Chapter 565: Destroying Other Countries and Profiting Millions

"You're not going to Southeast Asia yourself?" Song Yubai was very surprised.

"Yes, but right now, I need money more."

You can't have your cake and eat it too.

In half a year to a year at most, my father and the King of Yan will take action.

She had to use the money to buy more needed things to support them.

If nothing great comes of it, what is the point of her keeping the money?

If the big thing succeeds, will she still be afraid of having no business in the future?

By then, even if she wanted to become an imperial merchant, it would be easy.

Farming brings tenfold profit, doing business brings a hundredfold profit, and destroying other people's countries brings a thousandfold or ten thousandfold profit.

"What do you need the money for?" Song Yubai asked.

"Guess." Erya raised her eyebrows and smiled, not a single mistake was made. "If you can't guess, just think of it as me going to buy a young man."

Song Yubai: "..."

When scolding yourself, your words are clear and every word is heart-wrenching.

If you ask her something important, she won't say a word.

"Second Master," Erya said with a smile, "I have another piece of news to tell you—"

"Go ahead."

"You wouldn't believe me even if I told you. But I still have to tell you to prove that what I said is true." Arya said slowly, "The sea ban won't be lifted for long. At most, it will be closed again in a year."

Song Yubai: "..."

He really didn't believe this.

Is this maritime ban just like the front door of his house, which can be opened or closed as he pleases?

"You may not believe it, but wait and see if my information is accurate."

"If that's the case," Song Yubai analyzed, "when the maritime ban is lifted again, will the price of ships plummet?"

"Yes, so at that time, I will buy it at a low price again."

"What are you doing with the boat?"

Erya smiled but said nothing.

Of course it was to transport military supplies.

And after the war is over, the maritime ban will be lifted again.

She could make a fortune just by using this information.

However, she made money for the sake of King Yan's great cause.

The time when you can truly earn excess returns after all your hard work is after the world is settled.

Thinking about these things makes one's heart surge.

But she is indeed weak and wants to get Song Yubai to cooperate with her.

Why is it Song Yubai and not someone else?

Because Song Yubai is young, the second son, and ambitious.

Even though they had a good relationship with their brothers, he felt regretful when he thought about not being able to inherit the family business in the future, so he was determined to make a name for himself.

Young people are more courageous.

The old hands can’t do it.

Erya is dragging Song Yubai into the water step by step.

Wow, it feels like I’m trying to lure a good girl into the sea.

Yes, Song Yubai wanted to sleep with her and she wanted to take his money. They each had their own ulterior motives and cooperated happily.

Erya was doing well in Guangzhou Prefecture. Lu Qinniang took Sanya, Liu Jian, Doctor Hu's family, and a dozen followers from Qiongzhou, and carried the coffin northward. It took them two months to reach Changzhou in the northwest.

The team had to stop when they were still several miles away from the Changzhou city gate.

The scene ahead moved even Lu Qiniang, who had experienced many storms.

On both sides of the official road, there were crowds of people kneeling, and there was no end in sight.

There were old soldiers who had left the battlefield for many years, wearing gray and patched military uniforms, with tears in their eyes; there were border residents with dark and weathered faces, bringing their families with them, holding coarse porcelain bowls filled with clear water in their hands.

This is the local etiquette for seeing someone off.

There were more young and strong border soldiers wearing leather armor and carrying scimitars on their waists. They stood in line spontaneously with sad and solemn expressions.

There was no noise, no crying, only the howling of the wind.

Even on the city wall of Changzhou, a flag with the word "Xiao" was hung high, fluttering in the wind.

As the black lacquered coffin slowly passed by, everyone knelt on the side of the road.

Lu Qinniang's tears never stopped.

She was glad that she came to the Northwest.

If she hadn't come, how could she know that Xiao Yan was admired by so many people in the Northwest.

The blood that was shed will never be forgotten.

She took San Ya to return gifts to everyone, and the progress along the way became extremely slow.

Liu Jian followed San Ya, his eyes were red and his nose was full of snot from crying.

But he didn't forget to pull San Ya's sleeve.

San Ya was immersed in this tragic atmosphere and didn't want to pay attention to him.

Her blood was boiling.

But Liu Jian kept pulling her, "Sister, sister."

"Shut up!" San Ya glared at him fiercely, her eyes full of threats.

——If you keep pulling and tugging, I’ll hit you!

But looking at the black mass of Northwestern soldiers and civilians kneeling before him, filled with tears and reverence, an idea grew wildly in Liu Jian's mind -

This is a godsend.

I want my sister to establish her reputation as "Xiao Xingxing" here, in the hometown where my father's soul has returned, in front of thousands of soldiers and civilians who admire my father.

Let everyone see that General Xiao’s heroic spirit has successors.

"Sister, go!" Liu Jian pointed at the "Xiao" battle flag on the city wall, "shoot it down, put it on, and let everyone see who you are!"

San Ya's heart was shocked.

She looked in the direction Liu Jian pointed and saw the huge "Xiao" flag fluttering in the wind on the city wall. Although it was far away, it was extremely clear in her sharp eyes.

She instantly understood Liu Jian's intention - this was not nonsense, this was to make her famous.

An indescribable surge of blood rushed to my head.

"Bow!" San Ya shouted in a low voice.

If someone else heard this, they would definitely not understand, because San Ya had a hunched back.

But Liu Jian understood.

He untied an object wrapped in oilcloth from beside her saddle and quickly opened it - it was a well-maintained, ancient-style, and strong hard bow.

The bow was dark with a cold and hard sheen. It was the old bow that Xiao Yan had used when he was in the northwest.

"Sister, bow!"

San Ya took a deep breath and started to touch the cold bow, as if she felt the power her father had in those days.

She no longer hesitated, jumped onto the horse, and suddenly squeezed the horse's belly -

"drive!"

The majestic warhorse rushed out from the slowly moving funeral procession like an arrow, and in the astonished eyes of the crowd, it galloped along the gap beside the official road towards the Changzhou city gate.

The plain white mourning clothes fluttered violently in the wind, and the girl's slender yet upright figure drew a resolute arc between the vast sky and earth.

"What is she going to do?"

"Who is that?"

The crowd suddenly became agitated.

San Ya turned a deaf ear to the discussions around her.

The only thing in her eyes was the flag with the word "Xiao" flying high.

The distance was rapidly closing, the city wall was magnified in her vision, the wind was whistling in her ears, and she said silently: "Dad, your northwest, here I come!"

She held the reins firmly while galloping, clamped her legs against the horse's belly, and kept her upper body straight.

He held the heavy bow steadily with his left hand, and with his right hand, he gripped the long arrow and put the bowstring on.

Draw the bow!

Her slender arms tensed and she slowly pulled open the hard bow.

In the city and on both sides of the official road, countless soldiers and civilians held their breath, their eyes fixed on the white figure as bright as a full moon, drawing the bow on horseback.

aim!