After Wu Feng ate the dinner brought by the cook, he looked out of the side window of the back room, overlooking his territory. The mansion was built on high ground, and it was right to be seen from a high vantage point.

Under Wu Feng's careful governance, this small territory is filled with the atmosphere of peace and joy at all times.

It's autumn, and the bright red apples are all over the mountains, reflecting the evening glow, and the sky and the earth are an alluring warm red.

Mulberry trees, cherry trees, sumac trees and other economic trees are interspersed, and although it is late autumn, the leaves have not yet withered, and they are still trying their best to exude fresh greenery. Under the strong supervision of Hong Meng and others, the hilly areas were also opened up, and the miscellaneous trees were cut down and planted with various cash crops and medicinal herbs. At the beginning, the common people suffered a lot from this, but now they have greatly felt the benefits, and every grass and tree around them can bring a steady stream of wealth.

In addition to the golden wheat fields being harvested at the bottom of the hillside, you can see a dense network of water, which is like a chessboard. Miniature canals bring water from the Yellow River, nourishing the otherwise barren land and making the soil more fertile. Hundreds of fish ponds are dotted like emeralds in the water nets, and autumn is also the fishing season, with fresh fish jumping around, fishing songs singing late, and laughter and laughter.

In the town to the west, there was a faint sound of the rustling of weaver girls weaving in the wind. Wu Feng introduced the latest weaving technology in the territory, which greatly improved the yield. Silk and ramie produced in the territory were spun into cloth and then sold, and the profits were several times higher than the direct sale of raw silk and twine.

Not to mention the glass and glass produced by Babaofang, in recent years, Babaofang has not only produced more and more types and quantities of utensils, but also introduced the emerging stained glass technology in the West, and the products have been sold to all parts of Hedong, Henan and even Guanzhong, creating a staggering income for Wu Feng, and also making the money bags of the people in his territory gradually bulge.

On the smooth roads and wide stone bridges, horse-drawn carriages shuttle back and forth. Wu Feng's operation in Hedong was linked to the Iwakura Territory, and the Jifeng Town in his territory became an important transit point, and its prosperity increased day by day.

Hedong's grain and various specialties were transported to Lingbao, while glass products and ripe apples were sold to Hedong. Many of the wealthy clan leaders in Iwakura's territory were keen on Wu Feng's tremendous energy in the business circle. He also handed over the sale of products in his own territory to him as an agent, so not only outsiders had a close relationship with Wu Feng, but many local wealthy families also established close ties with him.

Wu Feng does not set up checkpoints to draw additional tolls. Merchants don't have to pay tolls, so they can naturally buy more goods. And there will be more and more businessmen who are willing to come, and they can make more profits from the benign operation.

Farmers, fishermen, craftsmen and businessmen all benefited greatly from Wu Feng's good governance. After Wu Feng returned to Iwakura, he could see a lot of admiring eyes and hear countless words of praise on his way to and from work every day.

The people even wrote songs in private. The legend of the lord's suppression of bandits in the east of the river, and his emotional entanglement with the mysterious fairy in blue - of course, there are too many versions to count, because the people cannot know the truth.

The people in the east of Huluyu were often harassed by Shinqing Shijin, the ripe wheat in the fields was cut and their houses burned, so they wept constantly, and many preferred to give up the fields they had cultivated for generations and move to live in the territory of Xie Yi, the commander of the Baiyi battalion. Deng Aihou had to impose a strict ban on the people and did not allow them to move at will. But it has also led to deeper resentment.

Wu Feng knew that whether it was the people's hearts or connections, he had already accumulated enough, and if he wanted to achieve the goal of seizing Iwakura, he only needed to wait until the moment Deng Sanshi made a move, and he would take advantage of the situation, and there would be no reason to fail.

However, looking at the happy expressions on the faces of the people, he also felt peace and joy from the bottom of his heart.

It's just that why did you see the moment when you saw Ling Qingfeng, the great-grandson of the arrogant king, before. There would be such a haze in his heart? Could it be that such a junior of the Saint King Dao Sect could actually spoil his own affairs? How could this be?

Just thinking like this, Wu Feng suddenly heard a gust of wind, and the sound of the wind was mixed with a familiar breath.

However. And the smell of blood!

......

At this time, in Deng Sanshi's room, Ling Qingfeng and Deng Sanshi sat opposite each other, the door was deeply hidden, and Deng Sanshi's newly married wife was also driven outside.

"That bastard boy, it's the end of this time......" Deng Sanshi laughed.

Ling Qingfeng said hehehe: "That kid is also very lucky. Even the suzerain's woman dared to move, tsk...... He thought that after forty years, no one would recognize the woman, how could he know that the woman was the demon of Sect Master Yang's life, although he killed her with his own hands, but the sect master was also desperate for the affairs of men and women, and he never married in his life, and even painted the portrait of the woman with his own hands and hung it in the council hall to warn everyone not to be confused by beauty......

Deng Sanshi said in a long voice: "Heroes are sad to pass the beauty pass, and characters like Sect Master Yang have always been unable to let go." The so-called warning to everyone is just an excuse that he can't get rid of the demons in his heart?"

Ling Qingfeng sighed, "That's true. ”

But in his heart, there are turbulent waves.

Ling Qingfeng, who was only twenty years old, had actually only entered the Supreme Council of the Holy King Dao Sect a few times. But the first time he saw the portrait, he fell in love with the demeanor of the beautiful woman in the painting.

Yang Qi was born in a famous family and had superb painting skills, and Yun Hailan's injury to him back then was a heart-wrenching pain. The portraits he painted by his own hands are naturally extremely exquisite and vivid, almost no different from real people.

He had thought more than once that if that beauty was not dead now, would she be like Sect Master Yang, with an ageless appearance, just as when she was young.

Young people always love to dream, and Ling Qingfeng was so fascinated by a woman he had never seen and lived in the previous era, so in the proud royal family that regarded early marriage as a custom, he had not yet married at the age of twenty.

After Deng Sanshi told Ling Qingfeng about the mysterious beauties around Xie Yi and roughly described his appearance, temperament and clothing, Ling Qingfeng immediately realized the problem.

When he and Deng Sanshi spied on Xie Yi's conversation with the woman, and heard Xie Yi call the woman "Aunt Yun", he was completely sure!

At this time, Ling Qingfeng's past infatuation turned into a sky-high jealousy.

That kid named Xie Yi was four years younger than himself, why did he touch Sect Master Yang's woman?

In that case, then, let this woman come back to life and be destroyed again. Sect Master Yang can't get it, and I can't get it, so I won't let anyone get it!

In the final analysis, what Ling Qingfeng loved was just the shadow in the painting. When he discovered that the beautiful woman he had dreamed of since he was a child had an ambiguous relationship with a teenager who was four years younger than him, Ling Qingfeng's psychology was completely distorted. (To be continued.) )