Chapter 264: I’m catching up with you!

"Young Master is back, I'm paying homage."

After the maids and maids who came out to greet each other, they all squatted neatly. After saying that, they stood up again. Hong Yi took a look at them. All of them were smart. Although they were not particularly beautiful, they were all very pretty and not very old. They were only between fifteen and twenty years old, and they were obviously carefully selected.

"Although we can't exchange too much greetings, so many maids, maids, and servants are too wasteful. You should know that the seven or eight hundred people in the Marquis of Wu Wen's mansion are simple in the capital, and the annual expenses are also 200,000 to 300,000 taels of silver."

While Hong Yi was thinking about it, an old man with a big iron pipe with a straight waist, dressed in bright clothes, blushed, and had no old temper at all.

This old man is Chen Tianyang.

"Dad." After seeing Chen Tianyang come out, Chen Tiezhu shouted happily.

"Xiao Mu, there is nothing wrong with the young master? I heard that he made contributions in the naval battle. I read the young master's name in the newspaper copied by the Ministry of War."

Chen Tianyang saw that Chen Tiezhu had nothing to do, so he nodded and asked Xiao Mu again. Looking at Xiao Mu's expression, a happy smile appeared on his face, and then said, "Young Master, let's go into the villa. Miss Murong has just returned from the city and heard that the young master is back and dressing up."

"Okay! Tianyang, you tell me to arrange more rooms. These are my confidants. From now on, there will be people with status in the villa." Hong Yi nodded and ordered: "Tiezhu, take some precious medicinal materials you prepared for Tianyang for me to the room."

"Okay, you, you, go over two maids to help the young master's confidant clean the room, pack up clothes, prepare things, order the kitchen, hold a banquet, and welcome the young master."

It seemed that the butler Chen Tianyang had done a good job. He ordered it without any leakage, which made Hong Yi nodded in his heart.

Chen Tianyang is old, and Hong Yi did not take him to the battlefield. It was because he had been traveling around the world for most of his life and he also took a break and Rong Yang. It seems that Rong Yang is well raised now, and Hong Yi is also very pleased with this situation.

At present, Mr. Zhou, Lei Lie, Wen Feiyan, Shanqiu and others have all gone to rest. These days they stayed at night and used tents. Although there was no shortage of supplies, it was not convenient to take a bath or something. Now I finally returned to Green Willow Villa and should also adjust and restore my tense spirit.

Even though they are the most innate masters, they are still very tired after running for many days.

Although these people were all subdued by Hong Yi, they have followed Hong Yi wholeheartedly. They were originally betrayed by Prince He, and they were still a little nervous. However, as Hong Yi became stronger day by day and even surpassed life and death, they were no longer afraid of Prince He.

The sky fell, and with Hong Yi, the big ghost immortal, what else are you afraid of?

Green Willow Villa has really changed its appearance and has been expanded twice as big. It is full of cedar wood houses, carved railings, curtains everywhere, and the yard on the ground is also clean bluestone slabs. The corridors of the yard are covered with shiny wood floors. The floors are covered with snow-white carpets. Although they are not the extremely expensive "alpaca" wool, they are also the wool from the Western Regions.

It’s really a pavilion with three steps and five steps, and the room is even more twists and turns.

There were also motionless servants standing in every corner.

It is both quiet and full of popularity. In some corners, large cauldrons are burned. The cauldrons are covered with charcoal and are taken care of by servants, so the servants standing are not cold at all. However, unlike the governor's mansion of Shuiyang Province, those soldiers are required to stand in the cold wind and rain.

"Tianyang, how much did Murong Yan spend in total this expansion?" Hong Yi looked at all and asked Chen Tianyang beside him. If Chen Tianyang hadn't led the way, he would have almost never known his home.

"It's about 130,000 taels of silver." Chen Tianyang said honestly.

"So much? So now our Green Willow Villa has so many slaves, servants, maids, and maids, how much does it cost per month?" Hong Yi asked again.

"In our Luliu Village, there are now 253 maids, fifty warriors in the courtyard guards, and 223 male servants who do miscellaneous work, a total of 526 people, each with a monthly calendar of 2 taels of silver, plus rewards, sacrifices, entertaining guests, eating and drinking during the holidays, etc., now during the winter, more than 500 people have spent a lot of cotton coats and firewood, and a month costs about 4,000 taels and 50,000 taels a year." Chen Tianyang is worthy of being a housekeeper for a long time, and the detailed accounts are settled clearly and clearly.

"Fifty thousand a year? Good-nice, this is simply unimaginable. If I hadn't obtained the huge wealth in the Qiankun cloth bag of the Great Chan Temple, I would have probably been selling those three Tao Shen ships soon."

When Hong Yi heard that he would cost at least 50,000 taels a year, he felt a little astonished.

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

"It's not all Murong Yan pays the money, right? I remember she is a money fan and she's a stingy person."

However, Hong Yi led his troops to fight and knew that it was difficult to manage his family. The bigger the family, the greater the expenses. He either wanted money here or where he wanted money.

Even people like Hong Xuanji, the huge mansion of Marquis Wu Wen, need money from Mrs. Zhao's family to be able to operate the expenses. With Hong Xuanji's salary and manor income, they cannot be maintained at all.

With his own suspicion, Hong Yi walked through a long corridor and several portals and walked into the wing room on the south side.

As soon as I entered the wing room, a warm atmosphere came.

In the wing room, in the exquisitely casted large white copper basin, there was a burning of animal charcoal without any smoke. Several large bronze tripods on all sides burned spices. The carpet on the ground was even white and flat, with a kind of exotic palace atmosphere.

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

Beside her, an old man with a white beard and white hair, a ponytail whip was tied up behind her, and a wide dress was covered with eyes, her eyes were so bright and light, and her breath was restrained. She was obviously a master of boxing, and she was the kind of master of spirit and flesh.

Hong Yi also recognized this person as Chi Zhuiyang's master, named Uncle Gan.

"Hong Yi, you are back! Where is our deal? I also saw the mansion report, in the court," Murong Yan saw Hong Yi walk in, and stretched out his hand carelessly, still the original proud and greedy look.

"It's easy to say." Hong Yi raised his hand and shot a long blood-red line at Murong Yan, who was caught by Murong Yan.

"Well. I've made a profit in this business. Bloody steel, bloody steel." After getting the bloody steel needle, Murong Yan looked at it happily, and then escaped his soul into it, trying to use the bloody steel needle to walk around in the air.

However, Uncle Gan, the martial arts master beside Murong Yan, had his eyelids moving, and then he seemed to be thinking about something.

"Hey, Miss... Just now, his soul thought was a pure yang aura, not that kind of deep yin. What's going on?"

As a master of martial arts, he feels very sensitive to the surrounding airflow, cold wind and warm wind.

"Yes, huh? How could your thoughts be so warm! It's not deep! This... impossible! How could it be... you have survived the thunder tribulation? How could it be? You have become a ghost immortal? Have you survived the thunder tribulation? Heaven..."

Murong Yan is a high disciple of Xuantian Pavilion. She has practiced Taoism to the level of manifestation and is quite profound. In addition, she has a deep understanding of Taoism. She just immersed in the joy of getting bloody steel, but did not pay attention. Now that she pays attention, she suddenly recalls it, and her soul immediately returns to her position, controls her body, and then looks at Hong Yi, as if she sees a ghost, and stutters.

"Well, Zhuiyang? You have actually reached the level of a master! What kind of kung fu have you practiced? The qi and blood are so thick! What medicine have you taken?"

Then, Uncle Gan saw Chi Zhuiyang standing at the door again.

"Master, Miss."

Chi Zhuiyang hurriedly walked in, bowed his body, and then looked at Hong Yi. Hong Yi nodded slightly before he spoke: "Young Master is now a master of thunder tribulation. His magic power is in the sky and earth, and he transcends life and death. I received the gift of the young master, took the Yuanpin Heavenly Bead, and many spiritual medicines, and even practiced the secret of Dragon Elephant Seal to practice marrow, and then I practiced the realm of a great master."

"impossible!"

Uncle Gan's hair trembled slightly, and his eyes stared at Hong Yi: "Master of Thunder Tribulation! Even the three national masters of our Yunmeng Kingdom and the two masters of Xuantian Pavilion have not reached this level! Even the marshal of Tiefutu and Bi Shihua have not reached this level! Our entire Yunmeng has reached this level, no more than five people! If you reach this level, you will already be proud of the world..."

The master of thunder tribulation is already a proud existence in the world.

"Oh? There are five thunder tribulation masters in the Yunmeng Empire? I thought there were only three of the Peacock King Xingxuan, the Heavenly Snake King Xingye, and the Xuantian Pavilion Master. There are actually other ones? There are indeed many masters in the world."

Hong Yi smiled slightly, put his hand on, and shook his eyes to cover Uncle Gan.

Boom!

Uncle Gan only felt that when Hong Yi was in his hand, a overwhelming pressure wrapped around him from all sides of the sky and the ground, wrapping him into an eggshell!

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

Hong Yi loosened his hand and thumped it! Uncle Gan turned somersaults in the air, landed steadily on the ground, and moved his body and snatched it at Hong Yi at an incredibly fast speed.

"Will you fight in close combat?" As Hong Yi spoke, his wrist moved and used a "thunder arc" like lightning, killing Uncle Gan with one move.

"Thunder Prison Sword Sutra? Zhenwu Holy Body! Zhenwu Fist Intention! Why, why are you a master of Taoism, but you condensed the martial arts intention! Could it be that you have understood the realm of inability to be thoughtless?" Uncle Gan said in horror.

"Oh? Do you also know the realm of being unable to do without thoughts?" Hong Yi said in surprise. He did not expect that Uncle Gan knew a lot.

"Miss, you're right! With the help of Mr. Hong Yi, hum! Those old guys and those playboys in the entire Murong family can only be given to the lady to lick their boots!" Uncle Gan knelt down on one knee and said to Murong Yan: "Miss, Mr. Hong Yi played me in his palm with one thought. My qi and blood could not shake a little of my soul. Mr. Hong Yi was the ghost immortal who had survived the thunder tribulation. This is one of the peerless masters in the world!"

"So it's true?" Murong Yan opened her mouth wide, as if a fish was out of the water, stunned.

"What's going on?" Hong Yi heard the clues in his words and asked. The strength he showed this time was to shock Murong Yan on the one hand. After all, the other party was Yun Meng's man. The situation was a bit complicated. He showed his super strength and could shock anyone who dared not act rashly.

"It's no big deal. I have convicted the family. Humph, those old people in the family will send me out after they have defeated the war, saying that they are going to be the maid of the champion Hou and sent it to the army to spy on information. Who knows what the outcome is? Naturally, I can't stand it, so I quietly rolled up my private money and lived in Green Lane Villa. I won't go back!" Murong Yan snorted coldly: "Otherwise, how could I use more than 100,000 yuan to repair the house in the village?"

"Is the champion again?" Hong Yi frowned when he heard this.

However, the champion Hou fought against Yunmeng on the frontier, and actually beat the noble families to give up their family women to reconcile. It was very fierce.

However, as Murong Yan, a woman who was sent to the army, it would definitely be a miserable end. There is no need to think about this. Although her Taoist skills are good, how could she spy on information around a person like Champion Hou? I'm afraid it was also the result of being played with.

"Hong Yi, I see this Green Willow Villa, so I will take care of it. You have actually cultivated into the Thunder Tribulation Ghost Immortal! This is simply the supreme existence. Even Emperor Yunmeng can ignore it. I want to climb up to you." Murong Yan looked at Hong Yi, restrained her pride, and was silent for a while before speaking.

Hong Yi frowned even more when he heard this. He thought in his heart and asked, "How can you climb up?" As soon as he said that, he suddenly felt a little abrupt, so he changed his mouth and said, "It's good to come and manage Green Willow Villa anyway. Now that I'm back to Yujing, there are still many things to do. By the way, since you have left your family, how many people and money are there under your command? What is the form of Yujing City now? Let me listen?"

While speaking, Hong Yi's eyes set on the table and piles of thick newspapers. At the same time, his thoughts entered the small world of Qiankun cloth bag.

"How come these residence newspapers are engraved? I remember that some of the imperial court's residence newspapers were hand-written? Who spent so much effort to carve a wooden board to print the residence newspaper?"
Chapter completed!