After Transmigration: Building a Kingdom in Turbulent Times

Zhao Yunxin was not in Luoyang before, but she knew from the information and nodded: "Because this is the former residence of Mrs. Wang, many people in the court want this land, even Mr. Ji has asked about it."

Oh, her Mr. Ji is most likely raising the land price for her, because although he has the money to buy the land, he certainly doesn’t have enough to build a house.

Alas, to be honest, her meritorious men are somewhat at a loss. Next time if there’s a war, the spoils of war should be divided more to them, can’t ignore them just because they don’t go to the battlefield.

Zhao Hanzhang asked, "Chang Ning suggested what price?"

Zhao Yunxin said, "Six hundred thousand money."

Zhao Hanzhang clicked her tongue, this price is enough to buy a courtyard in the current Luoyang, yet this is just the price for the land alone, building a house would cost at least another million money.

Zhao Hanzhang clicked her tongue twice in her heart, and after pondering for a moment, she said, "This land cannot be sold to Seventh Ancestor. Quietly spread the word that this land has royal energy and can ensure the family’s prosperity for a hundred years."

Zhao Yunxin: "...With the location of this land being so good, doesn’t the Great General want to keep it for herself?"

Zhao Hanzhang waved indifferently: "Forget it, such good things should be left for others. I won’t compete for it."

Six hundred thousand money, if it can lead to competition, might be sold for an even higher price. Nowadays, nothing is more important than money, and she doesn’t lack a house to live in.

Zhao Mansion is also in the inner city, albeit half-burned. Still, it’s a long distance away from the Imperial City.

Everyone thinks Zhao Hanzhang should build a lavish mansion right under the Imperial City’s roots. She is now the only Regent, her residence ought to match her position, right?

And the mansion matching her current status would either be Wang Yan’s old residence or Prince East Sea’s Prince Mansion.

Prince East Sea’s Prince Mansion is still intact, just a distance from the Imperial City. It was combined from three Prince Mansions after he invaded Luoyang at the time.

It’s large, but in terms of refinement and luxury, it doesn’t compare to Wang Yan’s residence.

In Wang Yan’s residence, each stone and water, each flower and tree are full of artistic conception. Rumor has it, the carvings on the beams and columns of their verandas were done by master craftsmen over many years.

Of course, all was destroyed by a fire.

Yet, even though the house was burned, its estate still holds great allure for people, especially the scholars.

After Wang Yan’s death, although the world’s evaluation of him was mixed, he had many admirers and those who idolized him, especially among the aristocracy. His residence holds a unique attraction for them.

Especially after Mrs. Wang survived many storms but stood strong, reaching a peak after dividing into two factions, both standing firm.

Many feel that Mrs. Wang’s current status is all thanks to Wang Yan’s cunning and foresight.

He must have seen Zhao Hanzhang’s potential, hence he fostered a good relationship between Wang Si Niang and Zhao Hanzhang since childhood, making arrangements after Zhao Hanzhang rose in Yu State, making Wang Xuan siblings Zhao Hanzhang’s confidants;

He must have also seen Great Jin’s crisis, knowing one of its future is in King Langya, so he made Wang Dun Qingzhou Governor, coordinating with Wang Dao of Xuzhou, ready to support King Langya to Jiangnan at any time.

If Zhao Hanzhang couldn’t stop the Xiongnu, King Langya could rule alongside the Xiongnu along Jiangnan and Jiangdong. If Zhao Hanzhang blocked the Xiongnu, it would be even easier; his son and daughter could ride on Zhao Hanzhang’s success.

Look, isn’t the current situation just verifying his scheme?

A great talent, a great talent indeed.

The more people speculate, the more convinced they become, as if they are maggots inside Wang Yan, mastering his thoughts and ideas.

So, still, the Feng Shui of the residence is favorable!

Everyone is waiting for Zhao Hanzhang to seize the land for rebuilding, also benefiting from the Feng Shui.

Instead, they awaited the news that Zhao Hanzhang dispatched troops to once again search through these abandoned houses.

As soon as Zhao Erlang received his sister’s orders, he immediately gathered a thousand soldiers and was about to rush into Luoyang City.

Startling Xie Shi, who had just awoken from a nap, leaving no time to dress, rushed out in his underclothes to stop him.

He extended his hand to block Zhao Erlang and anxiously asked, "Did the Great General say what she brought the troops into the city for?"

Zhao Erlang: "She didn’t say, but it’s definitely a good thing."

"If it’s a good thing, you shouldn’t bring so many into the city. Just take three hundred; let the others disperse."

Zhao Erlang discontentedly: "Only three hundred? What my sister wants me to do must be big; how can this be enough?"

Xie Shi kindly instructed him: "Second Son, times are different now. In Luoyang City, not only is the Great General present, but also the Emperor."

"Previously, I wouldn’t stop you even if you brought not just one thousand but ten thousand into the Capital City," I would stop, but for different reasons, "Today, the Great General is in the spotlight, you being her brother should be more careful, especially with actions like bringing troops into the city, that might be misunderstood, cautiousness is needed."

He said: "Just take three hundred, if it’s not enough, get an order from the Great General to call them back; the military camp is not far from the Capital City."

Zhao Erlang, though finding it troublesome, is a good child who listens to advice, muttering he agreed, waved back, and selected three hundred personal soldiers to follow.

Xie Shi breathed a sigh of relief, finally having the chance to ask him, "What are the Great General’s exact words?"

Zhao Erlang raised his chin and said, "Sister said she had two major tasks for me, told me to immediately bring people into the city, the more the merrier."

If he hadn’t needed to ask Xie Shi to bring more than a thousand, he actually wanted to bring ten thousand into the city, as Sister said the more the merrier, so of course, the more the better.

Xie Shi, fretful, waved his hand, deciding after handling military affairs, he would go into the city later.

He needs to talk with Zhao Hanzhang; even if it’s a secret between siblings, precision is required.

Zhao Erlang’s straightforward nature, the words "the more the merrier", he’s not exaggerating; he can bring the entire camp into the Capital City. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Zhao Erlang cheerfully left with his men. When Xie Shi entered the city in the evening looking for him and Zhao Hanzhang, he found on the main road to the Imperial City, the soldiers brought by his general were vigorously carrying stones and wood out.

Xie Shi: ...

He reined in his horse, looking down at the dusty, blackened faces of the personal soldiers, slowly moving his gaze to the items they carried out, "What is this?"

The personal soldiers: "Stone and wood."

Xie Shi: "I know these are stones and wood; I mean, what are you carrying them out for?"

The personal soldiers: "Stockpile, sell for money in the future."

Upon hearing this, Xie Shi coldly laughed, "These things are valuable? Who told you to carry them?"

"The Great General!"

It’s the Great General, not the General oh.

So, this is Zhao Hanzhang’s instruction?

Xie Shi couldn’t wrap his head around it, immediately pulling the reins to head into the palace.

A personal soldier behind him said, "Sir, are you going to see the Great General?"

Xie Shi replied "Hmm," just as he saw a soldier pointing in the direction of an abandoned residence, "The Great General is over there."

Xie Shi turned and saw the soldier pointing towards the direction of an abandoned manor.

He paused for a moment, silently dismounted, lifted his robe, stepping on the fallen stones, and leapt into the weed-overgrown deserted garden, then followed the direction pointed by the soldiers.