Inheriting A Divine Cultivation Clan At The Start, All My Juniors Are Empresses

Chapter 1285: Chapter 351: Jiangnan: A Complete Mess (Part 5)

This isn’t something that can be settled with a single sheet of paper. The Jiangnan United Commerce Association has been established for quite some time, and though Yuchi has conveyed the philosophy, operating it in reality isn’t something that can be bypassed in a few words. There are a plethora of documents, far too many, making one’s scalp tingle.

There’s no way around it.

Wei Zhe wanted to recruit people from the government to help out temporarily, but even the government is struggling. The combined governments of Jiangnan and Jiangzhou City can’t withstand all the moving complications. Residences are the lifeblood of the people, and these need careful handling.

Take, for example, an ordinary house in Jiangzhou City. How should this house be evaluated, and how does this standard apply to Jiangnan? Establishing such rules requires a lot of time, not to mention that all residences have to be evaluated with these rules.

How many houses does Jiangzhou City have? A ton!

So, the Magistrate is now auditing various dossiers in front of him while crying, and the government officials below are also crying as they audit this Eastern Palace. Yuchi can handle such matters with a move of his lips, and there are many after-effects—every day, a carriage full of dossiers is sent here, with each residence’s dossier having more than twenty sheets of paper.

Everyone reviewing them ends up in tears.

Papers need preserving, reviewing, re-reviewing, altering, issuing, and more. There are just too many tasks.

And now, the government really shouldn’t cry. The twelve heads of the Twelve Linked Huts are wiping their tears while working. Originally, the scale of the Twelve Linked Huts was decent, intended for the founding of Xufu Town back in the day, just that big.

Later, Yuchi gave them a year’s time to expand. They’ve barely met Xufu Town’s last period requirements, but suddenly, so many people appeared! Now, Jiangnan resembles a reservoir, with the Twelve Linked Huts being a tiny faucet.

The pressure is insurmountable, with the only choice being to grit their teeth hard to cope.

Not enough boats? Build more. Rivers aren’t wide enough? Broaden them. Not enough manpower? Recruit.

And so forth.

Qian Wenshi of the Twelve Linked Huts hasn’t closed his eyes for two days and nights, relying solely on elixirs to cope. He feels his feet floating off the ground. Speaking of profits, this situation indeed makes money. They’ve donated a hundred thousand silver taels to the Jiangnan United Commerce Association!

But being miserable isn’t just a feeling, it’s reality.

Exhausted as dogs.

Building materials, furniture, grains, oils, and flours must be shipped from the original towns—waterways are swiftest and cheapest. This makes boat availability and manpower finely limit the progress, leaving them to chase with time.

Even if renamed to One Hundred and Twenty Linked Huts, they still can’t withstand.

Truly, were it not for the organized control by the government over other towns’ people entering Jiangnan, it would burst instantly, with everyone crying directly. Even then, being prepared first when mobilizing, a lot of basic things must be pre-arranged.

Of course, it’s not just the Twelve Linked Huts; other town families face the same situation.

Ning Su is now a promising candidate at Immortal Robe Pavilion. She’s from Shouning Town, which produces coffins. Now, Shouning Town also needs to transport coffins over. Gee whiz, these coffins take up considerable ship space; a large ship fits just a hundred coffins, and they’re particularly heavy. If not for the cultivators helping now, even unloading would be a huge problem.

Other towns eagerly wish to enter Jiangnan for new beginnings, like a popular heartfelt game newly released; everyone squeezes into Jiangnan.

Likewise, many citizens distant from Jiangzhou City heard these tidings, either boating or riding over to observe. For a time, Jiangnan wasn’t just local folk; tourists from afar arrived and stayed longer than a day or two.

Having spent a month reaching here, usually they stay for at least two months, carrying local commodities to sell.

Thus, Jiangnan inns overflow, and aside from people in the streets, there are even more people. Officials hoarsely direct tourists until crying; they advise routes and locate teahouses.

There it goes.

The population exploded, gradually presenting food problems, even though the government staunchly holds—granaries are force-opened already.

If not for opening granaries, the soaring tourists in Jiangnan would go unfed.

And many tourists, seeing this alarming situation in Jiangnan, surely desire residence here, as it surpasses their hometown’s allure. Thus, visits lead to pigeons relaying news to their families.

The transmission cycle spirals; initially, Yuchi intended to absorb Jiangzhou City, but unexpectedly, Jiangnan not only absorbed Jiangzhou City but piqued nearby cities. Local governments yet to react found their citizens had already wandered away.

Amidst multifaceted influences, Jiangnan shifts from February calm to September coveted prizes, daily population accelerating based on government efficiency—exhausted enough to spit blood.

Even the resilience of official efforts couldn’t contain it.

Additionally, various faction sects after Jiangzhou City’s three major sects were eradicated, seventy smaller sects sprung up, assimilating disciples from these two sects and recruiting disciples around Jiangnan. Being such a grand presence, Jiangnan citizens naturally resist straying far from home.

This makes sense.

If the disciple hails from a destitute village, they can traverse thousands without issue, seeking entry into sects, but Jiangnan disciples are unlikely willing to leave hometowns, so sects can’t be distant from Jiangnan.

Hence, Yuchi has arranged accommodations, marking mountain peaks for cultivators to reside in the large mountains westward of Jiangnan, six hundred miles from Jiangnan. While seeming far, it takes ten days by jostling carriage.

This is because they cannot draw closer; Jiangnan still has to develop ahead, so sects are still transitioning, creating chaos surrounding Jiangnan.

Presently.

Inside Twelve Linked Huts.

Qian Wenshi wiped sweat from his forehead, gazing over the bustling river filled with big ships: ”Chairman Yuchi must be bustling too, so we can’t let him underestimate us here. Cheer up, men! By year’s end, we’ll settle it all!”

Encouraged sailors gave it their all.

At Jiangnan United Commerce Association.

Wei Zhe’s hair was falling out as he stared at mountain-like dossiers, sobbing beneath the bright blue sky: ”Yuchi Sanlang, you’re working hard, we won’t disappoint you. We know you’re extremely busy now, let’s go all out together!”

At Jiangnan Government Office.

The Magistrate sat on the floor sobbing, kneeling and facing countless files.

”Someone, quickly! We’re out of seal paste here, prepare more!”

”I can fight three hundred more rounds!”

”We can’t let Chairman Yuchi look down on us!”

”Keep going!”

Outside Jiangnan, countless cultivators were busy, robust reliable houses sprang up one by one.

”Friends, keep pushing, Jiangnan’s greatness is our cultivator’s greatness, it’s unimaginable to leave altogether. Keep pushing, our sects begin migrating towards Jiangnan!!”

”Keep pushing, friends!”

”Chairman Yuchi acts thusly, we can’t let him see us weak!”

”Let’s just do it, friends!”

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