My lord, spare his life!

"...These are the new coins you minted?" Zhang Yang fell silent as she looked at the plate of freshly minted coins on the table. Even though she hadn't had much contact with the coins in the Homestead side map, she knew that these things with sand holes and flaws couldn't be allowed to enter the market.

Zhang Yang cooperated with the other party to create a master sculpture.

The mother sculpture alone went through seven revisions.

She thought the final version of the master die was already very fine, and the produced mother coins were close to expectations. But why were they so poorly made for mass production? She could tolerate the sand holes and flaws, but the outer teeth on the new coins were uneven and had different numbers of teeth.

"Please forgive me, Your Excellency."

Gongye Hui, the coin minter, broke out in a cold sweat.

Upon seeing the first batch of finished products, she broke out in a cold sweat, wishing she could melt them down and remelt them. Before she could even destroy the evidence, a messenger arrived from the county government, requesting the magistrate's inspection of the new currency. She was forced to meticulously select from the batch, choosing the tallest and shortest to submit. The result was predictable: Zhang Yang expressed her utter dissatisfaction.

Such a perfunctory attitude from the contractor shows that they don't respect the client at all!

Gongye Hui banged his head on the ground once again.

Zhang Yang frowned at the wallet that was trembling like a leaf, pulled her up, and seeing her despair, sighed, "Send it back and redo it. See where the problem is—is it the tools or the process? Problems exist to be solved one by one. Don't worry, the budget isn't an issue. The important thing is to produce a perfect finished product."

She recalled certain observation samples in her mind—these samples were doing business in the real world, and according to them, their businesses were quite large, with hundreds or even thousands of employees—and while marveling at their wealth, Zhang Yang also made separate notes on them.

Try to learn their secrets to success.

For example, when employees are anxious or scared, gently pat them on the shoulder or pat their back, allowing them to make mistakes with the most tolerant attitude. The secret to success really worked; Gongye Hui was initially nervous, but gradually slowed down his breathing and relaxed his muscles.

Gongye Hui swallowed hard. Her overly tense and fearful mind suddenly relaxed, causing a moment of disorientation. Without thinking, she blurted out, "This humble subject has a request."

Zhang Yang tried hard to appear kind and approachable.

So, with a forced smile, she said, "Speak."

Gongye Hui broke out in a cold sweat again, annoyed at herself for creating this unnecessary trouble. Forced to rely on her quick wit, she managed a fleeting flash of inspiration. She boldly asked Zhang Yang to lend her several battle-hardened soldiers who could skillfully control star power. These requests weren't unreasonable, and Zhang Yang readily agreed, even reminding her of the next inspection time before leaving.

Gongye Hui stumbled and nearly fell as he was leaving.

Seeing the glaring "Fear" debuff above Gongye Hui's head, Zhang Yang was puzzled. She hadn't been aggressive, nor had she used any level of martial arts to suppress her; why was Gongye Hui so afraid? Not only Gongye Hui, but her husband also acted like a mouse before a cat when he saw her, even though she had been very gentle. Lost in thought, Zhang Yang heard hurried footsteps outside.

Xu Jin requested an audience.

"My lord, there is a great need—"

His voice stopped abruptly, and then his pupils dilated in shock.

As Zhang Yang folded and twisted the flawed new banknotes with his bare hands, he asked Xu Jin, "Why did you stop talking about it all at once?"

Xu Jin suppressed the urge to speak, forcing himself to remain calm and avoiding Zhang Yang's gaze. His reaction was understandable; without using stellar power, the strength a mortal body can wield is extremely limited. Zhang Yang showed no fluctuations of stellar power, meaning she folded the coin in half using only her physical strength—a feat that would elicit admiration from anyone who witnessed it!

"Someone from the prefectural capital has arrived."

Zhang Yang said, "The prefecture seat? This place is the prefecture seat."

Xu Jin immediately changed his tune: "It was the former prefectural seat."

Zhang Yang: "Why did you send someone?"

Could it be that they've come to oppose her changing the county seat?

Xu Jin tried to discern her true emotions from her indifferent expression: "Does Your Majesty wish to see them? If not, I will arrange for them to stay for a day or two, and then test the waters."

Zhang Yang didn't answer, but was simply immersed in some kind of pleasure, her fingers quickening the pace of pinching the coins, one after another, until all one hundred new coins were folded into identical shapes and sizes. She felt satisfied. Looking up, she found Xu Jin still sitting motionless below, seemingly lost in thought or doing something else.

"Is there anything else?"

Xu Jin respectfully replied, "My lord has not yet given his instructions."

Zhang Yang glanced down at the system log and finally remembered. She stuffed the scrapped coins into her game inventory: "Let Uncle Yan... never mind, let's go meet them together. They don't come here without a reason; hopefully they're not looking for trouble."

Xu Jin said, "Yes."

Zhang Yang got up and went first, and Xu Jin followed.

Zhang Yang had initially assumed only a few people would arrive from the old prefectural capital, but upon seeing nearly a hundred in number, his first thought was that they were up to no good. His first glance wasn't at their faces, but at the tops of their heads. Not only were they dressed in all three colors—red, yellow, and green—but they also resembled a number of traffic lights.

I roughly counted the number of the three colors.

Zhang Yang then casually glanced at a green-named individual—although after the last Easter Egg Bug incident, Zhang Yang knew that he couldn't completely trust the color of the name above an NPC's head, it didn't mean that this function was completely useless; it still worked well in the initial screening stage.

Zhang Yang was the first to raise the question.

"Are you all here to demand an explanation?"

The registrar recognized Xu Jin and, upon seeing Xu Jin following behind Zhang Yang, guessed that the latter was Zhang Yang. Judging solely from her appearance and age, one would hardly guess that she was the kind of assertive person who dared to forcefully claim the position of prefect and change the prefecture's governance simply by holding a letter of appointment from a rebel.

The registrar never expected that Zhang Yang would be the first to make a move.

His tone was unfriendly from the moment he opened his mouth.

The registrar's heart pounded, fearing that Zhang Yang had seen through their plan to use one enemy to devour another. He cupped his hands and said, "Greetings, Your Excellency."

Zhang Yang tilted her head: "You called me husband?"

Is it a bit presumptuous of you to shout like that right away?

Although Zhang Yang had accepted the idea that the side quest map of the homestead would include NPCs who could charm players, this middle-aged clerk looked like a scheming and calculating man, with a beard a finger's length long. She refused to be charmed by this NPC: "That's inappropriate. We've only just met. You should call me 'Lord' like Jiu Si and the others do. 'Husband' isn't a title you should use."

For a moment, the entire room fell silent.

Xu Jin was speechless with shock, his heart pounding and his scalp tingling.

In a moment of quick thinking, taking advantage of Zhang Yang's inability to see him, he waved his hand at the registrar and pointed to his ear. This registrar was quite astute; upon seeing this gesture, he naturally assumed that Zhang Yang was hard of hearing. Otherwise, he wouldn't have misheard "prefect" as "husband."

As a shrewd man, the registrar naturally knew that some superiors did not like to expose their weaknesses. He smiled ingratiatingly and said naturally, "I am not here to interrogate you, I am not here to interrogate you... Hehe, my accent is too strong and my speech is not very clear. I hope Your Excellency will forgive me."

Zhang Yang didn't understand why he suddenly said that.

Why did we suddenly bring up elegant language?

Left with no other choice, she glanced at the system log records.

Oh, the case is solved.

It turns out they were calling him "Lord Fu" instead of "Husband".

"It's alright. Many older people have speech impediments to some extent; it's understandable." Zhang Yang remembered the observation samples saying that humans lose their baby teeth at a certain age. The local branch map doesn't have advanced dental technology, and even if the clerk lost a tooth, he couldn't get a proper denture. His speech impediment wasn't his fault. "Since you're not here to interrogate me, what brings you here?"

The clerk's lips twitched violently.

I never dreamed that when I offered Zhang Yang a way out, he would take advantage of it and then turn around and hurt me instead.

He harbored resentment in his heart, but outwardly remained respectful.

"...I received news of the change of the prefectural seat a few days ago, but I did not receive any news that the Prefect would come to collect the Prefectural Seal. After discussing with my colleagues, in case the Prefect was unable to attend to official business, I decided to personally deliver it. On the day of my departure, two groups of rebels arrived at the prefectural government."

The registrar stepped aside, gesturing for Zhang Yang to look at the dozens of people bound hand and foot. Among them, a few were half-asleep, listless, and unresponsive to external stimuli, while most were still fast asleep, their snores rising and falling.

Zhang Yang then noticed that all of these people had the same debuff above their heads—[Excessive Soft Bone and Suppressed Qi Powder].

[Excessive Softening and Qi-Suppressing Powder]: Taking this product will obstruct the flow of Qi in the meridians, making the legs as soft as noodles and unable to exert any strength.

In addition, there is a strange buff.

[The Blessing of the Obsessive]: May your dreams come true.

Zhang Yang looked at them one by one.

These people have anywhere from two to five states.

[Constipation]: If you haven't had a bowel movement for seven days, you may suffer from anal fissures.

[Exhaustion]: The will is willing, but the strength is insufficient.

[Leg broken]: It is unknown who kicked him to break it for personal revenge.

Zhang Yang: "...Since he's a traitor, why not just send him directly to the county prison for detention and interrogation? Why send him here?"

The registrar pointed his sword at one of them: "These two are extremely rebellious. They forged appointment documents in an attempt to seize power, and they are also secretly colluding with rebel forces. I fear they are detrimental to both the Emperor and the Prefect. I dare not act on my own authority, so I have brought them here to await the Prefect's judgment."

The registrar was still somewhat uneasy when he said this.

He was afraid that Zhang Yang would think he was alluding to her.

She was also a rebel, and her appointment was illegitimate.

Fortunately, Zhang Yang didn't dwell on that, and simply extended his hand to him: "You said you brought the prefect's seal? Where is it?"

Registrar: "..."

Zhang Yang's every move was outside his plan.

He couldn't figure this out.

Left with no other choice, the registrar cast a veiled glance at a semi-acquaintance, Xu Jin slowly winking at him. The registrar steeled his heart, choosing to trust Xu Jin this once, and carefully retrieved an exquisite wooden box. Inside lay a bronze tortoise-shaped seal of the prefect. Zhang Yang reached out, took it, examined it, and said, "Indeed, it's just like the radish seal that Uncle Yan carved. This one is more durable than the radish seal."

Registrar: "..."

He glared at Xu Jin.

Xu Jin had already looked away.

Zhang Yang was too lazy to make the trip, and Fan You didn't take the original prefectural capital seriously at all—otherwise, he wouldn't have suggested changing the prefectural capital right away—but a prefectural capital without the prefect's seal was incomplete, making things very inconvenient. Fan You asked Xu Jin to search through the files and find those with the prefect's seal to bring to him. Xu Jin initially didn't know what he was going to do until the seal was completed.

Why is it made of radish instead of some other material?

That's where Zhang Yang, who provided the raw materials, comes in.

The chapter on radishes doesn't actually use radishes; its name is misleading.

Xu Jin didn't dare say that their prefecture had been using this radish-shaped seal for several days, and Fan You had even used it to process edicts issued to the three surrounding counties. If he did, he was afraid the registrar would be furious.

The registrar's mind was in turmoil.

He suppressed his anger and barely managed to maintain his composure: "My lord, this boy is a subordinate of the rebel Qin Huang. The Chancellor specifically instructed that his life be spared; now is not the time to fight Qin Huang to the death."

"Qin Huang?"

Zhang Yang felt that the name sounded familiar.

"I will be careful."

To the reassurance of the chief clerk, Zhang Yang's attitude towards them wasn't particularly warm, but he wasn't deeply hostile either. He even had Xu Jin arrange for them to stay, saying other matters could be discussed later. The two groups of pledges of allegiance were left to Zhang Yang to handle, while Zhang Yang delegated the task to Fan You.

"Can Uncle Yan wake these people up?"

"...Wake him up?"

"If I keep sleeping, I'll probably sleep myself to death, right?"

"They're trapped by infatuated ghosts." Fan You noticed the abnormal state of the two groups of people and quickly discovered the source after a brief examination. He estimated that they were still under the influence of second or third level infatuated ghosts. He wasn't in a hurry to wake them up and said, "These people from Tianyue County have ill intentions. They seem to be submitting, but they actually have other plans. My lord must be wary."

Zhang Yang asked, "Are you going to kill them?"

Fan You choked on his words: "It still has some value to be used."

Zhang Yang said "Oh," and then added, "Then we'll keep it for now."

It was unclear what Fan You was doing poking and prodding these people, but his brows furrowed more and more, as if he had encountered some problem.

"Has the lord inquired about the identity of the madman who is trapping them?"

"Troublesome?"

"It seems to be the work of someone we know."

Zhang Yang said, "That's easy, just call them over and ask."

There are two ways to forcibly awaken someone trapped in a delirious state. One is gentler, dealing with their every move by using stellar energy to clear the blocked meridians; the other is more violent, directly waking them up. Since Fan You couldn't resolve the situation, Zhang Yang chose the latter.

"Are you sure you want to kick here?" Zhang Yang looked down at his feet, then at the spot Fan You was pointing to. The unconscious NPC had a "Constipation" sign above his head. "His stomach is full of poop. Whether kicking him out will be any good is uncertain, but it'll definitely be painful."

Fan You: "..."

He didn't care how she knew this man was full of shit. He sighed and glanced away, then heard a piercing scream as the bound man curled up in pain. Then he heard a strange, satisfying sound. Zhang Yang pinched his nose.

He said with disgust, "It stinks."

Fan You: "..."

Zhang Yang: "I told you he was full of shit."

Fan You: "..."

He then witnessed a truly devastating scene.

Zhang Yang frowned in confusion, seemingly pondering a serious question akin to a matter of life and death: "Why does it smell bad?"

As we all know, while Cyber ​​Life has the concept of defecating, there is no actual operation involved—game designers wouldn't be so insane as to create a defecating model for an NPC—the NPC might say they're going to the toilet, but once they enter, the screen goes black.

The NPC in front of me actually pooped.

It's the same as discussing feces, urine, and farts with the observed samples.

Zhang Yang looked dazed.

Fan You, thinking she was bothered by the smell, quickly ordered the culprit to be dragged away: "Was my lord frightened by the impact?"

"No, I'm just shocked... Why do people who look so clean on the surface have such foul-smelling things inside their bodies..." He inexplicably felt that cyber life was unclean. "But from a certain perspective, the skin is excellent at preventing stench!"

Fan You: "..."

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Give cyber life a shock.