Succubus' Manor

The carriage slowly arrived at the door of the hotel. In the past, there were only two or three kittens left in the hotel where people kept coming and going. The owner of the hotel stood at the door with a sad face. No one set foot in the hotel.

When Chi Yan's carriage stopped at the door of the hotel, the boss swept away the gloomy look on his face, squeezed out a bright smile, and his steps became lively and brisk. He nodded and bowed and said, "My lord, there is a stable behind. My name is Feed your horses some beans!"

Jumping off the carriage, Chi Yan took a look at the decoration in the store - the decoration of the hotel is similar, but some are clean and some are dirty, this hotel is pretty well cleaned, Chi Yan nodded to the housekeeper: "This is the one. "

After the boss asked someone to lead the horse, he walked up to Chi Yan by himself. He was taken aback by the group of demons following Chi Yan, thinking that there was something wrong with his eyes. Can't say a word.

Chi Yan shared a room with Kleist, and the boss didn't ask any more questions. After all, he is a person who has seen the world. How common it is for rich people to have two beautiful lovers!

The coachman was worried about the horse and insisted on going to feed the horse with others.

The people who lead and feed the horses are all teenagers. Because it is cheap, it is more cost-effective to hire a few adults than to hire young people, and the work is still the same.

The young man's thin cheeks were sunken, and he lowered his posture when facing the coachman. After all, compared to them, the coachman's face was much rounder, and his clothes had no holes or patches. He was a very decent man. coachman.

"Your soy feed is too bad!" To the coachman, the horse is his treasure, and he can eat wheat bran by himself, but he must use full-grained bean feed to feed the horse. If you have strength, you can grow fat and strong, and you won't lose face when you take it out.

And the beans used by the hotel to feed the horses are all small and dry, not good beans.

The boys leading the horses were taken aback, and one of them was the most courageous and said: "This, this is already very good material."

They used to want to steal these beans, but one of them did, and was kicked out by the boss. Now people don't know where they are, and if they can get a bite to eat.

The coachman looked at the beans, then at the horses, and finally found out in despair that what he said was useless. His precious horse had to eat these shriveled beans these days, so it was better to stay in the territory, the beans The horses are plump, and they can also feed the horses some boiled katuo, they also like to eat katuo leaves, their fur is smooth and smooth, and they are extremely strong!

"Guests, where are you from?" the bold young man asked in a low voice, he only dared to ask.

The coachman was heartbroken and said absently, "He's from the north."

When the young man heard that the coachman was willing to talk to him, his eyes lit up: "How are the people in the north doing?"

Although this city is so big, there are many fields outside that no one has cultivated. If you cultivate the land, you will pay more taxes than you receive grain. Take the food out to pay the tax - the common people go to farm when they are full.

But relying on the little food stored at home can only sit and eat. If the food is gone, what should people do?

Moreover, the lord no longer wants servants or accepts slaves anymore, and even the chance to be a slave for a living has been cut off.

Many people want to run, but they just don't know where to go.

I was afraid that if I escaped from one region, I would go to another, more terrifying purgatory.

The coachman was lost in thought, still grieving for the horse. He turned his head and said after hearing the boy's question, "That's it."

More words, the coachman is unwilling to say - he is also from a poor family, and he is not poor and will not be a coachman. Not only does he have to drive the horse, he also has to clean the stables, collect horse manure, and all the dirty work is his. , so when he saw these people who were the same as him before, he didn't have much sympathy.

The boy wanted to continue asking, but the coachman glared at him: "Watch out for these horses!"

The coachman bowed and left the backyard. His bowing problem also came from his youth. At that time, he was beaten and could only support himself. He felt pain when he straightened his back. Later, the injury healed and his waist was not straight. Yes, it's been like this for a lifetime.

The teenagers watched the coachman leave, and finally dared to speak one by one.

"He must be doing well, he has meat on his face!"

"I still think our beans are not good."

"There isn't a single hole in his clothes."

They were all envious of the coachman, because the coachman could see that he had enough to eat, and those who didn't have enough to eat would not be picky about whether the beans were good or not.

Chi Yan and Kleist's room should be the most luxurious room in this hotel, with a balcony and a sofa in the room, but the sofa has no springs, so it is definitely not as good as the modern one. It looks good on the shelf, and it hurts your ass when you sit on it .

There are also paintings on the wall of the room, but it is estimated that the boss's picture is cheap. The level of this painting is comparable to that of Benedict. It is neither realistic nor beautiful. Looking at it horizontally and vertically, there is nothing worthy of praise.

Chi Yan let out a breath. He took off his coat first, then his tights. After taking a sip of warm water, he felt better. He finally came back to life. Then he went to the window sill and opened the window, then closed it again in an instant up.

There are all kinds of smells outside.

You can't even use the word "smelly" to describe it directly.

This city is already like this, and the situation in the city he is going to take over will only be worse. A place where no one cares is like raising Gu. Only the most vicious and evil people can live well, even if they are good people, In such a big environment, it is good not to harm others, but it is too difficult to be a good person.

Chi Yan said to Kleist: "Did I make a bad decision?"

He was in front of the dean at the time, and for some reason, he suddenly became angry and only thought about some simple questions. Now that his blood gradually became normal, he began to think whether he had made a wrong decision.

People will always become emotional at a certain moment. After the emotions are normal, the IQ will return to normal.

Kleist asked him, "What are you worried about?"

Chi Yan: "I can't tell. I used to take care of such a small area, and I felt very tired. And although I said I took care of it, I was actually only in charge of making ideas. The housekeeper and servants should do other things. I can really take care of it. Is it a big city?"

He was a little at a loss, he had no seniors to learn from, no books to teach him experience, he walked on a tightrope, but didn't know how to make it up, Chi Yan whispered: "Am I too self-righteous?"

Being ambitious is easy to say but hard to do.

Either because of his ability or because of his background, Chi Yan didn't even want to be a civil servant or a teacher before. He felt tired and responsible. Now that he really has to take charge of a big city, he becomes panicked.

Kleist laughed and said, "When I was the devil king, no one asked me if I wanted to. I was doomed after I was born."

"It's your own choice anyway, what are you afraid of?"

"You have a choice, it doesn't matter whether the result is good or bad, with me here, it's a big deal to go back."

Chi Yan is not worried about his own safety. With Kleist, he will never be in danger. He just feels that he has suddenly shouldered a greater responsibility, so he must do his best.

So Chi Yan said: "I brought a notebook and a pen, I'll go and write first."

What does it take to manage a city?

Chi Yan picked up the pen and wrote the word "population statistics" in the notebook. He wanted to know the population there, and then he wanted to know the surrounding environment, such as how many rivers, how many mountains, what natural resources, and roads— —However, because the update speed of the map here is very slow, the map is likely to be decades or hundreds of years ago.

Then it's planning.

Chi Yan felt that if he wanted to send food to people, he had to have a legitimate reason. He couldn't give it directly. It would increase the appetite of some people and make people think that he, the lord, had a kind heart, was very weak, and wanted to bully It will be very troublesome for him to make trouble at that time.

So Chi Yan wrote the word "Infrastructure" in the notebook again.

It is not really for infrastructure construction, but for the creation of jobs. Only when people have jobs can they stabilize. Even if they are a little bit tired and eat less, they can see hope and calm down the turbulent social atmosphere.

Chi Yan had read a paper before. He didn't know if it was true or not, but he thought it made sense. It said that after the founding of New China, people started building new homes before they could eat their stomachs. How necessary—after all, except for bridges and roads, everything else can be done slowly, but to create jobs so that people can earn food through labor.

So Chi Yan decided to learn from experience. After he finished writing this, he found that half of the problems that bothered him at first had been solved.

Then he began to think about the issue of food—planting Katuo?Chi Yan doesn't think he can hide this thing for a lifetime, even if he doesn't take it out now, he will take it out in the future, merchants travel around, and there will be all kinds of people coming and going in and out of the city. It can be hidden for a while, but not for a lifetime.

And if it was really hidden, Chi Yan's conscience would feel bad.

If corn and sweet potatoes had not been introduced to China, how many people would starve to death during the famine?

It's just that even if you want to take it out, you can't take it easily, you have to hit the Holy Court or the royal family hard!

To be a good person, you must also be unaware of others, otherwise your kindness will become a weapon used by others to blackmail you.

After all, Chi Yan has seen a lot of moral kidnapping. When he paints, the white paint is consumed quickly, and the price is not cheap. After all, it is a foreign brand, and the quality is equated with the money. Every time someone comes to him Borrowing, the pen was scooped out of his paint box without rinsing, polluting all his paint boxes, and it was no longer pure white.

He only agreed once, but the classmate didn't ask him any more, and would attack him if he was short of white paint.

Later, the other party simply refused to buy it, and Chi Yan couldn't help losing his temper no matter how big his heart was: "Can't you buy it yourself? What's the matter with always using mine?"

On the contrary, the other party was not ashamed, and said with a shocked face: "Chi Yan, I didn't expect you to be so stingy! You can't even give up a little paint."

"When I asked you to borrow it, you didn't refuse me."

Chi Yan was so angry that he broke up with the other party.

As a result, the other party went around saying that he was "stingy" and that he had just used some white paint, but Chi Yan refused to let him go.

From then on, Chi Yan would rather be a stingy person than be generous.

Who knows if there will be another white-eyed wolf?The money was spent and things were given, but the other party didn’t read well at all. Instead, he felt that it was only right and proper.

Chi Yan doesn't like to speculate about others with malice, but he doesn't think that everyone is a good person.

Since it is impossible to determine who the good people are, then when your own strength is not enough, don't spread your kindness.

Who knows if the person who will swing the ax at him in the future will be the person who has been rescued by him?

He decided to let the people in the big city grow the same crops as before, and the katuo would still be planted in the manor. When the time comes, it will be steamed half-cooked, and it can be ground into katuo powder, which will be transported to the big city to make katuo cakes, mixed with some wheat. Bran, people can't figure out what it is.

Although it is a big city, its population is not large, which invisibly relieved Chi Yan's pressure.

And the best thing is that after such a long time of fighting, the people inside have already distinguished the top and bottom, as long as the highest-ranking ones are knocked down, the rest will naturally obey.

Chi Yan thought about it for a long time, and when it was dark, he put down the quill and threw himself on the bed.

"Rub my shoulders." Chi Yan closed her eyes coquettishly, "My shoulder hurts."

Kleist is not immune to Chi Yan's coquettishness, so he really started to gently pinch Chi Yan's shoulders - since Chi Yan once coquettished him, it seemed that he had been banned, and he felt uncomfortable every day if he didn't act coquettishly, Ke Lester enjoyed this feeling very much, so he never refused or reminded.

Dinner was very simple, Chi Yan didn't eat the food provided by the hotel, but ate the steamed Katuo cake and the pickles he brought.

Compared with black bread, katuo cakes and pickles are better, even if it is dry food.

After dark, there are fewer people on the street, only prostitutes and male prostitutes will come out to solicit customers. At this time, even the business of brothels is not easy to do. In the past, they only needed to send out solicitors, but now even the masters come out up.

Standing on the windowsill, Chi Yan actually saw the child!

Two small children, a boy and a girl, held hands to pull the guests.

Chi Yan couldn't bear to watch it any longer, he said to the housekeeper, "Go and ask if those two children have any relatives, if not, bring them back."

It's fine for an adult, but a child—Chi Yan really can't bear it.

Sure enough, the butler brought him back. There were two children, a boy and a girl, one was seven years old and the other was nine years old.

They still don't know what they are going to do, but they have already taken off their clothes skillfully.

Chi Yan's voice was trembling: "Put the clothes on for them."

Neither child has a name, the boy is eight years old and the girl calls him Big Brother.

They are a pair of brother and sister, who were sold to a brothel by their parents. There are always some special customers looking for them. They will suffer and suffer, and then get a little money for whoring, and the brothel will give them a bite to eat.

They all have small bodies, big bellies, and one head, and they are malnourished.

Chi Yan was not good at coaxing children, and he didn't know how to coax them. He was afraid that if he didn't coax people well, they would make him cry instead.

So he asked the housekeeper to open another room for the two children to live in and give them something to eat.

The task of coaxing the children fell to the housekeeper.

The butler asked the boss to open a room, and walked in with the two children. He was getting older and his face had more wrinkles, and he was strangely destined to be a child, and the two children were not afraid of him.

The younger sister is more lively, and she is protected by her elder brother. Every time there is a guest, the elder brother will stand in front of her and take the guest away.

So she still retains a bit of childish innocence: "Grandpa, where are you taking us?"

The housekeeper patted my sister's head. My sister's hair was yellow and dry, and it would break if I touched it lightly.

"Go to a good place. Children of your age don't have to do heavy work, can read and write, and have food every day."

The younger sister asked again: "Then shall we go to accompany the uncles?"

The housekeeper, who considers himself a hard-hearted person, couldn't help the dryness of his throat at this moment.

Which parents are so cruel and sell their children to brothels?

Butler: "No, you just need to pull weeds and learn to read."

He took out two katuo biscuits the size of an adult's palm from the cloth bag and handed them to the two brothers and sisters. The katuo biscuits were made thick and contained some sugar residue. After two mouthfuls, he nodded towards his sister.

Katuo biscuits have a sweet taste, and the sugar residue inside makes them even more delicious, making them want to chew their tongues and swallow them.

"You will sleep here at night," said the housekeeper.

The brothers and sisters nodded in unison. When they were in the brothel, they could only sleep on the floor. Sleeping on the bed only appeared in dreams.

After the housekeeper left, the elder brother finally spoke: "We have to be careful!"

The younger sister is heartless: "They must be good people! Good people give us food without letting us take off our clothes!"

The elder brother felt that the younger sister was born with brain problems, so he didn't continue talking to her, but just made up his own mind. If the other party wanted to kill the brother and sister to eat meat, he had to drag the younger sister away as soon as possible. Even if he went back to the brothel, it would be safe One life, one bite to eat.

But no matter how bitter and bitter he thought, when he lay on the bed, he still couldn't resist the drowsiness.

Clean and warm beds, even if they were not sold, were not available at home, and the family could only sleep on hay and huddle together for warmth.

When his parents sold him, he also hated them, but when he thought that they would never see each other again in this life, the hatred became rootless duckweed. Since there is no root, it will not last long.

Only the younger sister still talks about when she was at home, and her mother promised to make new clothes for her when the family had money in the future.

She thought her parents would come to pick her up and buy her new clothes.

There are too many miserable people, their happiness is similar, but miserable people are different from each other.

Chi Yan closed the window to block the smell outside, and also blocked his chance to radiate sympathy—this kind of help will not be able to help, and it is better to teach people how to fish than to teach them how to fish.

Seeing the tragedy of the siblings, Chi Yan lay on the bed and nestled into Kleist's arms, with his arms and legs wrapped around Kleist's body. Same."

There are no ordinary people in their eyes, even if one side wins, they will only win over the lords and nobles.

As for the civilians, in their eyes, they are cows that graze and milk.

The reason why Chi Yan was touched was because before time travel, he was also a "commoner". His father was just an ordinary employee, and so was his mother. The family wasn't too rich, but it wasn't too bad either.

Before he crossed over, his parents were still discussing whether to buy Chi Yan a two-bedroom house of more than 70 square meters in the local area earlier, and if he wanted to buy it, where would he go to borrow money to pay the down payment.

Chi Yan didn't feel good about the feeling that something hurt its kind.

What if he was not in the Holy Court when he crossed over, and he was not a succubus, but just an ordinary person?

Hard work can't fill his stomach, the lord above can crush him to death with a little finger, even without the lord, a person in charge can kill him, plus the plague of locusts, at that time he was an ordinary person, even if he had a hunch, Who will listen to him?

It's better to hit him head-on to death, so that he can be reincarnated as soon as possible.

Kleist patted Chi Yan on the back, and said softly, "Since the Holy Court and the royal family are not good, then you can do it yourself."

Chi Yan: "..."

He was taken aback, almost thinking he had heard wrong.

But Kleist continued to speak calmly: "The big city that will be taken over soon is just for you to practice. In the first few years, you have to watch the face of the Holy Court. When we have more people and more weapons, we will let you go." Don't look at the face of the Holy Court, even the royal family dare not come to trouble you."

Chi Yan: "No, no, no... I, this!"

Kleist didn't care how much Chi Yan's little heart was hit, he continued on his own: "Don't you want to pay taxes to the Holy Court forever? Even if there is no Holy Court, you have to pay taxes to the royal family. Every year more tax than the grain produced in the field.”

Chi Yan's eyes widened.

Kleist rubbed Chi Yan's head: "I know you can't think that far, so I'll help you think about it."

"Whether you want to guard the city or do something else, it's fine."

Kleist is different from Chi Yan. Chi Yan is a "good citizen" in his bones and has no idea of ​​"rebellion".

But Kleist is not a "good citizen", he prefers to trample all the rules under his feet rather than being controlled by others.

So what about being the lord of a big city?After Chi Yan built that city, the Holy Court could take that city away from Chi Yan with a single word, and Chi Yan's hard work would quickly be wiped out.

Only when he becomes strong, no matter whether it is the Holy Court or the royal family, dare not abuse their strength to touch them, can Chi Yan do what he wants to do with peace of mind.

Kleist: "You don't have to worry about these things."

Chi Yan: "I... haven't thought about it."

Chi Yan confessed himself: "I only think about how to build a better city, but never think about these things."

Kleist: "I know."

Chi Yan glanced at Kleist's face, and felt that it would be nice if he kept a part of himself and thought like Kleist, but unfortunately he is a mortal and cannot split himself in half.

Three days later, Chi Yan went to the Holy Court to get the letter of appointment.

The good news is that the big city is not too far from Chi Yan's manor, only five days away - not by car, but by walking.

The bad news is that a fire broke out in that city just a week ago, and the news just passed through the holy courtyard, and the fire burned all the hard-earned crops around the big city, and there were no grains left.

The author has something to say: I saw a little angel say that Chi Yan was not strong enough, I think he just can't think like Kleist.

Kleist still has wildness in him, he believes more in his powerful abilities, and he is more proficient in intrigues and tricks.

And Chi Yan is a modern person. The education he received and the way he treats people are all modern people.

So he won't turn a blind eye to the poor man, and he won't be cold to stand by. I hope that there will be brilliance in him, even if this brilliance can't brightly illuminate the whole world.