In the banquet hall of Huadong Mansion, Zhang Liang stood next to the main seat in the middle, looking at the door in a daze.

He never imagined that at the last moment of the assassination operation, the assassination target would actually run to the toilet because he drank too much alcohol.

But Zhang Liang had no other choice but to wait silently next to the seat belonging to Huadong, constantly thinking about how to assassinate him when the other party came back.

At this time, Zhang Liang's heart was extremely nervous, although he had already put life and death aside, but now the painful waiting was undoubtedly a torment.

"Why is it that you are sweating so much, sir?"

A voice sounded softly in Zhang Liang's ears, and when he was too nervous, he directly reached out and pulled out his kitchen knife that was about to be stabbed.

Maybe it was because he was overfocused by staring at the door, and when he turned around, he found that the housekeeper had arrived at his side at some point, and was looking at him with a shrugging face.

"Put it away, this banquet hall is full of big people, you don't want to die!"

Listening to the housekeeper's scolding, Zhang Liang came back to his senses, hurriedly put down the raised kitchen knife, and confessed again and again in his mouth.

Seeing Zhang Liangcheng's frightened appearance, the housekeeper couldn't help but sigh with relief, "Actually, Mr. doesn't need to be overly nervous, our Huada people have always been tolerant of their subordinates." ”

When Zhang Liang heard this, the expression on his face was a little exciting, and as an assassin, he was still persuaded not to be too nervous, which was really a little weird.

Time passed minute by minute, Zhang Liang had been waiting in the hall for half an hour, but he still didn't see Hua Dong's figure.

"Is it revealed?"

Thinking about it and thinking about it, he couldn't wait for the assassination target, so Zhang Liang couldn't help but think that the assassination was detected by the other party, if this was the case, then he would be in danger.

Without waiting for Zhang Liang, who was sweating profusely, to get up and go outside to check the situation, a burst of shouts suddenly sounded outside the banquet hall.

"It's a big deal, Huada people have fallen into the dung pit~"

A minion dressed as a domestic servant ran around the yard and continued to call for help in the latrine.

When everyone in the banquet hall heard the cry for help outside, most of the wine instantly sobered up, and they got up and ran outside.

And Zhang Liang was still stunned, a little at a loss to see the crowd coming and going in a daze.

In the thatched toilet in the backyard of the mansion, several servants were violently pushed away by a group of generals who rushed over, only to see East China fluttering in the sea of dung, and the waves stirred up hit the onlookers from time to time.

In the face of this foul-smelling latrine, many people turned blue, found a bamboo pole and handed it to Hua Dong, but Hua Dong, who had already swallowed several mouthfuls of feces, only felt a pungent sourness rushing to the Tianling Gai at this time, and he couldn't open his eyes at all.

Seeing that East China was about to be flooded with dung, a military general was about to jump down with a roar.

"The general treats me well, and today I will repay the general's kindness even if I fight for my life."

After that, the military general jumped down and jumped into the dung pit, about to fish for East China, which was about to be covered by dung.

Although this military general was not afraid of getting dirty, and risked his defense to save East China, he really jumped into the dung pit and found that the smell of spicy eyes was not something ordinary people could bear at all.

"At hand, the general is on your right hand."

The people next to the dung pit watched the jumping generals flutter indiscriminately after falling, and couldn't help but give command.

But if it's one person, it's fine, when everyone is dancing and pointing, the noisy voices can't hear what is being said at all.

The military general endured the pungent sour smell and began to wander through the dung pit in search of his general.

But when the sound in his ears buzzed like a fly, the general directly grabbed Hua Dong's bun in a panic.

It's okay if you don't drag it, Huadong felt that his head was suddenly scratched a few times, and instinctively retracted his body.

Because Huadong's hair was stained with slippery dung, the rescue general failed to hold his general, and directly let the other party row away in his hands, and plunged into the vast sea of dung.

At this time, the people outside the dung pit also brought ladders and dragged Hua Dong and the rescue general up.

When the two were rescued from the dung pit, the latter gasped for breath because he swallowed a few mouthfuls of dung, while Hua Dong fell directly to the ground and did not know whether he was alive or dead.

One of the generals present had some medical experience and felt that this was a sign of drowning, so he began to press Hua Dong's chest, wanting to do some emergency rescue.

But it's okay if it doesn't help, under the operation of this self-proclaimed military doctor, Huadong gradually lost his heartbeat and breathing.

"General Hua is dead~"

A miserable wail reached the banquet hall, leaving Zhang Liang stunned in the empty room for a long time.

He planned for more than half a month, and finally won the trust of the housekeeper and sneaked into the mansion to become a cook, and now the assassination target himself fell into the dung pit and drowned?

This result is ridiculous and ironic.

"Dead?"

Until the steward in the mansion dispersed the subordinates in the banquet, Zhang Liang kept muttering to himself.

As Huadong fell into the dung pit and drowned at the banquet, the originally lively banquet was quickly arranged into a mourning hall, and the identity of these military generals who went to the banquet also changed from guests to old people who mourned filial piety.

Everything came too suddenly, and as a newly rising star in the rebel army, he died so mysteriously, and these generals and leaders under his command will inevitably become a mess for their own interests.

As an old friend of East China, Zhao Qinghe couldn't bear to let the chaos that would occur after East China's death affect his descendants, so he directly took East China's two sons to adopt as adopted sons.

And the eight-room lady concubine in East China was also divided among several loyal subordinates in East China and taken home to settle down.

As soon as East China died, the situation in Kyoto City, which was originally dominated by one family, was reversed, and those forces that were originally suppressed by East China were also secretly plotting how to infiltrate the territory occupied by East China.

If there is anyone among the guests who will really be sad because of the death of East China, it may only be Zhao Qinghe and the families behind him.

They put the heavy treasure on Huadong, and now that the other party is dead in vain, leaving such a mess, it seems that it is not easy for them to find a good home in a short period of time after losing their shelter.

What's more, although Gu Chong, the high priest of the Divine Fire Sect who had been sitting in Yuzhou, did not move, but now the death of East China is an excellent breakthrough.

When Yuzhou sends people to integrate the large and small forces in Kyoto City, I am afraid that these families will become squeezed money bags under the hands of that group of bandits.

"It's just a wine party, why are you dead?"

Zhao Qinghe let out a long sigh when he walked out of the East China Mansion, but since the incident happened, he could only go back and convene the families behind him to discuss and see who he would help up next.

But because they invested too much effort in East China before, and now that the stock market has crashed, it is very likely that they will lose all their money.

Just when this laughable farce happened in Kyoto City, Xiao Jiu's factory construction movement was also set up in Yangcheng County and Lingshui County.

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Yuzhou, Yangcheng County.

"Old and young masters, I'm hiring."

"The newly opened sugar factory recruits a large number of workers, so it doesn't matter if someone will teach you."

A county government official walked directly through the street at the entrance of the vegetable market with a poster, and his mouth kept shouting loudly.

And this official was already surrounded by a group of people who had been waiting here for a long time, and when they saw this, they all surrounded him and asked about the conditions for recruitment.

Now Yangcheng County has not only opened a textile factory, but also opened other factories such as sugar factories, brick factories, and breweries, but the scale is not as large as that of textile factories.

In order to diversify the industries in his territory, Xiao Jiu has been staying in the study all day long to discuss how to make money with Zhou Jin, Li Yi and others in addition to accompanying his wife and children at home during this time.

Zhou Jin naturally doesn't need to say much, since he arrived in Lingshui County, he has seen many of Xiao Jiu's wonderful ideas, but Li Yi, the eldest brother, was completely impressed by Xiao Jiu.

Perhaps before taking over Xiao Jiu's textile factory, Li Yi was still disdainful of the identity of a businessman, but now the factory opened by Xiao Jiu not only earned enough money for the county government, but also provided a large number of jobs, which made Li Yi wonder that business could still play like this?

With the county government proofing, the counties and towns under its jurisdiction followed suit and began to start local industries with the help of the guidance team specially sent by Xiao Jiu.

Most of these businesses, such as sugar mills, that do not have raw materials locally, are imported from other places in cooperation with the sea caravans at Wanpingkou in the fishing county.

In addition to the basic guaranteed ration land and cultivated land, a large amount of land in Yangcheng County has been converted to cash crops, and a number of government-run land estates have come into being.

With the development of productive land, the original big pot rice system after the land reform is no longer applicable, so after careful consideration, Xiao Jiu decided to release the working population on the cultivated land in batches and put it into all walks of life.

Xiao Jiu first changed the original wartime economic system, changing the mode of collective farming to a contract system, and could choose whether to participate in the labor of collective land in addition to the self-owned land allocated to the people.

When this part of the population was freed from the land, they became factory workers.

With the continuous opening of factories in China, the wallets of these first factory workers began to bulge.

And with money, it is natural to consume, so that the internal market will be revitalized, and it will no longer be as lifeless as when materials were distributed centrally.

So now, whenever a new factory is opened in the county government, these people who regret not being the first to work in the factory begin to squeeze their heads and want to go in, setting off a labor fever in the whole Yangcheng County.

This system based on commerce and factories naturally has many drawbacks, but it is the most suitable way for the development of the current Xiao Jiu regime.

Now Xiao Jiu and his Yangcheng County government can continue to prosper in their territory as long as they ensure that the sea route of Wanpingkou can be unblocked.

Similarly, if this commercial line is broken or invaded by foreign enemies one day, it will also become the enemy of the people of the entire Yangcheng County, because all this is related to their vital interests.