The Little Darling Wife Who is a Divine Doctor Saved the Entire Family of the Duke's Mansion Chapter 559: It’s so Good in the Northwest

Nan Yu commanded Mo Chongyuan to exterminate every emperor and noble in the Southern Xiang territory, then enslave the ordinary folk to eliminate any possibility of revolt.

Nan Yu's methods might seem brutal, yet to secure enduring peace and order, he needed to crush budding threats right away.

The close friendship between Nan Yu and Mo Jiuye showed how much their mindsets matched.

Much like Mo Jiuye, Nan Yu avoided slaughtering the innocent without cause, yet he felt no compassion for anyone from Southern Xiang.

Every man in the Mo family shared this intense hatred toward Southern Xiang.

Things stood differently with the Barbarians, though. They didn't follow those twisted practices, leaving their commoners mostly blameless.

Their raids on Da Shun mainly aimed to satisfy hunger.

Even if some assaults stemmed from shady motives now and then, blame fell on the avarice of their leaders.

The Barbarians required conquest and full integration into Da Shun's domain, stripped of all their rulers.

From then on, no such place as the Barbarian nation would exist anymore.

Naturally, Nan Yu planned to hand governance of the annexed Barbarian lands straight to Mo Jiuye.

His quick promise to make the northwest Mo Jiuye's fief hid this hidden intention all along.

Without Nan Yu realizing it, this plan matched He Zhiran's desires perfectly.

She had originally intended to help Mo Jiuye secure land in the Barbarian regions for raising livestock once the area calmed down.

He Zhiran's idea wasn't just a sudden fancy—everyone knew the Barbarian territories were mostly vast, infertile grasslands.

In theory, the Barbarians could thrive on herding animals, but lacking buyers for their cattle and sheep, they eventually dropped the notion.

He Zhiran faced no such sales troubles for her livestock.

Whatever volume of cattle and sheep she produced, she could move them all.

Consider the hotpot she adored from her past life, a treat built around beef and lamb.

Options like whole roasted lamb, air-dried beef jerky, and prepared beef meals abounded too.

All in all, He Zhiran possessed endless recipes for beef and mutton. With so many ways to enjoy cattle and sheep, market shortages seemed impossible.

Just recently, the eagerly awaited Minister Hao reached the northwest alongside Uncle Feng.

He Zhiran pulled out several copper hotpots she'd commissioned from Hu Cong lately, plus some charcoal bought from locals.

This served to greet her father-in-law after his long journey, while letting the family savor genuine charcoal hotpot.

She had tried this meal before, but back then, subpar pots and exposed ingredients limited it to a rough version.

Things changed now. Come autumn, Yu'er had prepared multiple jars of garlic chili sauce per He Zhiran's recipe.

Lately, He Zhiran showed the household how to craft tofu, yielding fermented bean curd.

Sesame seeds from their fields got pressed into sesame oil and paste.

Plus, He Zhiran grabbed a Taobao Mall book on homemade sauces and whipped up soy sauce and oyster sauce by the book.

On top of that, greenhouse veggies had ripened plentifully, providing ample hotpot greens.

Not long back, He Zhiran visited a fishing hamlet herself and bought heaps of seafood to form fish balls and shrimp balls.

Thus, this hotpot banquet marked the peak of He Zhiran's extended efforts.

Minister Hao understood the Mo men's recent war duties left no room to develop their fief yet.

The Mo brothers especially launched their expedition in late fall, leaving zero chance to erect a fitting prince's manor.

Before departing the capital, he'd heard nothing about court funds for the Prince of Zhenxi's home.

It made sense—the treasury stood bare, amid assaults from Southern Xiang and Barbarians alike.

He'd seen the empty coffers firsthand. Luckily, the new emperor uncovered vast riches in the traitor Xue family's vaults; without that, war costs might have overwhelmed them.

Despite allocating those funds to the army, they remained desperately short of money, lacking the resources to fund the building of the Prince of Zhenxi's mansion.

The Mo family had lost all their assets to the imperial court during their exile from the capital, leaving them completely broke. Although Minister Hao and Madam He had given their daughter a bit of savings, supporting such a massive household must have been a real challenge.

Mo Jiuye was poised to become one of the most destitute princes ever recorded in history.

That's why Minister Hao planned to assist his son-in-law with whatever modest help he could offer, as a heartfelt token from a father-in-law.

This delay in reaching the northwest had a deeper purpose behind it.

In order to amass a decent sum of silver for Mo Jiuye, Minister Hao grew ever more thrifty, offloading the He family's estates, stores, and lands only at prices he found worthwhile, patiently holding out for superior bids when offers fell short.

Yet, when he finally arrived in Xi Ling Village burdened with the silver he'd scrimped and saved, he discovered the Mo family wasn't struggling at all—they were thriving in luxury!

Glazed tiles served as their windows, exactly as Minister Hao and Madam He had first pictured...

Thankfully, Madam He cleared up these surprises for him.

Minister Hao also grasped why his wife and son had journeyed to the northwest and refused to depart.

Beyond the joy of seeing He Zhiran often, they were utterly enchanted by this unpretentious way of life.

Mo Jiuye tasked Hu Cong with erecting a courtyard mansion, and Hu Cong—grateful for the Mo family's past benevolence—refused to let it lag, sidelining other duties to rush it forward.

Consequently, the courtyard mansion crafted for He Zhiran's clan sprang up at a breathtaking speed.

Its design mirrored the Mo family's homes perfectly, right down to the lavish interior setups.

Yesterday, as Minister Hao swung open the door, a rush of cozy heat enveloped him, leading him to assume countless braziers blazed within.

But after scouring every corner, not a single brazier turned up.

Madam He beamed with pride while telling Minister Hao that this toasty comfort came from a special heating system their daughter and son-in-law devised, known as "floor heating."

It outshone room braziers in safety, delivered intense warmth, and allowed precise temperature control.

Minister Hao's worldview expanded yet again. With Madam He leading the way, he padded barefoot across the floor, the heat wrapping around him like a snug hot water bottle.

What a marvel—the northwest was an absolute marvel!

These were Minister Hao's heartfelt thoughts upon settling into the northwest, amplified by his charming grandchildren who instantly turned his grandfatherly heart to mush.

Furthermore, that afternoon, son-in-law Mo Qing personally guided him around the area, revealing vibrant green vegetables flourishing amid winter's chill.

These veggie types were entirely unfamiliar to him.

He even beheld the once-mighty Duke skillfully nurturing those fresh leafy greens.