August 12, the tenth year of the Xuanli calendar.
In Guanyun City of Wu Dynasty, on the Star-Picking Terrace on the back mountain of Jinghu Villa.
Official Fu was wearing a linen robe and lazily lying on a chair, holding a glass of wine in his hand, quietly looking at the moon in the sky.
Zhou Tongtong sat across from him, looking at Official Fu's face in the quiet moonlight, and suddenly asked in a low voice: "Your Majesty, are you missing home?"
"Why……"
Official Fu shifted his chubby body in his chair. "Tongtong, it's almost Mid-Autumn Festival again. My son, Xiaoguan, is currently in that haunted place on Wofeng Road... Oh, by the way, have you finished handing over the 100,000 Red Guards to Bai Yulian?"
Zhou Tongtong seemed to be familiar with the leaps in Officer Fu's thinking. He bowed and replied, "It's done. All 100,000 Red Guards have been handed over to Bai Yulian."
Officer Fu nodded slightly, "Where did that kid take the team?"
"Doufang Mountain, three hundred miles away from Guanyun City."
Official Fu nodded again and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp. "Have you figured out the Guanyun City branch of Sitong Bank?"
"Your Majesty, we are open for business on the tenth day of August."
"Have the merchants of the Wu Dynasty figured out the stock market?"
Zhou Tongtong hesitated for a moment. "Many businessmen have inquired about this. I have also printed out the lecture notes that Your Highness gave at the Jixia Academy. Also, according to Your Majesty's wishes, those commercial laws have also been implemented in the Wu Dynasty. Businessmen are quite enthusiastic, but so far, no one has applied to the Sifang Building to issue stocks..."
He paused and looked at Official Fu. "The spies from the Tianji Pavilion reported that the merchants are waiting for Your Highness's return. They say that if Your Highness ascends the throne, they will definitely participate enthusiastically."
Official Fu was stunned. "So this means you don't believe me?"
"That's... that's what I mean. After all, since His Majesty ascended the throne, he has always followed Your Highness's lead. So..." Zhou Tongtong added thoughtfully, "Those merchants really don't understand Your Majesty very well, but they know Your Highness better. This leads them to trust Your Highness even more and they'd rather wait another three years."
Zhou Tongtong carefully observed Fu Daguan's expression, worried that he might get angry. However, Fu Daguan's chubby face was so full of smiles that his eyes were invisible.
"That's the only way, Tongtong. That kid is stubborn. Only when the Wu Dynasty is about to fall behind the Yu Dynasty, and when the voices of the merchants and people of the Wu Dynasty grow louder and louder, will he have a chance to come back. And then... I can leave this damn place and live happily with my little grandson."
Zhou Tongtong stood up, twisting the wine jug, and poured a glass for Official Fu. He said with a smile, "If we really wait three years, wouldn't His Majesty be bringing along a bunch of little grandchildren?"
Official Fu liked what he heard. He laughed heartily, "I just wonder if Nangong Piaoxue and the others will take the initiative. Sigh... that kid is still a little dull."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly jumped to another question, "Tongtong, how many people have migrated from the eight states of Nancang to the six states of Beixiao?"
"Your Majesty, the total population is over 800,000."
Official Fu frowned and calculated with his fingers, "It's still not enough. We need to relocate another 800,000 people... and continue buying land in the eight states of Nancang!"
Zhou Tongtong was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Your Majesty, what do you mean...the six states of Beixiao are a barren land. I'd like to ask, what's the point of moving so many people there?"
Official Fu chuckled and drank the wine in his glass. "That's not a barren land! It's a treasure land. When my son returns, he will surely be amazed at his father's actions."
Zhou Tongtong didn't understand, and there was nothing he could do unless Official Fu explained.
Listening to what His Majesty said now, he spent a huge sum of money to purchase the eight states of Nancang, and his real intention was to immigrate.
This is a good thing, but if another 800,000 people are moved there, plus the original 6 million people in the six states of Beixiao, the population will be about 8 million.
The six states of Beixiao are said to be larger than the eight states of Nancang, but their farmland is barely enough to support a population of eight million - at least half of that place is barren desert!
So Zhou Tongtong had to remind Fu Daguan: "Your Majesty, there are too many people. I'm afraid they won't have enough to eat in the six states of Beixiao."
Official Fu was silent for a moment, then nodded. "I am a little anxious. I will deal with this matter after I return."
Zhou Tongtong's heart was at ease, and she changed the subject to another matter. "Jia Nanxing retired and became a doorman at the Ding'an Marquis's residence. He mentioned in his letter that the Duke had blown up the Confucius Temple, and the treasures of the Chen Dynasty disappeared..."
Zhou Tongtong looked at the chubby face of Official Fu again and continued, "Then His Highness went to the Taoist temple, but the abbot, Su Changsheng, happened to be out. His Highness initially suspected Su Changsheng, and then seemed to suspect His Majesty."
Official Fu's face was very calm, as if he was listening to something that had nothing to do with him.
"You also suspect that I did it?"
Zhou Tongtong grinned, "Your Majesty spent 120 million taels of real gold and silver to buy those properties!"
Mr. Fu sat up straight, put down his wine glass, put his hands in his sleeves, and touched the letter that Mr. Fu had delivered to him five days ago.
"Emperor Xuan tricked me, and now my five concubines and five children are still left in his Yu Dynasty. I also tricked him, so this is even, but..."
Official Fu laughed. "But forget about those immortal matters. They're in the past. Don't be curious. Keep a close eye on Wofeng Road. Don't let anything happen to me!"
"I don't know..."
Zhou Tongtong took out a piece of paper from his sleeve pocket and placed it on the table. "Your Majesty, the Yu Dynasty is currently vigorously searching for the whereabouts of the treasure. The words on this paper were copied from the bottom of the Confucius Temple. Your Majesty... This handwriting seems familiar to me. May I ask..."
Official Fu suddenly frowned, his expression suddenly cold, "Zhou Tongtong!"
Zhou Tongtong was horrified. He fell to his knees with a thud. His face turned pale in an instant and his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.
"Your Highness, damn it!"
Official Fu stood up, his chubby body as heavy as a mountain.
He took two steps with his hands behind his back, then looked up at the bright moon in the sky. "If it weren't for the favor you showed me during the bloody incident at Shili Pinghu thirteen years ago, I would have killed you!"
"Get up... I tell you clearly, the treasure is indeed in my hands, but I am only keeping it temporarily. This matter ends here. Do not mention it in front of anyone, not even a lowly official!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty! I will keep this matter to myself from now on!"
"Okay, it's not a big deal. Go ahead and I'll sit for a while."
"Your Majesty, I will take my leave!"
Zhou Tongtong had a close call with death. He returned to Tianji Pavilion and drank all night before he dispelled the murderous aura that had invaded his heart.
Meanwhile, Mr. Fu was still sitting on the Star Picking Platform. He took out the letter written by Mr. Fu again, but with a warm look on his face, he read it very seriously.
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