Marrying a White Snake Wife is Super Cool-Chapter 87 - 77: So You’re the Fucking Eight-Headed Serpent!
As mentioned before, never mind other places—half of Taiping City belonged to Aunt Zhao.
Textile shops, trading houses, all sorts of other businesses.
And outside Taiping City, there were also the manors in the surrounding villages and the Travelers she supported.
You could say that in all of Taiping City, the number of people who received money directly from Aunt Zhao’s hands every day was at least seven or eight thousand, maybe even over ten thousand.
As for those who indirectly relied on the Zhao Family to make a living, their numbers were in the tens of thousands.
So, what was the Zhao Family’s status in Taiping City?
It was like Samsung’s status in Korea back on Earth.
They were the chaebol of chaebols.
Such a massive family enterprise actually relied entirely on the Spirit Stone Mine.
But everyone knew the current situation with things like Spirit Stone Mines.
Sooner or later, they were going to be reclaimed by the Court.
If the Spirit Stone Mine was gone, what would they rely on to support such a huge number of people?
Of course, some smartass might say, "If you can’t support them, then don’t!"
After all, the money Zhao Qiao’Er had made in Taiping City over the years was more than enough to last ten lifetimes.
But this wasn’t about money; it was about status.
If the Zhao Family stopped supporting so many people, these Travelers and all the others who relied on them for their livelihood would have to fend for themselves.
When that happened, Aunt Zhao wouldn’t be the one calling the shots in Taiping City anymore.
Those groveling lapdogs who used to kowtow to Aunt Zhao would probably want to stand on equal footing with her.
Would Aunt Zhao be able to tolerate that?
Lu Yuan doubted she could stomach it.
Aunt Zhao was great in every way, except for her bad temper. She was too overbearing.
How to describe Aunt Zhao’s temper?
If Zhu Yuanzhang himself passed by the Zhao Family’s gate, he’d still get a couple of slaps from Zhao Qiao’Er.
Of course, that was just a joke.
In any case, Lu Yuan couldn’t really accept that kind of situation either.
It was like back in Shige Village, where Lu Yuan had been a nobody. When he suddenly shot to the top, the villagers were filled with such hatred.
Was it just because Lu Yuan was rich and could eat well?
No, what they hated most was that the person with the lowest status in the village had ended up climbing over everyone’s heads.
That was just human nature.
Lu Yuan was no exception.
So, he didn’t want things to turn out that way.
Besides, he wasn’t an ordinary person. He had a system that had given him so many good things.
He could prevent this situation from occurring.
"Who owns this wasteland next to the official road to the Provincial City? Can we buy it, or lease it?"
Lu Yuan asked curiously, pointing at a large patch of wasteland in the distance.
The old butler sat across from Lu Yuan. Without even glancing out the window, he just looked at Lu Yuan and said:
"All the land within a ten-li radius of Taiping City belongs to the Zhao Family."
"Any further out, and we’d have to check. Some of it is, some isn’t."
Lu Yuan blinked.
’Holy cow...’
...
「Night fell over Changliu Village, on the large slope by the reservoir.」
A few shadows drifted about ominously.
"Changliang is going to the city to be an official. He’s made something of himself."
A two-legged, human-faced sheep spoke, leaning against a tree trunk and gazing toward Changliu Village in the distance.
Above it in the tree, the Ghost-faced White Monkey squatted on a branch, nodding as it reached back to scratch its red bottom.
"I know. The Little Ginseng Spirit came by this afternoon and told us."
"She also said Grandma is coming over tomorrow to bring us some food, so we can share in the good fortune."
"It’s only right. For someone as good as Grandma, her son and daughter should both be living good lives."
Hearing this, the two-legged sheep shivered with excitement, drooling as it said:
"We get to drink wine again?"
The Ghost-faced White Monkey couldn’t help but roll its eyes.
"Dream on. Last time was because that girl Liyan was getting married, a huge occasion."
"This time, I reckon it’ll just be some sweet potato cakes or something, right?"
The two-legged sheep nodded, but it was still drooling.
"Sweet potato cakes are fine too! As long as they’re from Grandma."
"Anything that’s passed through Grandma’s hands is better than a Thousand-year-old Ginseng~"
Speaking of ginseng, the Ghost-faced White Monkey and the two-legged sheep looked toward a spot not far behind the slope.
There, an incredibly cute little girl was declaring proudly in a delicate voice:
"I caught this~"
The little girl’s tiny hand was clutching a tail.
The tail of a giant python.
But this giant python had a bizarre eight heads.
It was hissing and flicking its tongues in terror at the Da Xingzi that had gathered around it.
The Xingzi gathered around the little girl sized up the strange, giant snake.
They pondered for a moment.
One of the shadows suddenly froze, then angrily shot out a claw.
SMACK! It slapped one of the snake’s heads directly.
The sound was truly crisp.
Just like when Lu Yuan smacked Zhao Qiao’Er’s plump, luscious rear.
After slapping the snake’s head, this Da Xingzi said furiously:
"So you’re the fucking Eight-Headed Serpent, huh!!"
"Running around causing trouble in our territory!!"
"Grandma won’t even let us go out and play anymore because of you!"
"I’m gonna beat you to death!!"
