The Little Darling Wife Who is a Divine Doctor Saved the Entire Family of the Duke's Mansion Chapter 566: Zhu ’er Brother Mighty

Nan Yu truly is a sharp-minded individual!

"Rest assured, Nine Sister. I understand the fief requires funds for growth, and I won't covet any of it."

Empty promises come easily from anyone's lips, yet He Zhiran harbors no trust in them. No person can fully withstand the lure of enormous profits.

In any case, neither she nor Mo Jiuye faces any shortages. They possess vast stockpiles of explosives, a fact Nan Yu learned six years back during the victory over the Southern Frontier and the Barbarians.

By opting not to probe further, Nan Yu demonstrates real wisdom, as the Mo couple would never disclose the explosive formula regardless, and such questions would only breed distrust.

The party pressed on, with Nan Yu firing off inquiries nonstop.

"Nine Sister, does all that snow-white paper flooding the markets originate here?"

"Correct, the Northwest hosts two paper mills, and the white variety you describe serves for writing. Lately, we've launched another mill crafting tissue paper."

Nan Yu knows this tissue paper well.

Tang Mingrui, ever the swift operator, shipped samples of every kind to Nan Yu right after securing distribution rights.

Tang Mingrui deems the tissue paper invaluable, especially for those private bathroom moments—it's just...

"Tissue paper truly is a marvel," Nan Yu remarked with genuine admiration.

They kept advancing, and the questions flowed endlessly.

"Is this the canned food factory?"

"Indeed, our Northwest mountains yield abundant fruits, inspiring me to preserve them in cans for far-off markets."

"And this one makes sugar? That exquisite white sugar?"

"Right, I discovered the Barbarian lands resist regular crops yet thrive with sugarcane, boasting huge yields. Thus, I urged locals to plant more for refining into fine white sugar."

Nan Yu nodded vigorously throughout, fully aware Mo Jiuye lacked such ingenuity—these innovations all sprang from He Zhiran's brilliant mind. What a perfect spouse!

His own harem crossed his thoughts next. Though not overly vast, those women merely primped and schemed to entice him...

Ah, it's all for continuing the imperial bloodline; otherwise, he'd ignore those painted, flashy ladies entirely.

Nan Yu's mind raced with schemes. No one grasps the duty of minding one's realm better than he. This wasn't the moment for personal distractions. His journey to the Northwest stemmed partly from courtly isolation—no true confidants for deep talks—so Mo Jiuye came to mind. Though their chats were rare, equality always defined them.

Moreover, tales of the Northwest abounded, claiming its wealth now dwarfed Da Shun's by leagues.

Whispers reached him too: Da Shun's imperial merchant Tang Mingrui sources all from the Northwest. He yearned to witness how the Mo pair achieved this in mere years.

Above all, he craved better lives for his subjects. Ideas escaped him often, but the Northwest might spark vital insights.

And so it proved. Factories churned out refined salt, textile mills hummed, pickle plants bustled, wineries fermented, tea factories steeped—endless wonders dotted the land.

Beyond these money-spinning operations, the Northwest's surroundings outshone Da Shun's anywhere.

More than that, Nan Yu spotted no wasted earth. Even nearby hills served purposeful roles.

Folk dwellings stood as sturdy brick-and-tile homes, rivaling the capital's elite districts in splendor.

Sure, this splendor meant architectural flair, not scale—common homes couldn't match capital nobility's vast estates.

Yet it sufficed amply. Why else did he, the emperor, toil daily?

To grant Da Shun's people prosperous lives, of course!

Full replication of the Mo duo's wealth methods lay beyond reach, but countless lessons beckoned.

Back home, he'd rally folks to reclaim barren fields, transforming wastes into riches.

High-yield crops from the Mo pair never came stingily. If sparing the Northwest's economy, they'd gladly aid Nan Yu.

They already had—those crops now flourished across Da Shun, filling homes and treasuries with grain surpluses in recent times.

Should a famine occur, the imperial court can dispatch vast stores of relief grain, while the common folk manage to sustain themselves as well.

Thus, in the years following Nan Yu's ascension to the throne, no one has starved to death anymore.

Though Da Shun's progress trails that of the Northwest, the simple reality that starvation has been eradicated among the people stands as proof of Nan Yu's extraordinary feats.

Moreover, Da Shun's domain encompasses grassland regions too. Once back, he intends to emulate the Mo couple by encouraging the masses to rear vast herds of horses, cattle, and sheep.

Since the counts of horses, cattle, and sheep in the Northwest and Barbarian lands keep climbing steadily, Nan Yu has already revoked the old ban against butchering draft animals.

Mo Jiuye presented a memorial declaring that their bred cattle serve as meat for human consumption.

He's savored Northwest beef jerky on numerous occasions, its taste utterly peerless and far tastier than the pork he normally consumes.

Nan Yu masterfully maintains equilibrium, never permitting outdated, illogical traditions to sway his mindset.

On the matter of beef cattle breeding, he plans to confer with Mo Jiuye during this visit, seeking to bring in calves so Da Shun's people can take up animal husbandry too.

To sum up, Nan Yu reaped tremendous gains from his Northwest excursion alongside the Mo couple.

Traveling incognito doesn't change that he remains a country's emperor, so Mo Jiuye naturally receives him with the utmost hospitality.

Northwest's market streets boast endless gourmet delights, but all recognize they pale beside the imperial kitchen's masterful dishes.

Nan Yu is set to lodge and dine at the Wang Mansion.

Having journeyed such a distance, the entourage felt weary indeed, leading Mo Jiuye to propose retiring to the mansion for rest.

Upon entering the mansion and rounding a few corridors, children's exuberant cheers reached their ears.

"Big Brother Zhu is mighty!"

"Big Brother Zhu is so powerful!"

A boy appearing around six or seven years old stood upon the martial stage in the expansive courtyard.

Zhu maintained a straight posture, wielding a long sword suited to his size, while gazing intently and gravely at the assorted young children below.

"Who else wants to challenge me?" His voice retained a boyish lilt, yet it brimmed with the commanding presence of authority.

All the two dozen children beneath stared up at the platform, their gazes overflowing with reverence.

Right then, Yu Er arrived bearing a basket brimming with fruits.

"Young Master, you've been training with the young masters and misses for the whole afternoon. Come and have some fruit to quench your thirst."