From south to north, from big to small, from high to low, from the high-ranking government offices to the common people who smile with joy after eating a bowl of hot porridge, from nature to humanities, from farmers wearing jackets and shorts to the lonely smoke-filled mountains covered with snow...

If these hundred pieces of paper were carefully arranged, they would come to life as a lively and powerful Wei Dynasty.

It's like...like a fragmented, enlarged version of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival", with more mountains, rivers, and more openings and closings than "Along the River During the Qingming Festival".

Xianjin held the pile of drawing paper in both hands and suddenly realized what she could make as tribute paper.

Xianjin turned around and looked at Baige Hall.

"Bang--" The four windows of Baige Hall closed tightly at the same time.

Xianjin:...

The source of Qiao Hui's duplicity, meanness and soft-heartedness has also been found!

Xianjin turned around and asked someone to bring a bamboo basket and a brown paper bag with great care. He wrapped it in three layers, stepped out of the Chen family's house, turned around and handed the bamboo basket to Shou Tou Tuo, one of the veterans of the Jixi workshop who came to work as a secretary, and said, "Change it for two well-fed mules. I want to go to Zhanghe Village in Xiaxi Town."

The thin monk nodded quickly, "It's getting dark, why don't we go back to the Jixi workshop to rest for a while?"

Rest? There is no such word in the dictionary of billionaires!

There are only two words in the billionaire's dictionary - time is money!

Xianjin turned the southeast alley of the Chen family's residence and entered an empty alley where people were waiting for the mule cart. Just as he was about to speak, a cold, sharp object pressed against his waist.

"If you want to live, don't talk!"

The voice behind me sounded familiar. It belonged to a middle-aged man, with a hint of madness.

"Back off! Back off to the back of the alley!" The man thrust his knife hand inward, the tip of the knife almost sinking into the flesh, and said in a suppressed and frantic voice, "Tell your guys to get out!"

No need for her to call.

The unloyal secretary Shou Tou Tuo screamed, then turned around and ran away without any reluctance.

Xianjin: ...On the importance of direct lineage.