Inheriting a Taoist temple, the story begins with Wu Zetian offering incense.

Chapter 334 Big Data Navigation: A Look! [Seeking Monthly Tickets]

Wang Mang's words immediately made Zhang's almond-shaped eyes widen:
"What does your godfather want with her?"

Liu Ao and Xu Meiren also looked like they were watching the show, forgetting to even eat the freshly baked mutton pies.

Fearing a severe beating from his adoptive father, Wang Mang quickly said:

"My godfather said that this person is a maidservant chosen by the gods. If we can send her over, the immortal will bestow many important resources upon our Han Dynasty, helping us to sweep away our decline and rise again."

Hearing that it wasn't about indulging in pleasure, Zhang was relieved. Luckily, Chen Tang wasn't there, otherwise her waist would definitely be bruised... Daring to covet people from the palace, isn't that just courting death!

As the crown prince, Liu Ao possessed a strong sense of ownership:

"Tomorrow morning, I will go to the palace to pay my respects to the Empress Dowager and tell her that the musicians in the Eastern Palace are all mediocre. I hope that Mother will transfer one or two pipa masters from the palace. If it is really Wang Qiang, let her live in the Eastern Palace and wait for Master to return before making a decision."

Wang Mang asked:

"What about Consort Fu, who bullied her? How should we handle this?"

Liu Ao took a bite of the mutton pie and instantly came up with a solution:

"After Father Emperor passes away, let her be buried with him... If she likes to bully others, let her bully them to the very end!"

While we were talking about Wang Qiang, Zhou Yi drove into Hunyuan Palace on Yunwu Mountain, facing the setting sun.

After he got out of the car, he put the newly bought clothes back in the room, while Wu Meiniang took out a bunch of claw machines and various cartoon dolls from the car.

Today, Zhou Yi accompanied her to the children's amusement park, where they played the claw machine and the basketball shooting machine... Since Samurai Go's death ten years ago, Her Majesty the Empress has never experienced this feeling of being cared for and pampered.

Unlike a father's love, Zhou Yi's gentleness carries a strong sense of security. As long as she is near him, Wu Meiniang has a pillar of support and reliance in her heart. Even if the sky were to fall, she would not have to worry about being hurt. She could simply be a little woman in his arms.

After putting away the various dolls, Wu Meiniang opened the small candied hawthorn skewers she had bought before coming. Each skewer contained two hawthorns, five skewers for two yuan. She tasted the ones with red bean paste filling and found them quite delicious. She then went to Zhou Yi's room and fed him the remaining hawthorn skewer, who was reading a black notebook.
"This candied hawthorn with red bean paste filling is quite special, please try it, Immortal Master."

Zhou Yi put the food in his mouth and continued looking at the notes that flashed on the black notebook:

[Li Jing announces the policy of exterminating the Goguryeo clan, merit +30]

I read the Book of Changes three times, even though it was just a short sentence.

Li Weigong's policy represented a major shift in the Tang Dynasty's policy towards foreign ethnic groups. In the past, the policy was to exterminate the imperial family and spare the common people, respecting their customs and giving them preferential treatment. Now, Li Weigong changed this system.

The simple act of annihilating the entire Goguryeo people signifies that from this moment on, the Goguryeo people will become history in the Zhenguan era. Perhaps a few hundred years later, they will become a hypothetical enemy in the poems of Central Plains literati, just like Loulan.

The Tang Dynasty has been established for over twenty years. It's a little late to turn back now, but it's not beyond redemption. As long as the customs, history, culture, and so on of the surrounding foreign tribes are all changed, the situation of being repeatedly attacked by foreign tribes, as seen in the late Tang Dynasty, will not occur again.

Having obeyed the court his whole life, he suddenly became rebellious in his old age... It seems that after Li Weigong received the token, he gradually awakened his true self. I wonder if it was Li Tianwang, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King, exerting his influence.

When Liu Che learned that he had a lifespan of seventy years, his first thought was to test it by jumping off a building. It is estimated that Li Weigong had the same idea.

Since we're gods, let's go all out and give it a shot. Even if we make mistakes, we can correct them again when we get back to heaven.

"What is the immortal master pondering?"

Seeing Zhou Yi staring silently at the notebook, Wu Meiniang assumed something had happened and immediately transformed from a gentle woman back into a ruthless empress.

The Book of Changes says:

"Li Jing is going to exterminate the Goguryeo people. From now on, Silla and Baekje on the peninsula should also be wiped out."

Exterminating the clan is a good thing, but it's already July in Li Jing's territory. In three more months, it will be unbearably cold. Without sufficient winter supplies, the Tang soldiers will find it difficult to achieve anything.

Wu Meiniang sat down next to Zhou Yi, frowning as she analyzed:
"The attack on Goguryeo involves a total of 40,000 soldiers. If we wholesale some cotton-padded coats and send them over, it should be enough before winter arrives... But are cotton-padded coats easy to buy? Didn't that Senior Han say we shouldn't buy things online these days?"

Zhou Yi also remembered the blind man's reminder, but not providing support was not an option either. Most of the soldiers going to Goguryeo this time were from Guanzhong and had never experienced the cold of Northeast China. If they did not take precautions against the cold, there was a possibility of large-scale casualties.

Wu Meiniang pondered for a moment, then opened the drawer next to her desk, took out a business card, and placed it in front of Zhou Yi:

"How about we process it directly in town instead of buying it online?"

Zhou Yi glanced at it and saw that it was the business card of Aixiang Bedding Processing Factory. It was given to him by Song Aixiang, the owner of the factory, when he ordered quilts for Wu Meiniang and others last time.

I never expected that after all this time, Mei Niang would still remember.

Zhou Yi thought this was a good choice. He suggested that Song Aixiang help with the processing, which would not only boost the town's economy but also avoid being monitored online.

He dialed the number on the business card and inquired about making cotton-padded coats from Song Aixiang:
"Mr. Song, this is Xiao Yi. I'm planning to order 10,000 military overcoats. Can you make them?"

Song Aixiang was suddenly stunned by this huge order:
“It’s definitely possible to do it, but the cost of 10,000 military overcoats is not low. Xiao Yi, you’re not kidding me, are you?”

Zhou Yi said, “It has been exactly one hundred days since my grandfather passed away. I want to make ten thousand military overcoats to give to people in need as a good deed and to accumulate merit for my grandfather. If you can do it, I won’t bother anyone else.”

This reason was irrefutable, and Song Aixiang immediately said:

“I’m driving up the mountain now, we’ll sign an agreement, and then I’ll get the materials and start processing them overnight.”

Zhou Yi, realizing he hadn't had dinner yet, said:
"I'll come find you and give you part of the deposit."

He and Wu Meiniang drove down the mountain to the Yunwu Town Industrial Park, found Song Aixiang, and signed a processing agreement for 10,000 military overcoats. The overcoats were divided into three sizes, for people who are 1.6 meters, 1.7 meters, and 1.8 meters tall, and had to be thick enough.

Song Aixiang contacted the upstream material factory and gave Zhou Yi a minimum break-even price. Zhou Yi readily paid a prepayment of 200,000 yuan, urging Song Aixiang to speed up the process.

If things go quickly, he might add more.

After leaving the industrial park, Zhou Yi took Wu Meiniang to eat a pot of potato noodles.

While eating, he suddenly realized that his online shopping account might be monitored by big data analytics. He then had a flash of inspiration, opened a wholesale website, and typed in the following:

"Is there any kind soul who can donate 40,000 cotton-padded coats to me?!"

After entering the information, he clicked "confirm," and a list of cotton-padded coats appeared, most of which were military coats.

Wu Meiniang glanced at it and asked in confusion:
"Can this find cheap items?"

Zhou Yi shook his head:

"I'm just baiting the area; whether I'll catch any fish is another matter."

After saying that, he put away his phone and settled down to eat his clay pot potato noodles.

Meanwhile, in the office of the Yiyang City Feng Shui Association, the blind man was chatting and smoking with Uncle Ming when his assistant answered a phone call and whispered something in the blind man's ear.

The blind man's hand, which was smoking, trembled slightly.
"That brat has really learned 99% of what that bastard Zhou Banxian did. He doesn't even ask for help properly, instead he tries to bait me into taking the bait... I should have known better than to monitor his big data."

Uncle Ming asked with a smile:

"What's wrong? Did Xiao Yi upset you again?"

The blind man angrily stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray:

"Suddenly demanding 40,000 cotton-padded coats... How many people are there on the mountain? Are they planning to dress up the wild grass on the mountain?"

Uncle Ming believes that what the I Ching requires is not important; what matters is whether one can gain good fortune.

"How about I buy it and donate it to him? No matter what he uses it for, as long as he doesn't cause any damage, we elders should support him."

The blind man plans to study the I Ching:

"It's not worth much. I'll buy it myself. I'll personally deliver it to your door and get my abacus back... It's been twenty years. I should at least be able to touch it before I die, right?"

These words sounded extremely heartbreaking, and Uncle Ming even felt sorry for the blind man... The renowned Golden Eagle Master in the martial arts world was so humble in front of the Zhou family grandfather and grandson.

The blind man was quite good at comforting himself:

"I'm alright, at least I have something to look forward to. But that famous fortune teller from Lingnan is in a terrible state. The fortune sticks that his family had nurtured in front of the God of Wealth for generations were all snatched away by that bastard Zhou Banxian, leaving not even the bamboo tubes behind... I heard that his family immigrated abroad in a fit of anger, and now I wonder which Chinatown they're in to swindle people."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Ming recalled the bamboo sticks in the God of Wealth Hall of Hunyuan Palace:
"I've seen those bamboo skewers before; they seemed to have a lot of spiritual energy. You actually stole them from someone else? Senior Zhou is too... too ruthless, isn't he?"

Upon hearing this, the blind man became even more eager to go to Hunyuan Palace. He instructed his assistant to gather 60,000 cotton-padded coats and, once they arrived, to send them directly to Hunyuan Palace by semi-trailer, to teach that brat who was entrapping law enforcement a lesson.

After discussing this matter, Uncle Ming reported to the blind man:

"That big idiot Song Jingang is going abroad at the end of the month to rescue people in the Myawaddy area. I don't know who publicized his righteous indignation, but several parents have come to his door. This morning he posted his direct flight ticket to Bangkok in the group."

Upon hearing the name Bangkok, the blind man began to perform hand gestures and deduce the location, a playful smile appearing on his face:
"Good heavens, in the next few months, that brat Zhou Yi will meet up with Song Jingang in a foreign country. It's a pity I don't have a divination board, so I can't predict the future in more detail... I have a feeling that when that kid goes abroad, he'll cause quite a stir!"

Uncle Ming is trying to ride on someone else's coattails again:

Can I go with them?

"No, something unexpected will happen once you leave Yiyang... Don't bother young people all the time, elders like that will be disliked."

Uncle Ming: "..."

Is it considered distasteful for elders to be fishing at the spots set up by young people?

(End of this chapter)