"The son is back, and the slave and maid are safe. ”

These maids who came out to greet them, after the maids stood in line, they all squatted neatly, and after the mouth was also Yingying Yanyan's words, they stood up again, Hong Yi glanced at it slightly, these maids are all smart, although their appearance is not particularly beautiful, but they are all very delicate, and they are not very old, only between fifteen and twenty years old, and they have obviously been carefully selected by jīng.

"Governing the family is simple, although it can't be too pleasant, but so many girls, maids, and slaves are too wasteful, you must know that in the mansion of Marquis Wuwen, the population of seven or eight hundred is considered simple in the capital, and the expenses for a year are two or three hundred thousand taels of silver. ”

When Hong Yi was thinking about it in his heart, an old man with a big iron pipe, a straight waist, well-dressed clothes, a red face, and no old man walked out.

This old man is none other than Shen Tianyang.

"Daddy. After seeing Shen Tianyang come out, Shen Tiezhu shouted happily.

"Xiao Mu, there is nothing wrong with the son, right? I heard that he made a contribution in the naval battle. I read the name of the prince in the newspaper that was copied by the Ministry of War. ”

Shen Tianyang saw that Shen Tiezhu was fine, just nodded, asked Xiao Mu again, looked at Xiao Mu's demeanor, a happy smile appeared on his face, and then said: "Childe, let's go into the villa, Miss Murong just came back from the city not long ago, and when she heard that Childe was coming back, she was dressing up." ”

"Okay, Tianyang, you tell people to arrange more rooms. These are my cronies. In the future, in the villa, they will all be people with status. Hong Yi nodded and ordered: "Tiezhu, some of the precious medicinal materials you prepared for me for Tianyang are all brought to the room." ”

"Okay, you, you, each go over two maids, help Gongzi's cronies clean the room, pack up clothes, prepare things, order the kitchen, open a banquet, and wash the dust for Gongzi. ”

Shen Tianyang's housekeeper's affairs seemed to have been done smoothly, and he commanded it, without leakage, and Hong Yi nodded secretly in his heart.

Shen Tianyang is already old, Hong Yi did not take him to the battlefield, that is, because he has been running around on the rivers and lakes for most of his life, and he has also rested and recuperated, and now it seems that Rong is raising well, such a situation, Hong Yi's heart is also very gratified.

At the moment, Mr. Zhou Da, Lei Lie, Wen Feiyan, Shanqiu and others have gone to rest, these days they live at night, use tents, although there is no shortage of materials, but it is not convenient to take a bath or anything, and now they finally return to the Green Willow Villa, it is time to adjust and adjust to restore the tense jīng god.

Even if they are congenital masters, they are tired enough to choke after many days of long-distance travel.

Although these people are all people under the command of Hong Yi and the prince, but now they are desperate to follow Hong Yi, originally they betrayed the prince, and they were still a little uneasy in their hearts, but as Hong Yi became stronger day by day, and surpassed the ghosts and immortals of life and death, they were not afraid of the prince.

The sky is falling, with Hong Yi, a big ghost immortal, on top, what are you afraid of?

Green Willow Villa has really changed its appearance, and it has been expanded to double its size. The inside are all fine cedar wood houses, carved railings, curtains everywhere, and the yards on the ground are also clean bluestone slabs, while the corridors of the yard are painted with shiny wooden floors, and the floors are covered with snow-white carpets, although they are not the extremely precious "alpaca" wool, but they are also the wool of the Western Regions.

It's really a pavilion in three steps, and a floor in five steps. The room is even more twisting and turning.

In every corner, there were also motionless slaves.

It is quiet and full of popularity, and in some corners, there is also a big tripod burned, and inside the big tripod is charcoal, which is taken care of by the servants, so the servants who are standing are not cold at all. But it's not like the Governor's Mansion of Shuiyang Province, who wants those soldiers to stand in the cold wind and rain.

"Tianyang, how much did Murong Yan spend on this expansion?" Hong Yi looked at all this and asked Shen Tianyang next to him, if it wasn't for Shen Tianyang leading the way, he would almost not know his home.

"About 130,000 taels of silver. Shen Tianyang said honestly.

"So much, then now our Green Willow Villa, so many slaves, family members, maids, maids, how much does it cost every month?" Hong Yi asked again.

"Our Green Willow Village now, there are two hundred and fifty-three maids, fifty Zhuang Ding courtyard warriors, and two hundred and twenty-three male servants doing miscellaneous work, a total of five hundred and twenty-six people, each of whom has a monthly calendar of two taels of silver a month, plus the rewards of the New Year's holidays, sacrifices, entertaining guests, eating and drinking, etc., and now for the winter, more than 500 people's cotton clothes, firewood, and charcoal have also spent a lot, and the cost is about four or five thousand taels a month, and fifty thousand yuan a year. "Shen Tianyang is worthy of being a housekeeper for a long time, and the detailed accounts are clearly and clearly.

"50,000 a year? If it weren't for the huge wealth in the Qiankun cloth bag of the Great Chan Temple, I am afraid that it would not be long before I came back to sell those three peach god ships. ”

Hearing that it costs at least 50,000 taels a year, Hong Yi also felt a little smacked.

When he left Green Willow Villa last year, the annual income of the entire villa was only about 7,000 taels, that is to say, the income of the entire villa could not withstand the huge expenses at all.

"It won't be all Murong Yan's money, right? I remember that she was a money junkie. ”

However, Hong Yi has led troops to fight, and knows that it is difficult to govern a family, and the bigger the family, the greater the expenses, either here or where to ask for money.

Even a character like Hong Xuanji, the huge Wuwen Marquis Mansion, needs Mrs. Zhao's mother's money to be able to spend it, and with Hong Xuanji's income and manor income, it can't be maintained at all

With his own suspicions, Hong Yi walked through a long corridor and several portals, and walked into the south wing.

As soon as I entered the wing, a warm breath came to the surface.

In the wing, in the large white copper basin cast jīngzhan, there is no smell of smoke burning animal charcoal, several large bronze tripods on all sides are burning spices, and the carpet on the ground is even more white and flat, there is an exotic palace atmosphere.

Murong Yan was sitting on a large mahogany carved chair in the large wing, wearing a snow-white dress and a ribbon tied on her head, which had a special exotic style.

Beside her, there was an old man, with a white beard, white hair, a horsetail whip on the back, a wide dress covering his body, his eyes were light, and his breath was restrained.

Hong Yi also recognized this person, who was Chi Chaiyang's master, called Uncle Gan.

"Hong Yi, you're back!What about our deal? I also saw the Di Bao, in the court," Murong Yan saw Hong Yi walk in, and stretched out his hand with a big grin, still looking proud and greedy.

"Well said. Hong Yi raised his hand, and a long blood-red line shhe towards Murong Yan, and was grabbed by Murong Yan.

"Hmm. I made a profit. Blood-streaked steel, ah, bloodstreaked steel. Got the blood pattern steel needle, Murong Yan looked at it happily, and then escaped into it, trying to use the blood pattern steel needle to walk around in the air.

However, the godfather beside Murong Yan, the great martial arts master, moved his eyelids, and then seemed to be pondering something.

"Hey, Miss just now, just now his divine soul thought was a pure yang qi, not the kind of yīn deep. What's going on?"

As a great martial arts master, he is very sensitive to the surrounding air currents, yīn wind, and warm wind, "Yes, huh, how can your thoughts be so warm! Not deep! This is impossible! How is it possible that you have survived the thunder tribulation? How is it possible? You have become a ghost immortal? You have survived the thunder tribulation?

Murong Yan is a senior disciple of the Xuantian Pavilion, and her Dao cultivation has reached the realm of manifestation, which is also quite profound, plus she has a deep understanding of Dao Arts, she was just immersed in the joy of getting the blood pattern steel, and she didn't pay attention to it, but now that she paid attention, she recalled it violently, and the divine soul immediately returned to its place, controlled the body, and then looked at Hong Yi, as if she saw a ghost, and stammered.

"Well, chasing the sun? You actually cultivated to the realm of a grandmaster! Good guy, what kind of kung fu are you practicing, your qi and blood are so strong! What kind of medicine have you taken?"

Later, Uncle Gan saw Chi Chaiyang standing at the door.

"Master, miss. ”

Chi Chaiyang hurriedly walked in, bowed his body, and then looked at Hong Yi, Hong Yi nodded slightly, and then he spoke: "Childe is now a master of thunder tribulation, mana penetrates the sky, beyond life and death, I have received the gift of Childe, I have taken the Yuan Qi Heavenly Bead, as well as many elixirs, and even practiced the secret of the dragon elephant law seal to practice the marrow, and only then did I cultivate to the realm of the great grandmaster." ”

"Impossible!"

Uncle God's hair trembled slightly, and his eyes stared at Hong Yi deadly: "Master of Thunder Tribulation! Even the three great masters of our Yunmeng Kingdom, as well as the two hall masters of the Xuantian Pavilion, have not reached this realm! Even, the marshal of the Iron Floating Slaughter, Bi Shihua, has not reached this realm! Our entire Yunmeng, no more than five people have reached this realm! If you have reached this realm, you will already be proud of the world."

The master of the thunder tribulation is already an existence that is proud of the world.

"Oh, the Yunmeng Empire, there are still five Thunder Tribulation masters? I thought that there were only three of them: Peacock King Xingxuan, Heavenly Snake King Xingyan, and Xuantian Pavilion Master and his wife. There are actually other masters in the world, and there are really a lot of them. ”

Hong Yi smiled slightly, put his hand on it, and shook his uncle.

Bang!

Uncle Gan only felt that the moment Hong Yi was in his hand, an overwhelming coercion wrapped him from all sides of heaven and earth, wrapping him into an eggshell!

Then, his body flew out of thin air, and in the invisible eggshell, he punched violently, but it had no effect.

Uncle Gan somersaulted in the air, landed firmly on the ground, moved his body, and snatched it towards Hong Yi at an incredibly fast speed.

"Do you want to fight in close combat?" As Hong Yi spoke, his wrist moved, and he unleashed the "Thunder Arc Light" like a bolt of lightning, and shook Uncle Gan back with one move.

"Thunder Hell Sword Sutra, True Martial Saint Body, True Martial Fist Intent! Why, why are you a master of Dao Arts, but you have condensed Martial Dao Fist Intent! Could it be that you have comprehended the realm of inability to be thoughtless. Uncle Gan was shocked.

"Oh, you also know the realm of inability to be thoughtless?" Hong Yi was surprised, he didn't expect that this goduncle knew quite a lot.

"Miss, you have the right treasure to press! With the help of Hong Yi Gongzi, hmph! Those old guys in the entire Murong family, as well as those gentlemen, can only be assigned to Miss to lick her boots!" Uncle Gan knelt down on one knee and said to Murong Yan: "Miss, Hong Yi Gongzi played with me with a single thought, my qi and blood can't shake the slightest bit of soul, Hong Yi Gongzi is the ghost immortal who has survived the thunder tribulation, and there are many peerless masters in the world!"

"So it's true?" Murong Yan opened her mouth wide, like a fish out of water, stunned for a moment.

"What's going on?" Hong Yi heard the clue in his words and asked, the strength he showed this time was to deter Murong Yan, after all, the other party was Yunmeng's person, and the situation was a bit complicated, revealing a super strength, which could deter no one to dare to move.

"It's not a big deal, Miss Ben has judged the family. Hmph, those old things in the family, after losing the battle, are going to send me out, saying that they are for that champion Hou to be a maid, sent to the army, to spy on intelligence, who knows what the fate will be? Miss Ben naturally couldn't stand it, so she quietly rolled up the private money, lived in the Green Willow Villa, and didn't go back!" Murong Yan snorted coldly: "Otherwise, how could I use more than 100,000 yuan to repair Zhuangzi's house?"

"Champion Hou again?" Hong Yi frowned when he heard this.

However, the champion Hou fought against Yunmeng in the frontier, and he actually beat that group of aristocratic families to sacrifice the women of the family to reconcile, which was very fierce.

However, as a woman like Murong Yan, if she was sent to the army, it would definitely be a miserable end. Don't even think about it. Although her Taoist skills are good, how can she spy on information around a character like Champion Hou? I'm afraid it's also the result of being played.

"Hong Yi, I look at this Green Willow Villa, so I'll take care of it. You have actually cultivated into a Thunder Tribulation Ghost Immortal! This is simply a supreme existence, even our Yunmeng Emperor can ignore it, Miss Ben is going to climb you high. Murong Yan looked at Hong Yi, restrained some of her pride, and was silent for a while before speaking.

Hong Yi's brows furrowed even more when he heard this, and he thought about it in his heart, and couldn't help asking: "What is the high climbing method?" As soon as the words came out, he suddenly felt a little abrupt, so he changed his tone and said: "Anyway, it's not bad for you to take care of Green Willow Villa." Now that I'm back in Yujing, I still have a lot of things to do, by the way, since you've left the family, how many people and money do you have available to you? What is the form of Yujing City at the moment? Let me hear it?"

While speaking, Hong Yi's eyes fell on the table, on a pile of thick newspapers, and at the same time, a wisp of his thoughts entered the small world of Qiankun cloth bag.

"How can these newspapers be engraved, I remember that some of the newspapers of the imperial court were copied by hand? Who took so much effort to carve a wooden board to print the newspaper?"

{I've been fighting and killing, and now I'm writing about the length of the family, one side is foreshadowing, and the other is moisturizing sè.}