The leader's problem is solved, and the world's choice is here. In the past four years, Ying Zheng has actually been to a lot of the world. There are those of the Song Dynasty and those of the Ming Dynasty. There are those in the heyday of the dynasty, and there are those in the last years of the dynasty.

There are very few worlds where 10 million stone a year, or even more if necessary.

It was impossible in the last years of the dynasty, when grain was the most valuable thing, and it was not sold for money. Selling grain at the scale of 10 million stones, unless the imperial court is a dead man, is completely impossible. In this way, there is no need to go to the double eagle world.

Compared with the Ming Dynasty, the Song Dynasty was much weaker for the development of the south. Suhu Lake is fully developed, and the south is a real grain production base after it is fully developed.

Therefore, Yingzheng set his goal in the Ming Dynasty.

However, this is not the end, a million stone or even ten million stone of grain is not a small amount. Even if you have money, even in times of peace, you must have a large number of people who obey your orders.

It would be even better if there was a big power waiting for you to accept it, or if you could have a big power in a very small amount of time.

After Ying Zheng carefully analyzed it, he had a choice.

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Night.

The night was bright tonight, the moon in the sky was exceptionally round, and the white moonlight sprinkled on the ground, and when you turned back, you could even see your own shadow clearly.

Inside a house, a pot-bellied dog was drinking. There were jars of old Shanxi wine beside him, but in front of him, there was only a teacup-sized wine glass instead of a large bowl.

Under the moonlight, he was reluctant to even light a candle, slowly opened a gap in the moonlight, sniffed it with his nose, licked the wine jar, and closed and covered the jar again.

Then he drank the boiled water in the teacup, and it was still like touching it, and people who didn't know really thought he was drinking.

This big dog is named Huo Xiu, and his appearance is that of an old man, but he is not white-haired, although he is already a lot old, he looks like a middle-aged man.

His family has a lot of money, but he is reluctant to waste even a penny.

He is a friend of many people on the surface, but behind the scenes, he is the owner of Tsing Yi Building. The Tsing Yi Building is an extremely large underworld gang, under the jurisdiction of the 100th and 8th floor of Tsing Yi, it is said that there are dozens of heroes on each floor, and there are nearly 1,000 people on each floor.

The entire Tsing Yi Building is extremely powerful, covering almost every corner of the Ming Dynasty. In the entire rivers and lakes, there are only two factions of Buddhism and Taoism and the mysterious Qinglong Society.

What's more, Huo Xiu's way of controlling Tsing Yi Lou is extremely special. Even his identity, the chief scoop of Tsing Yi Building, is not known.

Every time I contacted my subordinates, I used all kinds of strange contact information and other code words that no one could think of. This gave Ying Zheng a chance, a chance to replace him.

Tsing Yi Lou is very good, very powerful, and has a lot of people, but now it will be mine soon!

Thinking about it this way, Ying Zheng is also in a good mood. In the last moment, he was still on top of the big tree thirty zhang away, and with a slight leap, he crossed the yard and came here, and saw Huo Xiu who was drinking boiled water.

"Ho Hugh?"

Hearing this, Huo Xiu also began to observe Yingzheng. This is a young man with excellent light skills, with a dignified appearance and a very good appearance, compared with what he had when he was young.

As for internal strength, he didn't think that this young boy could be strong.

There is a decorative gem on the scabbard of the sword on his waist, and there are jade pendants and sachets on his body, although the clothes he wears can't tell what kind of material they are, but they are obviously made with care, and they are better than the clothes of the Divine Needle Villa.

You look like this, you are so rich, what are you messing with?

Obviously, this is another teenager who longs for the rivers and lakes and has a good background.

Thinking of this, Huo Xiu's eyes were full of appreciation and joy when he looked at Ying Zheng. It seems that he is a stupid boy with some background, and he is the best candidate for the backstabber.

"Hahaha, I'm Huo Xiu. Which young hero are you? When you see it, you're a friend, come, drink a bowl first. ”

Speaking of this, Huo Xiu took out a jar of unopened old wine, poured himself a glass, and poured a glass for Yingzheng.

Looking at the wine in the bowl, Yingzheng was motionless, without the slightest desire to drink. At this moment, Huo Xiu became nervous again, and his incomparably powerful Tongzigong internal force was running automatically, ready to do it at any time.

Feeling the change in Huo Xiu's momentum, Ying Zheng nodded: "Yes, the Tongzi Gong that you have worked hard to cultivate for decades is really extraordinary. ”

Tong Zigong is a martial art that is very famous, but the status is indeed very embarrassing. Taoism has children's skills, and Buddhism also has children's skills. And the effects are all about the same, they all have the best effect of keeping the child's body, and the longer the cultivation time, the better the effect.

But you just can't break the gong, that is, you can't get close to women. This is very embarrassing, what are those heroes of the rivers and lakes practicing martial arts for?

Someone is here to pretend!

But more people are for beauty, for money, for fame, for wine, for all kinds of desires.

And among the countless desires, beauty can also rank in the top three. If you work hard to cultivate Tongzigong and don't break it all your life, don't you even have a son?

If you don't have a son to inherit your net worth, and you can't enjoy beauty while you're alive, what are you trying to do with your hard work?

"As a remnant of a small country, you built Tsing Yi Lou from scratch, and tens of thousands of heroes under your command are at your disposal. There is no shortage of beauties, there is no shortage of money, but you have practiced the martial arts of Tongzigong. You have such strong tenacity, even if you don't go to martial arts training to study, you will definitely be able to become a big official. ”

Hearing this, Huo Xiu couldn't hold back any longer. At this moment, he leaked all his disguises, and his pure internal power of the child's power was activated in an instant.

This blow was like a shock, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and under the shock of internal qi, there was a gurgling sound of flowing water.

What a young and handsome teenager, who is about to die because of meddling, isn't it good to live?

However, just when Huo Xiu's momentum rose to the peak, he was like a balloon that had been punctured, and it leaked when he touched it.

One step out and directly fell into the mud, and fell to the ground with a thud, still hitting the ground with his face first.

At this moment, Huo Xiu's eyes widened, and he didn't understand when he was poisoned. He didn't know when there would be poison on the rivers and lakes that even he couldn't bear.

He has accumulated the Pure Yang Boy Skill for decades, and he is the nemesis of more than ninety percent of the poisons in the world, how could he unknowingly fall into the Tao?

At the moment when Huo Xiu fell, dozens of 'leaves' fell from the tree, and all kinds of darts and hidden weapons followed.

These dozens of black-clothed people are Huo Xiu's personal guards, and they are the elite of Tsing Yi Building, but Ying Zheng doesn't care at all.

The only Huo Xiu who could cause harm to himself had already lay down, and the rest were just local chickens and dogs.

Raising his head, Ying Zheng was angry and Dantian roared violently: Yin!

With a single voice, just a single voice, they all fainted and lay on the ground, even Huo Xiu was no exception.

After a long time, Huo Xiu opened his eyes again, but his body was empty, he couldn't mobilize even a trace of true qi at all, his whole body was weak, and his arms and thighs were sore. Around him are his subordinates, all in a coma.

Raising his head, Huo Xiu saw Yingzheng again.

Planted!

This time it's really planted!

After mixing the rivers and lakes for so many years, solving the self of countless opponents, and finally planting it in the hands of a young man, this Jianghu is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.