"But in the end, they won't have their families by their side, which goes against filial piety. Duke of Dongying definitely wouldn't approve of this!" Wang Wen had previously written to Si Mateng to inform him about the epidemic prevention.

Si Mateng, who had close ties with the Wang family, didn't object to the prevention measures since Bing Prefecture fell under his jurisdiction. Besides, there were many prominent families in Jinyang, and upon hearing of a method to prevent typhoid from spreading, many of them approached Wang Wen for advice. To repay their favors, these elite families offered some medicinal supplies and manpower for the prevention efforts. Thus, Doctor Jiang's separate residence could be established promptly.

However, epidemic prevention was one thing, but isolation was another significant matter. Filial piety was the most esteemed moral principle in the state. If family members were separated from the sick, preventing them from attending to their loved ones, it would undoubtedly lead to harsh criticism and a tainted reputation. This was something Wang Wen couldn't tolerate.

After exchanging glances with his grandfather, Jiang Da took out Liang Feng's letter from his bosom and respectfully handed it over. "Prime Minister Wang, this is the scripture from Liang Zixi's new book. Before I left the Liang residence, he exhorted me to deliver it to you. He was the one who initially pointed out the isolation method. He once said that saving lives is like putting out a fire; if we don't dismantle houses to contain the flames, won't the entire neighborhood be reduced to ashes? I hope Prime Minister Wang will give this serious thought!"

Wang Wen was taken aback by these words. Of course, he knew that to extinguish a fire, houses near the site needed to be demolished to prevent the flames from spreading further. However, he had never considered that the same principle applied to epidemic prevention! As he gazed at the elegant script on the paper, he couldn't help feeling hesitant. Should he advise the emperor based on Liang Zixi's suggestion or remain silent?

Seeing Wang Wen's wavering, Jiang Da hastily added, "Actually, relatives of the patients can be recruited to attend to them. If there are filial and virtuous descendants willing to take care of the sick, they can be admitted to the isolation area. In this way, they can tend to their loved ones while assisting other patients. Wouldn't this fulfill filial piety and also accumulate virtue?"

"A fine idea," Wang Wen's furrowed brow gradually eased. "But where should we isolate the patients?"

"Perhaps set aside a quarter or find a large mansion?" suggested Doctor Jiang. "With frequent disinfection, the premises won't retain any infectious substances, but it must be spacious enough."

Wang Wen hesitated for a moment before suddenly saying, "Perhaps I can borrow the monk's quarters at Huai En Temple in the west of the city."

Huai En Temple was a grand temple in Jinyang, and there were many Huns in Bing Prefecture, so Buddhism flourished, resulting in a large-scale temple. Wang Wen often made offerings at the temple. If the monk's quarters could be used as a medical clinic, more people would probably be willing to seek treatment.

Jiang Da's eyes lit up. "That would be even better! The epidemic was pointed out by Buddha, so if we can borrow the monk's quarters, wouldn't that align with the divine will? Moreover, when monks pass away, they are usually cremated. If someone were to die from the disease, we could also use the name of Buddha to cremate their bodies and belongings, making it easier to control the spread of the plague!"

"That would be excellent." After realizing that everything seemed to have a connection to Buddhism, Wang Wen finally stopped refusing and made a decision, slapping the table. "The two of you should quickly draft a plan for Duke Ise to review. If we can truly prevent the great plague, then this enlightenment from Buddha won't be in vain."

The Jiang family exchanged glances, both relieved. Although they didn't have much faith in Buddhism, they didn't mind using its name if it could save lives. They could only hope that more lives could be saved this time...

*

In the spacious monk's quarters, sandalwood incense wafted through the air. A kind-looking old monk lowered his eyelids, studying the scripture before him. Although it wasn't complete, every word was profound. He had heard similar verses from a Western Region monk in his youth, but they were in Sanskrit, not Chinese.

For a young man who had never left the Central Plains to recite such a scripture silently was truly inconceivable. After a moment of silence, he asked, "Did donor Liang have a dream about a garden that was half gold and half soil?"

Wang Wen was slightly surprised. "There really is such a garden?"

"That would be the Jeta Grove. It originally belonged to Prince Jeta of the Kingdom of Sravasti, but it was later purchased by the Elder Anathapindika to welcome Buddha. Prince Jeta proposed paving the ground with gold, so Elder Anathapindika spent all his wealth to do so, eventually enlightening Prince Jeta. The two jointly built the garden and offered it to Buddha. That's why it's called the Jeta Grove, or the Grove of Anathapindika."

The old monk traced the delicate characters on the first chapter of the sutra with his fingertip. Such a story didn't exist within religious texts, yet someone could depict it with perfect accuracy. Even he wouldn't dare to outright deny the tale of Buddha entering a dream.

After a moment, he continued, "I wonder if Venerable Liang's so-called antidote truly works?"

"As Doctor Jiang mentioned, none of the laborers who sprinkled lime water in the epidemic area were infected with typhus. I've also reported this to Lord Eastern Japan, who strongly supports the method and has promised to provide funds and grain. If the disease can indeed be contained, there will be generous rewards! The only issue is that it's difficult to find suitable medical quarters for quarantine..." Wang Wen gritted his teeth. "If Abbot is willing to lend us the temple rooms, I'm willing to offer three hundred thousand coins to restore Buddha's golden image!"

To his surprise, the old monk shook his head. "Since this matter was inspired by Buddha, this poor monk should facilitate it."

Hearing this, Wang Wen couldn't help but feel overjoyed. He clasped his hands together and said, "Thank you, Abbot, for your compassion! Tomorrow, Doctor Jiang will bring people to the temple to clean the monks' quarters and tidy up the dwellings. This act of kindness will surely save countless lives!"

The old monk nodded slightly. "This is the merit of this poor monk and the karmic connection of our temple. Thank you, Venerable Wang, for your kindness."

With gratitude acknowledging gratitude, their brief exchange held profound Buddhist teachings. How could Wang Wen doubt now? Filled with joy, he bowed once more before reluctantly parting ways and leaving Huai En Temple.

After the guest left, a monk who had been sitting behind the old monk frowned. "Master, if we use the monk's quarters as a makeshift infirmary, what will we do if the other monks contract the disease?"

"If one fears death, why pursue the path of Buddhism?" the old monk said calmly. "Since this matter was brought about by the Buddha's enlightenment, we should go with the flow. If we can indeed prevent the plague, the number of believers in Bing Prefecture will surely increase. That is true karmic connection!"

The disciple was enlightened. Although Buddhism flourished in Bing Prefecture, most believers were still Huns. The noble families followed Old Zhuang, and the Celestial Master's Dao had many adherents. If they could use plague prevention as an opportunity to spread Buddhism, the number of believers would surge. Even the Duke of Eastern Japan might start to revere Buddhism. How could they miss such a golden opportunity?

A hint of excitement appeared on his face as he clasped his hands together and said, "This disciple will cooperate wholeheartedly and propagate the name of Buddha."

"Very well, you may go," the old monk's gaze fell once more onto the scripture before him.

Chapter 40 - Branches Abound

"Kiln Master, we can open the kiln!" After a night had passed, the kiln's temperature had finally cooled down. The experienced potter felt the outer wall and told Jiang Jiaotou.

"Open it! Be careful not to let the heat rush out." Jiang Jiaotou gritted his teeth and waved his hand forcefully. A few potters immediately went over and cautiously dug away the sealed kiln door with wooden shovels.

Standing outside, Jiang Jiaotou rubbed his palms impatiently. This time, they must succeed in firing the porcelain! The paper mill had sent news that they had successfully created new paper, while the wood and iron mills were also busy rewarding their workers. Only his pottery mill had been struggling for more than a month without being able to fire new porcelain!

Because of this, Jiang Jiaotou's hair was almost completely white from worry. Although the bellows were great, controlling the heat was difficult. He had rebuilt the kiln entrance twice and put in a lot of effort researching how to add fuel and seal the kiln. They had fired one kiln after another, wasting porcelain. Fortunately, there was currently a lot of work at the wood mill, so they could gather firewood. Otherwise, just chopping wood would have worn them out!

Now that he believed he had done everything he could, surely the heavens would show their favor this time when they opened the kiln?

The potters worked quickly, and soon, the kiln door was dug open, releasing a blast of hot air. Jiang Jiaotou shouted, "Scatter! Everyone, scatter! Let the kiln cool down!"

Everyone stood around the kiln, watching as the heat dissipated before they rushed forward to continue digging. Once the kiln door, which was as tall as half a person, was fully exposed, Jiang Jiaotou couldn't hold back anymore. Pushing past everyone, he slithered into the kiln.

After a long moment, laughter suddenly echoed from within. "Hahaha! It's a success! It's a success!"

The crowd outside erupted. Jiang Jiaotou, covered in dust, emerged from the kiln, cradling an object like it was his grandchild. Who dared approach him now? A nervous potter asked, "Kiln Master, did it really succeed?!"

"Success! This is definitely porcelain! Quickly summon Ni'er, and let's go see Lord Lang together!" Jiang Da, the head craftsman, stood tall and exclaimed with exhilaration. This time, his pottery workshop would finally gain recognition before Lord Lang!

*

Flipping through the letters on his desk, Liang Feng exhaled deeply. The situation in Jinyang was much better than he had anticipated.

Ever since Jiang Da went to Jinyang, he dispatched messengers to send letters every five days, specifically updating Liang Feng on the city's affairs. Now, a medical clinic had been established, and over a dozen doctors had joined the effort to combat the epidemic. This was all thanks to Wang Wen's borrowed monk quarters and the active cooperation of Huai En Temple.

The epidemic prevention was initially disguised as a dream from Buddha, but with the participation of the monks, it lent credence to this claim. More citizens were willing to seek treatment at the clinic. Those noble families who refused to enter the clinic also visited the temple to inquire about the monks' methods for preventing the disease. Thus, the idea of epidemic prevention gradually spread throughout the city.

Although Jinyang was the provincial capital, it was not as bustling as Luoyang or Ye City, with a relatively low population density. This made it possible to control the epidemic once a majority of the people became aware of precautions.

And this was largely due to the Jiang family's presence in Jinyang.

After carefully reading Jiang Da's letter twice, Liang Feng took out a sheet of paper and began writing. He knew he wasn't trained in medicine and never meddled in specific matters. However, offering advice was acceptable. For instance, wasn't this an excellent opportunity to gather case studies and summarize experiences with the help of those dozen doctors?

Having written countless case reports and participated in numerous discussions, Liang Feng understood the importance of summarizing experience. With Doctor Jiang, a direct disciple of Wang Xi, overseeing the situation, they might actually achieve some results. After deliberating over the letter, Liang Feng hastily arranged the scriptures on his desk, including the remaining chapters of the "Diamond Sutra" along with the letter.

It was not the time to keep secrets. Since the monks were involved in epidemic prevention, they would likely come across the "Diamond Sutra." Rather than teasing them, it was better to reveal everything to reinforce their efforts. It would also serve as a gesture of gratitude to Wang Wen for his strong support.

After double-checking the letter, Liang Feng said, "Give this to the messenger and have him send it to Jinyang as quickly as possible."

Lu Zhu did not dare to delay and delivered the letter. A moment later, she returned, "Lord, Master Jiang is requesting an audience."

"Oh? Invite him in right away!" Liang Feng sat up straight with excitement.

Just a few days ago, the paper mill had successfully produced its first batch of new paper, which was of quite good quality. Although it was still far from the xuan paper of later times, it had a delicate texture and pure white color, comparable to the Zuo Bo paper currently used by the Liang household. However, Liang Feng did not immediately increase production or use it for writing scriptures. Instead, he asked Liu Mutou to add some hibiscus or mint juice, depending on the seasonal ingredients, to create decorative paper.

In this era, when visiting someone's home, one needed to present a name slip, similar to a modern-day business card. Most name slips were still made of wood, like the one the Imperial Physician Jiang had given him before. If they could produce colorful decorative paper for name slips, it would surely attract attention. Paper was different from other luxury items; without sufficient novelty, it might be difficult to sell. Establishing a reputation was crucial first.

But porcelain was another story. As long as the quality was outstanding, anyone could appreciate its beauty – a transcendent aesthetic that crossed borders and ethnicities. It was so powerful that foreigners named China after the porcelain it produced ("China"). If they could create exquisite porcelain, there would be no worry about finding buyers!

Soon, the Jiang father and son entered, with the elder Jiang clearly agitated. He hurried to the desk, knelt down with a thud, and raised an object high while loudly reporting, "Lord! The pottery workshop has produced its first porcelain piece. Please have a look!"

"Show it to me."

Lu Zhu promptly placed the porcelain item before Liang Feng. It was a simple bowl-shaped vessel, dark greenish-black in color, but with a smooth surface that displayed the unique glaze of porcelain. However, upon first sight, Liang Feng furrowed his brow. Picking up the bowl, he examined it carefully and asked, "Is this porcelain?"

Startled by the question, the elder Jiang stammered, "I-I-t's porcelain... Lord, please look at the glaze..."

Liang Feng, however, shook his head. "The quality is too poor!"

After all, he had spent half his life using porcelain cups and bowls. The old man still possessed several precious pieces from the Ding Kiln, so Liang Feng was no stranger to exquisite ceramics. With just a glance and a touch, he could tell that something was amiss. This porcelain was far too rough. Ignoring the difference between imperial and civilian kilns, it wasn't even as refined as ordinary daily-use utensils. The glaze was far from smooth, with visible pits and blemishes. It resembled the crude porcelain bowls of later generations, clearly not high-end merchandise. It might deceive those who didn't know any better, but if presented to an influential family, it would only invite ridicule.

Without explaining to Master Jiang, Liang Feng said to Lu Zhu, "Fetch that Yue Kiln teacup."

Lu Zhu took his orders and soon returned with a small celadon teacup. Liang Feng took the cup, running his fingertip over its smooth glaze, then gestured for Lu Zhu to pass it to Master Jiang. "This is what one would call fine porcelain."

By now, beads of sweat had formed on Master Jiang's forehead. He received the teacup gingerly. The moment he touched it, his expression fell. How could such a texture, like solidified sheep fat, be achieved through firing? Had he been completely off the mark, still revolving around pottery instead of porcelain?

His lips moved, but in the end, not a single word escaped him. Jiang Ni, following behind, drew a deep breath and said, "Lord Lang, Taofang might not be capable of producing such fine porcelain, but the pottery from the kiln would surely sell! I swear my life on it!"

Liang Feng didn't doubt Jiang Ni's words. Since porcelain was not yet widespread in this era, even low-quality pieces should have buyers. However, that wasn't his goal, so where did the problem lie?

Glancing again at the rough earthenware bowl, he suddenly said, "Give me that celadon cup."

Lu Zhu quickly took the porcelain cup and handed it to Liang Feng. To everyone's surprise, instead of placing it on the table, he raised his hand and smashed it onto the ground.

With a loud crack, the cup shattered into pieces, causing all three people in the room to gasp. Seeing Liang Feng bend down to pick up the shards, Lu Zhu rushed over. "My lord, put it down quickly! Don't hurt yourself!"

"No problem." Liang Feng had already picked up the broken porcelain and examined the edge of the fracture before suddenly asking, "What color is the clay you use?"

"It's brown clay and yellow clay..." River Head Craftsman was dumbfounded by how such a fine porcelain cup could be smashed so easily. He mumbled his reply in a daze.

"Try using grayish-white clay next time. Or search around to see if there's any usable white clay. Look at this break; regardless of the glaze on the outer layer, the body of the porcelain is light blue. It seems that the clay used for porcelain might differ from the clay used for pottery."

This was something Liang Feng had just thought of. In his memory, the body of porcelain was always white, regardless of the patterns on its surface. The clay molds shown on television were also grayish-white. Not to mention Jingdezhen, the porcelain capital, which had developed a massive industry due to the local production of porcelain clay.

If one followed this line of reasoning, it wouldn't be difficult to deduce that porcelain clay and pottery clay were two different things. Liang Feng wasn't sure if there was porcelain clay in the nearby mountains, but if they continued to use pottery methods with pottery clay, they would never create true porcelain in their lifetime.

River Head Craftsman was stunned for a moment before he hesitantly said, "White clay? I remember seeing white stones occasionally when digging for pottery clay. I wonder if that's what Lord Lang is referring to as porcelain clay..."

"First, take a small amount and crush it to make clay slabs for firing. There are many mountains nearby, so there should be various types of soil. Try out several formulas and first figure out the proportion. If all else fails, use ordinary pottery clay as the base and white clay as the glaze," Liang Feng suggested.

"This... I'm not sure how much firewood and resources will be needed."

"Don't worry about it. The manor doesn't need pottery right now, so focus on studying porcelain-making. Think more, experiment more. If someone in the workshop can be the first to create good porcelain, I'll reward them with ten thousand coins!"

River Head Craftsman felt dizzy from the sudden turn of events. What had happened today was beyond his expectations. He had thought that he had created porcelain, but Lord Lang had scolded it as inferior and even smashed an invaluable, exquisite celadon. Now, there was talk of porcelain clay and rewards – it was simply overwhelming!

Jiang Ni was quicker to react, promptly pushing his father. Only then did Jiang Jiaotou exclaim, "Ah," before bowing deeply. "This lowly one will surely not disappoint Lord Lang's high expectations!"

Though Jiang Jiaotou had been slow to respond, he was by no means foolish. For Lord Lang to invest so much effort and place such great hopes on them was something he would never have dared to dream of in the past. To have encountered such a lord, he must give his all to repay this favor. Not to mention the new paper mill that had just appeared, threatening their position. He could not bear the thought of becoming the most wretched of the four workshops overnight!

Observing Jiang Jiaotou's lowered head, Liang Feng nodded slightly. His gaze then shifted to the young man kneeling behind Jiang Jiaotou. "You mentioned that these coarse ceramics can also be sold?"

Jiang Ni paused for a moment before vigorously nodding. "Yes, they can!"

"In that case, let's produce a batch of coarse ceramics and see how they sell," Liang Feng said with a smile.

Lately, he had been taking in refugees, hiring people, and doling out rewards, constantly parting with money. It was high time to earn some extra income.

Chapter 41: New Fruit

Passing through the bustling horse market and bypassing two grain shops, Jiang Ni entered the narrow storefront at the end of the alley. Unlike other shops that displayed their wares all over the place, this one had erected two rows of shelves showcasing various ceramics, creating a clean, tidy, and visually appealing scene, as if saying, "good things come in small packages."

Upon seeing the visitor, the Hun man sitting on a mat wiping pottery bowls didn't rise to greet him but merely lifted his eyelids. "Ah Ni, didn't I tell you last time? I'm not accepting any more ceramics."

Unfazed by the cold reception, Jiang Ni maintained his smile as he walked up to the man. "Who said I was selling ceramics? Would this catch your eye?"

He gently placed a wooden box in front of the man. Startled by the gesture, the Hun put down the pottery bowl and opened the box. As he realized what was inside, his eyes lit up. "Porcelain? Where did you get porcelain from?"

In truth, Jiang Ni was somewhat apprehensive. The master of the kiln had previously dismissed the new porcelain as worthless, leaving him worried that his lowly status might have prevented him from knowing the current market value. Now, it seemed that it wasn't his limited knowledge but the master's high standards. As long as someone desired the item, everything would be fine.

Sitting down with a smile in front of the man, Jiang Ni said, "You don't need to worry about where it came from. Will you take it or not?"

"Take it!" Tahui immediately replied. This was porcelain, something that would always sell as long as there was a supply! The nobles in the Great Tent were increasingly fond of using Han goods, and porcelain was one of them. Moreover, it was much more sought after than other luxury items!

With his mind at ease, Jiang Ni composed himself and smiled. "I have nine pieces. There are plates, bowls, vases, and even a porcelain teapot. They can't be sold separately."

Tahui cared little for this condition; in fact, he wished he could buy all the porcelain in one go! He promptly put on a grin. "Of course, we've had a long-standing relationship! How about I give you twenty thousand coins for all nine pieces?"

Jiang Ni firmly shook his head. "I don't want money; I only want grain. Thirty bushels of wheat will do!"

"How can that be? The current price of wheat is 1,300 coins per bushel – far too expensive! I can't afford it!"

Without another word, Jiang Ni closed the lid of the box, attempting to retrieve his goods. Tahui panicked and pressed down on the other's hand, forcing a smile. "Ah Ni, we've known each other for so long. Your porcelain may be exquisite, but its design is plain, and I doubt anyone in the city would even give it a second glance. It wouldn't fetch a high price. Thirty bushels of wheat would put me at a loss! The most I can offer is fifteen... no, sixteen bushels!"

"What difference does that make from giving money?" Jiang Ni remained steadfast. "It's because of our friendship that I came to you first. This price could be offered by any shop! This is brand new porcelain!"

Tahui's heart skipped a beat. He knew all too well how rare porcelain was. Who knew if this young man named Jiang could procure more excellent pieces in the future? Passing up on this opportunity would sting. After a moment's consideration, he gritted his teeth. "Twenty bushels! That's my final offer!"

Observing the fuming Hun before him, Jiang Ni pondered for a moment before saying slowly, "Twenty bushels are acceptable, but I'll need six horses added to the deal."

"You..." Tahui seemed ready to leap out of his seat. "Six horses cost over ten thousand coins! How can that work?"

But Jiang Ni was unperturbed by his agitation. "I know you're in the service of someone important. Six horses aren't worth that much to your people, are they? And with the severe drought this year, it's difficult to keep them fed anyway. You might as well throw them in."

Upon hearing this, Tahui immediately calmed down. After a pause, he said, "I want to see the other porcelain pieces first!"

Jiang Ni raised his voice. "Yi Yan!"

A young man entered, drawing back the hanging curtain. Upon seeing the newcomer, Tahui couldn't help but hold his breath. This person was a warrior! Tahui, being a Hun himself, had keen eyes, yet few could possess such an upright posture and sharp gaze, apart from those valiant men under the noble's command. And this man was still so young!

The youth ignored Tahui's gaze, walked to the side of the mat, and placed the boxes he carried on the ground. Seeing the boxes, Tahui immediately pushed aside all other thoughts and eagerly opened the wooden cases, inspecting their contents one by one. As Jiang Ni had said, the porcelain pieces formed a complete set, with harmonious colors and elegant shapes. If presented together to the noble, their worth would far surpass ten thousand coins!

Moreover, the existence of such a complete set indicated that Jiang Ni likely possessed more porcelain! If they could continue trading for a long time, the profit would be substantial. Taking a deep breath, Tahui finally nodded. "Twenty bushels of wheat, six horses – deal! But I have a condition: if you come across such goods again, you must bring them to me first!"

Jiang Ni's apprehension dissipated; it seemed he hadn't chosen the wrong trading partner. Had he dealt with a Han merchant, the price might have been negotiated further, but Huns had horses, making this offer reasonable.

Wearing a warm smile, he replied, "We've known each other for a while, so naturally, I'll bring good merchandise to you first. When can the grain and horses be delivered?"

"Today afternoon!" Tahui hesitated before asking, "Just like that, we take them back?"

These were twenty bushels of grain – a considerable fortune to many bandits. Were they planning to transport them openly?

Jiang Ni chuckled. "Don't worry, there will be an escort."

Looking at the young man standing behind Jiang Ni, Tahui understood. This must be the escort for the provisions. He wondered where Jiang Ni had found such a capable person. However, he didn't inquire further, instead instructing his servants to serve tea to both guests before rushing out the door.

Yi Yan was unaware of the details, only glancing at the wooden boxes. "These items are worth twenty bushels of grain?"

"How could it not be worth it?" Jiang Ni whispered. "When the kiln produces even better pieces, they can be valued at tens of thousands."

Yi Yan didn't respond. He swept his gaze around the room, then lifted the curtain and left. With the chilling figure finally gone, Jiang Ni relaxed his shoulders and leaned comfortably against a cushion nearby.

Tahui was swift in action. Within an hour and a half, he had prepared twenty measures of wheat and six horses. Yi Yan personally inspected the horses before nodding to Jiang Ni. These were all robust horses under three years old, with well-proportioned bodies and straight teeth, indicating careful breeding.

Seeing Yi Yan's approval, Jiang Ni smiled and said, "Tahui, you truly are sincere. The horses are excellent; we'll take them."

Knowing that Jiang Ni had come with Jie people, Tahui hadn't dared to play any tricks with the horses. Now, it seemed he had made the right decision. He chuckled and said, "Ah Ni, you've struck it rich this time. If there are more good items in the future, don't forget about me!"

"Of course not!" Jiang Ni smiled, dismissing further chatter. He mounted the donkey he had arrived on. Yi Yan and the four Jie men efficiently loaded the wheat onto a cart, hitched it to the horses, and set off for the city gates.

Gaodou was closer to Liang's residence than Shangdang, so they could return within a day and a half. However, they had left the city rather late. Thanks to Jiang Ni's donkey and the horse-drawn cart, they managed to travel swiftly. Sitting on the donkey, Jiang Ni calculated in his mind. After a little over half a month, they had produced nine intact rough porcelain pieces. Over time, this would add up to a considerable sum! His father was still researching fine porcelain. If they truly succeeded in creating exquisite pieces, could they fetch prices of tens of thousands?

Lost in thought, Jiang Ni was startled when Yi Yan, following behind the cart, suddenly reached out, grabbed a bow from the vehicle, and shot an arrow into the woods!

Startled, Jiang Ni turned to look and saw a man in gray linen collapse face down beside a large tree, no longer breathing.

"What... What just happened?"

"Scouts, nothing more," Yi Yan slung his bow across his back and declared loudly. "Raise your lances!"

Instantly, the men around him drew their long spears from their carts. Five spears adorned with red tassels shimmered in the fading light, and the forest fell eerily silent, as if even the sounds of birds and animals had vanished.

Only then did Jiang Ni realize that they might have attracted bandits. Fortunately, Yi Yan's arrow had frightened the bandits away! If they had truly been attacked, his life would have been in grave danger. But fear was fleeting; Jiang Ni recalled the fierce battle outside Lord Liang's estate. Heh, hadn't a hundred bandits been routed then? As long as they had their soldiers, what were these mere peasants and bandits to fear?

With this thought, Jiang Ni puffed out his chest and urged the donkey beneath him. "Onward! Back to the estate!"

"Yet mere nine pieces of coarse porcelain exchanged for twenty measures of wheat and six horses?" Liang Feng was astonishment personified upon seeing what Jiang Ni had brought back.

These inferior porcelain pieces that he completely looked down upon were actually so valuable? It seemed that luxury items truly lived up to their name. If they were of the same quality as Yuezhou porcelain, who knew how much they could fetch!

Perceiving the approbation in the household master's tone, Jiang Ni couldn't help but curve his lips. "It's all because of this year's severe drought. The prices of horses in the Huns' hands dropped, otherwise we wouldn't have been able to acquire so many."

"Are horses really that inexpensive?" Liang Feng inquired with curiosity, "I've heard that a strong and healthy horse usually costs around three to four thousand coins, doesn't it?"

"That is the going rate in Yan Prefecture and Jing Zhou. The secluded regions of You and Bing have always had a substantial Hu population, with no shortage of households engaged in horse breeding. A sturdy steed can be acquired for just two thousand coins. As for grain prices, they consistently hover at a premium near Shangdang; should one venture to Tai Yuan, a shi of wheat might cost less than a thousand coins!"

"The price difference is that significant?" Liang Feng's interest piqued immediately. "So if we sell the horses from Bing Prefecture in Yan Prefecture, wouldn't we make a pure profit of two thousand coins per horse?"

"That was during peaceful times. It's said that large merchant caravans would transport horses to Jing and Yang Provinces to exchange for celadon silk fabrics, then return to Bing Prefecture for sale, earning several times their investment. But these days, the world is unstable. Forget about trading between Bing and Jing Zhou, even the caravans traveling from Shangdang to Taiyuan have decreased significantly. If they were to encounter bandits, it'd be a total loss." Jiang Ni shook his head in dismay.

It was a truthful statement. Business was more reliant on political stability. Coastal regions might still find ways to utilize maritime trade, but being inland, it was unlikely there would be any significant trade in the short term.

Liang Feng nodded slightly and continued, "What are the specialties around Shangdang then?"

"It's iron," Jiang Ni replied promptly. "Not just Shangdang, the Three Jin regions have always had many iron merchants, though they're currently monopolized by noble families. If you want to mine for it, just enclose a mountain range."

"..."

Liang Feng was momentarily speechless. Didn't salt and iron historically belong to state monopolies? Had the situation deteriorated to such an extent that even prohibited goods could be freely traded? However, this was beneficial in a way. In the future, when he discovered iron deposits, he could also claim a mineral vein for his own soldiers' weaponry.

Thinking of this, Liang Feng couldn't help but ask, "What about salt?"

"Salt can be found in Hedong County, not too far from here. But trading in salt won't work – it's controlled by a few royal princes," Jiang Ni stated candidly, responding swiftly.

Well, those weren't within his reach anyway. Nevertheless, Liang Feng was quite satisfied with Jiang Ni's sharpness and experience. The Three Jin lands truly lived up to its reputation as the birthplace of Jin merchants; business acumen seemed deeply ingrained in them. He nodded slightly and said, "In that case, the most profitable trade is still purchasing grain in Taiyuan, right?"

"If we can transport them safely, it'll be much more profitable than the nearby regions," Jiang Ni nodded vigorously.

"Alright, when the epidemic in Jinyang subsides, you should go take a look there as well," Liang Feng said casually.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ni immediately became excited. Was he being entrusted with managing the Liang family's business dealings? One had to know that in influential and wealthy families, those who oversaw the shops were the most trusted confidants. If everything was handed over to him, wouldn't that be much better than merely managing the humble Taofang?

However, Liang Feng wasn't done speaking yet. "Also, Taofang can take a ten percent cut from the profits earned this time. But there's something I need to clarify: once you've taken this ten percent, the Liang residence will no longer interfere with the livelihoods of those at Taofang. You'll have to bear the profits and losses on your own, relying solely on this ten percent for your living."

Jiang Ni was taken aback, his face flushing red. "Taofang is willing to accept the profit share!"

Although Lord Lang had mentioned giving Taofang a ten percent interest before, Jiang Ni hadn't paid much attention to it. It was fine for small profits, but if they made a large sum, would Lord Lang really let go? Who could have expected that he would bring it up again and grant Taofang autonomy! This was truly a golden opportunity!

They had just started experimenting with porcelain-making and could produce nine pieces within half a month. Once production stabilized, they could yield at least four to five hundred rough porcelain pieces a year, equivalent to a thousand stones of business! A ten percent cut would amount to a hundred stones. Not to mention, they were still developing refined porcelain; if they could genuinely create high-quality pieces, the profits might multiply several times! This was something they dared not even dream about before!

Seeing Jiang Ni quickly grasp the benefits and drawbacks, Liang Feng nodded in satisfaction. "In the future, you and your father will manage Taofang. However, major decisions still lie with the residence, and the accounts will be managed by us. If you want to make any changes, you must report it to me first."

"Can Taofang expand its workforce?" Jiang Ni couldn't help but ask. "I want to recruit a few more skilled artisans! Ah, the expenses can come from Taofang's funds..."

Looking at the boy's flushed face and flustered demeanor, Liang Feng chuckled softly. "Of course."

Chapter 42: Adding Wings

Outside the main residence, fierce neighs echoed. Several robust horses carried their riders back and forth across a small enclosure, punctuated by occasional shouts.

"Press your legs tightly against the horse's belly! Lean forward slightly! Don't be stiff; move with the horse's gait! Hold the reins firmly, not too loose, not too tight!"

Amidst these instructions, dust billowed and hoofbeats intertwined, creating a commotion that rivaled the adjacent training ground.

From his position at the entrance of the courtyard, Liang Feng witnessed this scene. Ten newly selected cavalrymen were learning horsemanship under Yiyan's guidance. These veterans had seen combat, mostly Jie soldiers with a few farmers among them. While Yiyan moved with ease, the others clung to their mounts like barnacles, a somewhat amusing sight.

Noticing Liang Feng, Yiyan tugged on the reins and urged his horse towards him. The steed moved faster than expected, reaching Liang Feng's side in an instant. Yet, without colliding, Yiyan skillfully controlled the reins, slowing the horse's gallop to a leisurely walk, stirring little dust as it halted gracefully by the roadside.

Yiyan dismounted and led his spirited dappled gray stallion to Liang Feng. "Lord!"

"What kind of horse is this? So obedient!" Liang Feng, standing aside, observed the horse with keen interest.

In his previous life, he had ridden horses a few times with his friends, but only geldings trained to be docile. They rarely made a sound, let alone kicked up a fuss. This spirited creature was a novelty for him.

"These are Hun horses. They can withstand the cold, eat sparingly, and though they may not charge with great speed, their stamina is exceptional," Yiyan explained, stroking his beloved steed's mane, clearly pleased.

Hun horses? Are they a type of Mongolian horse?

"I was wondering why this horse seems a bit short," Liang Feng held back for a while before finally reaching out to touch the horse's neck as well.

The horse, groomed to a shine by Yi Yan, had sleek fur like silk, with tight and muscular neck that glistened with a sheen of sweat, as if it were steel wrapped in silk. Despite being touched by a stranger, the horse didn't flinch. It sniffed at the wide sleeve of Liang Feng's robe, then turned its head and snorted loudly, as if it had been choked.

"Haha, this horse looks quite docile. Can I ride it?" Liang Feng perked up immediately and asked eagerly.

"No." Yi Yan's answer was straightforward. "Riding requires strength in the waist and legs. Given Lord's frail health, it's not suitable for you to ride."

Tsk! Liang Feng felt a cold shower of disappointment but couldn't muster any anger. He knew his condition well. Although he no longer experienced withdrawal symptoms after a long period of recuperation, he remained weak. A short walk would leave him drenched in sweat, let alone riding a horse.

With a sigh, he looked at the saddle and bridle on the horse's back and frowned. "Will these be enough to control the horse?"

Since the cavalry had been hastily assembled, there wasn't time to provide them with proper saddles. The few available ones had been seized from bandits and were in terrible condition, appearing quite different from the ones in later times. The stirrups weren't made of iron but rather a hard piece of wood. No wonder Yi Yan said riding required strength in the waist and legs. One would likely need exceptional horsemanship to manage a warhorse with such equipment.

"It'll do. Back home, I rode without a saddle before," Yi Yan replied casually. "Others will get used to it after training for ten days or so."

Just as they spoke, a gasp echoed from the training ground, followed by someone falling off their horse. Liang Feng stepped forward. "Someone's fallen off!"

"Slow horses learn from falls," Yiyan said nonchalantly without turning back.

Watching the man struggle to his feet, Liang Feng finally relaxed and couldn't help but feel sympathy for these prospective cavalrymen. With such a strict instructor, they had a challenging road ahead. But he himself was also financially strained; outfitting everyone with full gear might exceed his capabilities.

This time, the military expansion included not only these ten cavalrymen but also ten swordsmen, five archers, and the need for new weapons. Iron armor was out of the question, but leather armor should still be crafted. Adding the thirty pikemen still in training, Liang Feng winced at the thought. The profit from selling coarse porcelain was merely a drop in the bucket.

Letting out a soft sigh, Liang Feng said, "Let them continue practicing for now. It'll take some time to forge the horseshoes, so we can test the effects using the estate's horses first. If they prove effective, we'll consider equipping the warhorses. However, we mustn't neglect their ground training. They must be able to charge in battle on horseback and fight on foot."

"Indeed, I personally selected each one of them, Lord. You can rest assured," Yiyan replied. As if remembering something, he added, "On our way back, Lord, we encountered two groups of scouts."

"Oh?" Liang Feng perked up. "Were they local bandits?"

"Most likely," Yiyan's eyes flashed with hostility. "Once the new recruits are trained, we'll take them out for practice. We'll make those scoundrels aware of the 'Brave and Fierce Camp'!"

Seeing Yiyan's fierce determination, Liang Feng smiled. "Yes, it's high time we cleared out those bandits."

On one hand, exposing the new recruits to combat would toughen them up. On the other hand, the most pressing matter was to gather intelligence on nearby factions and secure a safe trade route. Liang's estate still lacked sufficient food reserves and might not last until the autumn harvest. He needed to stock up on supplies before wheat prices rose. If the new recruits proved competent, they could travel to Jinyang to buy grain, saving a considerable amount of money.

It all depended on how quickly Jinyang could control its epidemic.

"No, no! The cloth cannot be worn inside out! It must always face outward! Everyone must keep their linen clothes on, even in the heat! Wash your hands with hot water at least three times a day... This is, this is the will of Buddha!"

Jiang Da's throat was nearly hoarse, and he couldn't help but invoke Buddha again. No, these precautions still needed to be taught by the monks; their words carried more weight than his a hundred times over.

The medical clinic had been established, but there were still countless issues. The common folk who came to tend to the patients didn't grasp the significance of quarantine. If these people contracted the disease and ran around the clinic, it would be disastrous! He would have to speak with the abbot again and request more monks. With the monks setting an example, these uneducated folk might avoid causing trouble.

As for the doctors assigned by the Provincial Governor Prefecture, they weren't as effective either. Some were careless, while others lacked adequate medical skills. The Jiang family remained the backbone of the clinic. However, with so many patients, Grandfather had already fallen ill. How could they continue like this?

In the midst of his worries, a servant suddenly announced, "Young Master Jiang, a letter from the Liang residence!"

"Quickly, bring it to me!" Letters from the Liang residence always arrived promptly at the clinic. Jiang Da couldn't wait for the messenger to enter, snatching the letter and hurriedly opening it.

After a moment, he clenched his teeth and strode towards the backyard.

The backyard was filled with medicinal herbs, where many doctors gathered to prepare remedies. Doctor Jiang was bent over a desk, studying a prescription and occasionally jotting down notes.

"Grandfather!" Seeing his white-haired and ailing grandfather examining formulas here, Jiang Da's eyes grew warm, and he hastened his pace.

"Da'er, what happened in the front courtyard?" Doctor Jiang asked hurriedly. He was well aware of the current workload at the medical clinic; for Jiang Da to personally come over, it must be a major issue.

"It's Zixi's letter," Jiang Da said without hesitation, passing the letter to his grandfather.

Doctor Jiang immediately perked up and carefully read the letter. After a moment, he furrowed his brows. "Ask the doctors to document their cases and compile them into a book?"

That was simply impossible. These doctors appointed by the Provincial Governor Prefecture wouldn't obediently jot down their medical insights. Each family had its own closely guarded secrets; who would be willing to expose their foundation in front of their peers?

But Jiang Da replied, "I think this could work! Most of the doctors sent to the clinic are amateurs. Doctor Zhang in Qi County, the father-son duo from Yang Yi, and the Gu family in Le Ping – aren't they all generations of renowned physicians? If they were willing to send someone to Jin Yang to exchange medical knowledge, they'd be much more useful than these doctors! The only problem is convincing them to come might require some investment..."

Doctor Jiang immediately understood the hidden meaning behind Jiang Da's words. They needed the Jiang family to set an example by disclosing some of their effective remedies and secret techniques to attract more renowned physicians. However, this matter concerned the very lifeblood of the Jiang family, something that Jiang Da couldn't decide on his own.

Seeing the solemn expression on his grandfather's face, Jiang Da hesitantly spoke, "Perhaps if we share our methods of epidemic prevention with them, they might..."

Doctor Jiang shook his head. "These things will eventually get out anyway. To lure the Zhong and Gu families to Jin Yang, we can only offer the insights on cold diseases left behind by our master."

The Jiang family followed the teachings of Wang Xi, who himself was a renowned physician, serving as the Imperial Medical Director and revising the book 'Treatise on Cold-induced Diseases.' His understanding of cold diseases was unparalleled. With this as bait, those famous physicians would surely come to Jin Yang for a look!

"But these involve the core of the Jiang family..." Jiang Da was conflicted. He had heard Liang Zixi mention this research multiple times, but could they easily cast aside the distinction between schools of thought? If things went wrong, the entire Jiang family could be at risk.

Doctor Jiang, however, slowly shook his head. "A fever isn't an illness of just one family; it concerns the lives of everyone. When Zhang Zhongjing wrote 'Treatise on Cold-Induced Disorders and Miscellaneous Diseases,' he wanted it to be passed down through the ages. My master revised the 'Treatise on Cold-Induced Disorders' for the same reason. If we hoard knowledge because of our school's prestige, we would be disregarding the intentions of our predecessors! Da, medical skills can be refined through generations, but the heart to save lives is the foundation of being a physician!"

Jiang Da had heard these words from his grandfather countless times before, but never had they resonated with him as much as they did now. He nodded solemnly. "I understand!"

"Good. Zixi's plan is a wise one. I'll write to some old friends right away. If they come to Jinyang, we'll have a better chance at preventing the epidemic. Keep a close eye on the medical clinic, and remember that those monks are crucial. Make sure they know the fundamentals of prevention and teach them to the people. As for the laborers, don't bother with medical principles; just mention Buddha!"

This was precisely what Jiang Da had in mind, so he promptly replied, "I'll instruct the supervisors clearly. Apart from Buddha, more people must know the name Liang Zixi!"

Whether it was Buddha's divine intervention or the basics of epidemic prevention, Liang Feng's efforts were instrumental. How could those monks take all the credit?

"That's excellent!"

After this brief conversation, Jiang Da felt rejuvenated. After hastily paying his respects, he strode towards the front courtyard. Watching his resolute figure, Doctor Jiang couldn't help but nod slightly. This child seemed the only one capable of carrying on the Jiang family's legacy. This misfortune had indeed turned into a blessing.

Retracting his gaze, Doctor Jiang pulled out some paper and began writing letters. Soon, messages were sent to neighboring counties and replies trickled back. Upon witnessing the sincerity of the Jiang family, how could other physicians remain indifferent? More and more carriages raced towards Jinyang's medical clinic.