Song Qian rarely did not have an imperial sword, and he rode a horse with Tu Shanling.

Tu Shanling rode on the big white horse and smiled sullenly.

Song Qian knew what Tu Shanling was laughing at, and he ignored her.

Tu Shanling just thinks that he has learned badly, and he knows how to go around in circles.

He also can't help it, his brother sees him running fast no one, if he flies in the sky, his brother sees the familiar light from afar, he has run away a long time ago, where can he catch someone.

The two of them are getting more and more remote.

Tu Shanling didn't know that there was such a place in Nanye.

It looked not far from Sihai City, but it seemed to be desolate and poor, and the villagers along the way were wearing tattered clothes and thin skin.

Her gaze swept over the men, and when she saw that only a few of them had prey in their hands, she knew that they probably had no arable land, and only hunted for hygiene.

With such an income being extremely unstable, it's no wonder that life is not good.

Song Qian noticed Tu Shanling's gaze and naturally explained: "They are not Nanye people. ”

Tu Shanling: "Huh?"

Song Qian: "The Ju clan has no way, and there are many escapees from the civilians under its jurisdiction, and they are the people of the Ju clan." ”

Tu Shanling understood.

Each family's annual tax revenue is limited, and there is still a lot to do with the limited tax revenue, and there is very little money that can be allocated to settle these displaced people.

Presumably, it will take many years for the Song family to completely solve the problem of the displaced people.

Tu Shanling: "Didn't we get a lot of spirit stones, take them out and settle them, you can't make them hungry." ”

There was a smile on the corner of Song Qian's lips.

He couldn't help but ride his horse closer to Tu Shanling, the two horses unconsciously rubbed their heads, and the corners of their clothes accidentally touched each other.

Ah Ling is a person with a knife mouth and a tofu heart.

Tu Shanling looked at Song Qian with a smile, "So...... Ah Huai said that you will be so happy if you divide the materials you bought. ”

Song Qian bowed, "This is not the Song family's business, the Song family looks like a behemoth, but in fact, their ability is limited, they can't take care of the corners, and they have to rely on well-wishers to help help." ”

Tu Shanling nodded, "Well, if you lack food, you will go to the fire to mobilize, and there are three seasons of grain planted a year, and there is no shortage of food." ”

She opened her mouth, and Bai Mingxuan didn't dare not listen.

Song Qian's jaw was headed.

As they spoke, they reached the entrance to a mountain pass.

It is said to be a mountain col, but in fact, the mountain surrounded by three sides is not too high, and you can climb up from the bottom of the mountain, but you can reach the top in half an hour.

The entrance is wide open, and there are no rocks to block it, so a high wall was built here.

Song Qian gestured to the person who was probing his brain on the wall, and immediately someone pressed the bracket and opened the door.

When you enter the wall, you realize the vastness of the inside.

The interior is flat and has a continuous stream of towering buildings, and at a glance, you can't see the edge.

Tu Shanling estimated that this place would probably not be smaller than half of Sihai City.

The corners of her mouth twitched, "Could this be you...... Paid for the villa, right?"

Song Qian: "Hmm. ”

Tu Shanling felt that she should re-evaluate Song Qian's ability to make money.

In just over ten years, the money earned can build here, and there is still money left in hand, which is better than Qingqiu's ability to make money.

Tu Shanling's treasure house looks like there are a lot of things, if she really takes it out to build such a city, it can be emptied for her in an instant.

She couldn't help but sigh sincerely, "Song Bancheng!"

Song Qian: "......"

It is indeed easier to make money when cultivating to be high.

In the Daozu era, as long as the upper and lower levels of the Metaverse paid taxes honestly, no matter where there was an evil spirit, Zhushan would immediately send someone to settle it.

It's different now, now it's a tax payment, if it's an evil that the little family can't control, the little family has to prepare another gift to ask the monks of the Song family to help.

Song Qianqing's identity as the Nine Sages of Jingtai is here, and there are many people who are attached to him, and these people go out to settle affairs, and some of the income will be handed over to him, because his income is really higher than Tu Shanling imagined.

Those disciples would not have any dissatisfaction, after all, if it weren't for the name of Chongguangjun, where would those children of the family give them face, and where would they give them so much reward.

And relatively speaking, the income handed over to Song Qian is really very small, they have heard that some of the saints with a darker heart want to take seventy percent away.

Chongguangjun only needs one percent.

These are things that Tu Shanling doesn't know.

In the Daozu era, Tu Shanling wanted to have extra income, so he still had to open a store, otherwise he would send a secret guard to open so many stores.

Tu Shanling looked sideways and couldn't help but snort.

She actually saw several people tending to a peach tree, and the peach tree actually bloomed.

It's extravagant.

If you want a tree that should not bloom at this time of year, it will take a lot of manpower and material resources to bloom now.

Song Qian also noticed.

His face was a little unsightly.

He didn't come here after it was built.

He just allocates money on an annual basis, and generally he gives as much as his parents say he wants, this is his intention, as for the eldest brother, he doesn't care.

He didn't expect his parents to do such a thing.

Just outside this mountain villa, how many people are yellow and thin, and they can't even eat.

His parents spent so much money just to see the peach blossoms in the wrong season.

He began to pay attention to the details of the villa.

Each tile is carved with a pattern, and it can be connected into a story when you look at it.

For him, this is completely unnecessary.

He could see the bruises on his forehead.

There are too many places in the details of such luxury, and he retracted his gaze, afraid that he would be unable to help but admonish him if he looked at it again.

Tu Shanling pursed his lips, "Look, don't listen to me, it's you who suffers the loss." ”

If it were her, she would send her own people to build this villa, which would definitely make Xu Xinying unable to do it.

Anyway, no one can come in here, as long as the things can be used.

For example, furniture, sour branch wood is made of tables, isn't it made of rosewood?

Song Qian was silent this time, and finally admitted that what Tu Shanling said was actually right.

Filial piety is not such filial piety.

That money could have been used to do something more meaningful.

Tu Shanling has always disliked Xu Xinying, and she is very happy that with her unremitting efforts, she has finally shaken Xu Xinying's status in Song Qian's heart a little.

She laughed silently, and said, "Didn't your aunt say that you went out to travel and never came back, why are you here?"

Song Qian: "......"

Although his aunt is a monk, she really can't endure a little hardship, and after leaving for two days, she began to complain that she is not used to eating and wearing, and she is uncomfortable anywhere.

His father took his aunt back to recuperate, what can he, a son, say?

It's impossible to drive people away.