Since ancient times, the county magistrate has been destroyed, and the governor of the family has been exterminated.

In Ruoshui's view, Mr. Lu, as a fourth-rank official, makes money in an upright manner without harming anyone or killing anyone. His conscience is as big as the sun and the moon in the ocean!

Just as he was talking, Sun Hei came to report: "Your Excellency, the Liu family, the Cao family, and the Han family have sent invitations to entertain Mr. Lu. The time and place are up to you."

"Hmph! As expected of a thousand-year-old family, their sense of smell is very keen. When they notice the huge benefits, they come in droves."

Lu Gan snorted coldly and showed an expression that was indeed the case.

He originally wanted to take advantage of the big dogs like the Aristocratic Family, but he didn't expect that they would come so quickly... huh?

Suddenly, Lu Qian's expression turned sharp and his brows furrowed.

"Sir, what happened?"

Seeing Lu Qian's strange expression, Ruoshui couldn't help but ask softly.

Lu Qian looked cold and murmured: "I seem to have self-defeated..."

As soon as these words came out, Ruoshui and Sun Hei were both stunned.

Lu Qian's face darkened and he did not explain. He waved his hand and said, "Please step aside first and let me think about it carefully. As for the three major families, I will only reply to them tomorrow."

"yes!"

Although Ruoshui and Sun Hei had doubts, they still cupped their hands and bowed to leave.

Lu Qian looked at the cold dark night outside the hall, howling wind and snow, and frowned.

There are three hundred and sixty rows in the entire county, all of which are inextricably related to the aristocratic families.

As soon as the guidebook came out, money was made, but in the end it was the aristocratic family that took most of the money. Invisibly, the guidebook became a tool for the aristocratic family to make money.

"It's really self-defeating! This time, you are really obsessed with the authorities!"

Lu Qian narrowed his eyes slightly and uttered a faint sentence.

The overall situation has been decided, this matter is a bit difficult to handle!

After pondering for a long time, Lu Gan was still frowning. He subconsciously wanted to go to Xing Laodao and Zuo Xi to discuss it, but when he turned around and thought, they were also in the game. They had to find an outsider, a wise man who was a bystander, to discuss and ask for advice.

After thinking about it, a figure emerged in my mind.

Lu Qian no longer hesitated and went to the kitchen to inquire. Then he took a jar of fine wine and a food box and went straight to the warehouse.

Before he could knock on the door, a long voice came: "Master Lu, please come in."

Then, with a bang, the warehouse door opened.

Lu Qian nodded slightly and walked as fast as an arrow straight into the accounting room deep in the warehouse.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw the old scholar with a hunched and thin body, white hair spread on his shoulders, sitting quietly reading a book.

On his left hand side is a stack of books piled high, and on his right hand side a copper lamp is burning, bursting out a lantern.

"Senior, I brought you your favorite fried rice and peach blossom drunkenness."

Lu Gan took a step forward and gently placed the food box and wine jar on the table.

Inadvertently, he saw the covers of the stack of books and was stunned. They turned out to be many serials published by Ruoshui Bookstore.

The top one is none other than "The Story of the Stone".

"Master Lu is serious. Now I am just a warehouseman. Master Lu, there is no need to be polite."

Shu Lao raised his head, looked calm, and said something leisurely.

What's strange is that on this old book's wrinkled face, only the whites of his eyes are left, without pupils and eyes, which makes it look a bit visceral.

Lu Gan was not afraid at all, his expression remained calm, with a hint of respect: "This junior does not go to the Three Treasures Hall for any reason. When I come here this time, I want to ask my senior for guidance. Naturally, I have to be more polite."

After that, he took out the fried rice from the food box, as well as the jade cups and wine cups, and filled them one by one.

"You're welcome, old man."

Shu Lao smelled the aroma of rice, nodded slightly, put down the book he was reading in half, and started eating directly.

He ate slowly and leisurely, one bite at a time, as if he was enjoying this delicious plate of fried rice.

Lu Qian found a chair and sat opposite Shu Lao. He drank wine slowly and waited quietly for the old man to finish his meal.

Suddenly, Shu Lao raised his head and asked: "What is added to this rice? Why do I feel like crying after eating it?"

"It's Mingyuncao."

Lu Qian chuckled and said, "Mingyun grass from Xuanhuang Mountain of Xuanhuang Sect. The chef of Bazuilou made it specially for you after learning about your identity."

Hearing this, Shu Lao smiled and said: "So, he is also a thoughtful person. Unfortunately, if he hadn't been so obsessed with cooking, he would have broken through the Dharma Appearance Realm long ago."

After saying that, he finished the remaining fried rice, picked up the jade cup, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, with a very emotional expression on his face.

After a long time, Shu Lao sighed: "Peach Blossom Drunk was also added with Mingyuncao, which really brought back many past memories for me. Unfortunately, things have changed and people who accompanied Drunk on Xuanhuang Mountain back then have all been killed. No more."

When Lu Qian heard this sentence, he felt a trace of sadness in the words and felt sad.

In the air, a kind of loneliness that has been brewing for hundreds of years permeates the air, making people feel a little sad.

But soon, Shu Lao put down the jade cup, looked straight, and said leisurely: "I am just a warehouse guard, but I have lived for a few days and read some books. Although I can't understand the worldly knowledge, I can still talk about things when I encounter them. I'm ugly, Mr. Lu, please tell me."

Lu Qian handed over his hand and went straight to the topic: "This junior got a guide. I wanted to make some money, but suddenly I found that it seemed to be making wedding clothes for aristocratic families. Now I can't make progress, and I can't retreat. It's self-defeating, please." Senior, give me some pointers!"

After that, he filled the bottle of wine for Shu Lao.

Shu Lao turned the jade cup, pondered for a moment, and asked: "Master Lu, does he know how old Dayue is and how old Dayyou is?"

"Da Viet, the former dynasty? One thousand six hundred years. Da You, eight hundred years."

Lu Qian raised his eyebrows and replied solemnly.

Shu Lao asked again: "If the sect leader does not become a martial saint and does not rebel, how long does Mr. Lu think Dayou can live?"

The sect leader here obviously refers to the sect leader of the Xuanhuang Sect and the current emperor, Zhao Xuanji.

"A thousand years?"

Lu Gan thought for a while and guessed a number.

"No, it's still eight hundred years of destiny." Shu Lao shook his head.

Lu Gan suddenly looked confused.

At the end of Dayou, although the entire imperial court was in a state of decay, at least there were the Shenlin Army and the four great guardian elders suppressing it. The Xuanhuang Sect could still survive for another two hundred years without a Martial Saint.

Why is it still eight hundred years?

At this time, Shu Lao narrowed his eyes slightly and his voice deepened: "Eight hundred years ago, at the end of Dai Viet, there were two major disasters. One was the Daluo Temple. At that time, there were millions of monks in the Daluo Temple, and among the prefectures and counties, there were Temples and ancient temples stretch into the mountains, making it look like a Buddhist kingdom. In order to destroy Dailuo Temple, Lord Daichi went to great lengths, but in the end he failed, and both sides suffered losses. This battle also raised the weight of the second major hidden danger."

"Aristocratic family?"

Lu Gan blurted out.

Shu Lao nodded: "Yes. The aristocratic family attached itself to Dayue, attacked the Daluo Temple, and plundered a lot of treasures, martial arts, and land. At this point, the Daluo Temple weakened, and the aristocratic family rose, and from then on it began to rely on the Daiyue Dynasty. It sucked blood until Dai Viet died. When Dai Viet was destroyed and Dayu established the country, the family continued to suck blood and finally took shape. Because of this, Dayu can only live for eight hundred years. If the Xuanhuang Sect does not rebel, the family will rebel."

Lu Qian's expression was stern, and he thoroughly understood the key points.

If a dynasty is compared to a person, each aristocratic family is like the leeches everywhere on the person.

At first, the leech is small and does not suck much blood, so people can continue to grow taller and bigger. However, when the leech is completely grown up and another baby continues to suck blood like crazy, the baby will be depleted of nutrients and die before it grows up.

Because the size of a dynasty is there, there are only so many people in the land, and there are only so many nutrients provided. All of them are sucked away by the famous families, and the dynasty will naturally perish early.

However, the strong family is always strong and still stands strong.

This is an iron-clad family and a flowing dynasty.

"Mr. Lu, the guide you created has good intentions, but it also allows resources to be concentrated more quickly, and they are seized and plundered by aristocratic families. Soon, your method spreads, and aristocratic families in various states will follow suit and plunder the Daxuan Seven The money of the Twelve States. The aristocratic family has obtained the money, but will not spit it out, and Daxuan's treasury will become increasingly empty. Without the suppression of the Martial Saint, the sect leader, Daxuan may only have a life of three to five hundred years."

At this time, Shu Lao drank a cup and said calmly.

Lu Qian continued to fill up the wine for Shu Lao, with a hint of shame on his face: "This junior is reckless!"

Shu Lao shook his head and smiled: "You are only nineteen years old. It is your first time to be a fourth-grade official. It is normal to make mistakes. Except for gods, no one can avoid making mistakes."

Lu Gan nodded.

He used to be in charge of more than 10,000 pigs at most, but now he is the fourth-grade chief catcher and oversees more than 30 million people in one county and 28 counties. It is inevitable that he will not think carefully.

"So senior, what should I do now?"

Lu Qian slightly cupped his hands and humbly asked for advice.

"The five great aristocratic families in Qingzhou have each stood for thousands of years, and they are deeply intertwined. You alone cannot defeat them."

Shu Lao put down his wine glass and said something leisurely: "So...if you can't beat me, just join."

Um?

When Lu Gan heard this, he tilted his head and was stunned on the spot.
Chapter completed!