The Great Seminary

Chapter 340 Black and White Are Indistinguishable

Despite his restraint, no black fluid gushed from Zhang Gui's scalp.

However, whenever the main god is in operation, there will be abnormalities. Therefore, his eyes, nose, mouth and ears still show faint mycelium, and upon closer inspection, he does not look like an ordinary person.

Sun Zhenbao, who was talking non-stop, sometimes with a cat face and sometimes with a dog face, suddenly felt the "crafted" sword "Jia Baize" that he was always standing on begin to tremble slightly.

A shiver ran through her, but her expression instantly returned to its initial amiable smile. She then gently clapped her hands and changed the subject.
"Master Zhang is truly a wise and insightful person. He spoke so clearly and plainly, while I'm the one who's trying to get by."

As a new owner of the goods, you really don't need to care who the previous owner was.

Haha, ignore it.

It was already close to 9:00 AM.

Just then, Old Xu from the car rental company arrived in his flying boat, landing near Zhang Gui.

Sun Zhenbao seized the opportunity to say:
"Oh, Zhang Zhuangzi, has your rented flying boat arrived?"

Then you may go ahead with your business; I'll take my leave now.

It's fine if we, as neighbors, remain close in the future.

He cupped his hands in greeting to Zhang Gui, then mounted his sword and soared into the sky as if fleeing, disappearing from sight as fast as a shooting star.

His initiative to back down immediately calmed Zhang Gui's agitation.

He took the opportunity to close his eyes, clear his mind, and after an unknown amount of time, he finally regained control of his restless mind.

"Old Xu, you're here."

Opening his eyes, Zhang Gui saw Old Xu already standing beside him, peering around expectantly, waiting for instructions. He greeted him and asked somewhat abruptly:
"Can you eat millet all the time?"

Old Xu was taken aback and then spoke the truth:

"In Poyuan City, the Northern Sect of the Three Holy Swords—no, I should say the entire 'Dungeon World,' who doesn't eat millet and dream of wealth?"

However, the official price of one tael of pure gold and three taels, three cents, and three cents of 'full' millet rice is something that ordinary people like us cannot afford.

Each month, they would buy only one or two cents' worth of millet, which they would mix with regular millet and steam into small buns.

It's just a few short "moon dreams".

Even so, I feel refreshed and energetic every day, and I feel like I have a purpose in life.

"Really?" Zhang Gui thought for a moment and then asked, "Have you ever eaten millet on its own?"

“This is a habit that only wealthy cultivators like you have,” Old Xu chuckled. “But I learned it a few times from a few of my companions when I was young.”

It feels like drinking strong liquor, speaking without restraint, but without getting a dry mouth or headache, which is not bad.

But it's far inferior to a pipe dream, and it's really not worth the price.

I never did it again.

"Young master, you're not planning to grow millet on the estate, are you? The capital required is extremely high."

"Isn't it just a matter of using the fresh brains of the Hundred Earth Demon Clans as fertilizer?" Zhang Gui chuckled.

"Actually, if it's self-produced and self-sold, it won't be much more expensive."

But this kind of thing still needs to be considered carefully.

Let's go to Poyuan City first and buy enough supplies to build the manor.

Oh, and I must thank you properly for taking care of me last night.

As he spoke, he pulled a plump five-tael gold ingot from his sleeve and placed it in Old Xu's hand.

"It's just a small token of my appreciation. Let's set off now."

"Thank you for your generous gift, young master. Thank you for your generous gift, young master."

I will get you to the city quickly and safely.

One tael of gold at the 'Three Holy Swords Northern Sect' mountain gate could be exchanged for twenty-five taels of silver.

As a skilled boatman who was adept at maneuvering flying boats, Old Xu was considered to have a considerable income among ordinary people, but he only earned twenty taels of silver per month.

Zhang Gui casually tipped him a sum equivalent to more than half a year's wages.

Old Xu naturally showed immense gratitude, his initial feigned politeness transforming into genuine flattery. "In the previous life, in a high-tech civilization, the common people believed, 'Earn three thousand a month, and the boss is your adopted son.'"
He earns 30,000 a month, and his boss is his sworn brother.
"He earns 100,000 a month, and the boss is his godfather."

The extraordinary world of this lifetime is also like this.

But that makes sense.

No matter how brilliant and powerful you are, you can't make someone gain an extra ounce of flesh.

At most, you'll feel excited when you meet them, but afterwards it's nothing special. It's more practical to have a couple more coins in your pocket.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Gui had a thought flash through his mind, and let Lao Xu excitedly climb onto the roof of the airship, bowing and scraping as he opened the cabin door for him.

She said softly, "I know that if I don't let you do it this time, you won't feel at ease taking that gold ingot."

But it doesn't have to be like this next time.

He leaped into the cabin.
A moment later, the airship slowly rose into the air and flew towards Poyuan City.
Time flew by, and more than twenty days passed in the blink of an eye.

The Fugui Manor in the 'Suburban Standard Eleven' of Poyuan City has finally been completely renovated.

Although for some unspeakable reasons, Zhang Gui's recruitment of tenants, farmhands, or guards did not go very smoothly.

But since ancient times, wherever there are people, there has always been the saying, "Money can make the devil turn the millstone, and the richer you are, the more the millstone can turn the devil!"
By offering substantial discounts and additional funds, he managed to gain a foothold in the market.

This got Zhuangzi starting to function.
August arrived in the blink of an eye.

The summer heat in Poyuan City, near the mountain gate of the "Three Holy Swords Northern Sect" in the underground world, is gradually dissipating.

If it's raining in the early morning, it even has a touch of autumnal desolation.

However, the inland sea region of the Eastern Continent remains as domineering as ever due to the 'Ape Wind'.

The heat and humidity are unbearable from morning till night, all twelve hours of the day.

In the early morning, a cool breeze gently caressed the Fugui Manor.

Having been transported back to the underground realm from the human world, Zhang Gui strolled out of the secret realm and came outdoors, stretching comfortably.

Yesterday lasted a whole day and night.

He ran to the outskirts of Siyang County, Dongyuehai Province, in the Southern Kingdom of Ming Song, and secretly watched the owner of the most powerful artifact in the Eastern Continent, 'Xugaotianyuan'.

The earthly divine son of Amaterasu, the Emperor of the Kingdom of Eiri, Naruto no Kogetsu, personally led a large army on a campaign.

They swept through the entire territory of Siyang County with unstoppable momentum.

The former Ming-Song Kui Wang, now the new Emperor Longtai, sent a garrison commander who was utterly defeated.

None of the officers and soldiers seemed to be putting their hearts and souls into it.

It's remarkable that the Japanese resurrected the Ming Dynasty's Prince Song Guozhen as a puppet, turning a "national war" into a "struggle for the throne."

"When two countries are at war, in a life-or-death situation, it is the traitors who 'let the water go'."

In the battle for the throne, even if we let things slide, it's like "the meat rotting in the pot."

It gives people a feeling that it is unimportant.

In addition, the story of "Prince Yan sweeping the north" occurred in the history of the Ming and Song dynasties.

Countless generals who "let the water go" not only did not leave behind a bad reputation, but were instead praised in history.

This is going to be fatal!

Hmph, back then, the emperors of the Ming and Song dynasties forced their historians to use the Spring and Autumn Annals style to whitewash their act of seizing the throne from their nephews as treason and as restoring order.

They insisted on calling 'gray' 'white'.

As a result, the Japanese traitors are now taking advantage of this momentum to turn 'pitch black' into 'pure white'.

Preparing to substitute one thing for another, cleverly seizing the Zhao family's empire, it was truly a boomerang...

The Three Holy Swords Northern Sect had barely taken root in the underground world when a huge wave of turmoil arose in the southern border of the Ming Song Kingdom in the human world.

Zhang Gui is currently shuttling between the two places, and is now pondering the changes in the human world's national situation at his farm in the underground world.

Suddenly, a sword, like a rainbow piercing the sun, flew straight towards them.

(End of this chapter)