REVEREND INSANITY
Chapter 103: The bigger your ambition, the smaller the world

Chapter 103: The bigger your ambition, the smaller the world

The wine shop was not large, but it was in a good location; it was on the east side of the village near the east gate.

The flow of people was the largest at the east and north gates. Thus, the wine shop business is pretty good whether it is day or night.

"Young master, please sit down." An old man lowered his head to Fang Yuan.

A few servants wiped the stools and tables with fawning and flattering smiles towards Fang Yuan.

Fangyuan shook his head. He did not sit down, but walked around the tavern, measuring everything. He thought to himself, "This is my winery."

This winery only has one floor, but it has an underground wine cellar.

Large and square black tiles cover the floor. There are eight square tables; two tables are laid out on the wall and the other six tables are surrounded by four benches.

A long, dark brown sales counter could be seen as soon as it entered the winery. There were papers, brushes, ink stones and also an abacus on the table. Behind the counter was a liquor cabinet where all sizes of wine jars were on display. Some of these were large wine jars of black pottery, and some small, bright porcelain wine bottles.

Fang Yuan was walking around as he wished; the old man and the servants did not dare to sit down, they could only follow from behind.

They fretted, the news of the landlord's change was too sudden. The previous landlord Gu Yue Dong Tu was cunning like a ghost, he was firm and hard; they were under a lot of pressure. This boy in front of them could actually take the winehouse from Gu Yue Dong Tu's hands. Such a method of snatching was shocking. So the gazes of these people towards Fang Yuan brought unease and fear.

Fang Yuan suddenly stopped, “Good. But this store is a little small.”

The old man immediately walked forward and bowed to answer, “Young Master, we put the warehouse outside every summer and put down the table and stool. But now it's winter and the wind is so cold, no one will be sitting outside even if we set up a barn. So we lowered them.”

Fang Yuan slightly turned around. He glanced at this old man, "You shopkeeper?"

The old man bowed his waist even lower and said with more respect, “I dare not, I dare not. Young master, this wine shop is yours, whoever you choose as a shopkeeper is a shopkeeper. ”

Fang Yuan nodded then glanced at the servants; they all seemed to be competent.

If it was on earth, he would be anxious that this shopkeeper and the servants would cooperate and conspire against him, its owner. But in this world, Master Gu is tall and mighty, killing humans only requires thought. Even if Uncle and Aunt incubated them, these humans would not dare to fight Fang Yuan.

“Alright, bring me an accounting book and bring me a pot of tea.” Fang Yuan sat down.

"Yes, young master." The shopkeeper and waiter moved in a hurry.

There were as many as sixteen account books, and each book used light green bamboo paper. Bamboo paper was more fragile than Xuan paper and was suitable for the humid atmosphere of the Southern Border.

Fang Yuan casually picked up a few books and read them at a glance, occasionally asking a few questions.

The shopkeeper gave a quick reply; immediately, his forehead was covered in sweat.

Fang Yuan had created the Bloodwing Demon Sect and taught many people in his previous life. He is rich in experience and his eyes are intelligent. Others may be confused and fascinated when they see the account book; but in his eyes, all those dubious points were as clear as crystal.

This wine shop was the second largest asset after the Nine Leaf Vitality Grass; fang Yuan naturally wanted to grasp it firmly.

There are only a few minor issues in bookkeeping that can be attributed to errors and omissions. This mortal man did not dare to be presumptuous.

However, when Fang Yuan opened the last page, he saw that the income this month had been taken by Gu Yue Dong Tu.

“Young master, the previous owner personally took it. We dare not fight.” The shopkeeper replied while wiping his sweat. His old body was already trembling and his face had become extremely pale.

Fang Yuan was speechless, he placed the account book on the table and glanced at the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper immediately felt a huge pressure as if a mountain was pressing down on him. He was scared to death, kneeling on the ground.

Seeing the shopkeeper kneel down, the servants also cleverly knelt down one by one.

Fang Yuan calmly sat down and turned his gaze towards them.

The servants immediately felt like they were in an ice world, they could not help Fang Yuan's aura. They're all quiet.

For these humans, the wine shop job was stable and safe, an ideal job. They don't want to lose this job.

Fang Yuan stopped after seeing that his authority had been established, going too far could end up being detrimental. He slowly spoke, “I won't care about past problems. I see that your wages are rather low; the waiter's salary will be raised twenty percent and the shopkeeper forty percent from now on. Work properly and you will get more benefits.”

Fang Yuan stood up and walked to the entrance.

The group of people kneeling on the ground were stunned for a while before regaining consciousness. All of their eyes were filled with tears flowing down their faces.

"Thank you young master for your incredible kindness!"

"Young compassionate master, we will definitely work with all our strength!"

"Young master, you are our benefactor, please be careful."

The sound of crying came from behind, there was also the crisp sound of the forehead breaking on the black tiles of the kowtow continuously.

Use force alongside mercy, this was the only way the superior controlled his subordinates no matter in which world. Strength was his foundation and under this power, the slightest kindness would be magnified many times.

Benefits without power will only give a good samaritan title. But as time went on, people no longer felt grateful for such kindness and would instead result in greed and disaster.

Fang Yuan thought of the Red Imperial Ancestor. (1)

In those days, the Ancestor of the Red Empire had gone through and experienced trials and he came to the conclusion: Political power comes from weapons!

This is the true truth — forces are the foundation of any political force. What is called authority is only a complement to power.

In fact not only authority, wealth and beauty are also derivatives of power.

Fang Yuan headed to the three bamboo houses after leaving the winery.

These three bamboo houses were rented by uncles and aunts; they were practically full.

The world is more concerned with birth. For a large population that continues to grow, the space in the village appears narrow.

The clan had the oldest son system that inherited property. The other sons and daughters had to rely on their efforts. Even if many people relied on clan politics to get a bit of a share of the family's assets and work hard outside, they might not even be able to save enough to buy a bamboo house all their lives.

On the one hand, raising Gu was time-consuming and on the other hand, the village had limited space, so the house price was very expensive.

They can naturally build a house outside the village but it is not safe. Wild animals and snakes will always roam and can enter the house. Above all, every time a wave of ferocious beasts occurred, all the houses outside the village would be destroyed.

Expanding the village is the only way to solve this.

But expanding meant that the area to be defended would increase and the village would not be able to survive the tidal attacks of savage beasts. Moreover, if the territory was large then it would be difficult to guard and look for the infiltration of Gu Master from other villages.

Gu Yue Village had been extended several times in history but had been destroyed by waves of ferocious beasts. After learning from this lesson, the size of the village was currently already the largest.

Fang Yuan skimmed a glance and after understanding a few situations, he had already obtained his picture.

These three bamboo houses were very well operated by Uncle and Aunt. His rent was also adjusted to gain more profit, so he might let it run that way. He calculated that the income from these three bamboo houses was not as much as a wine shop but the difference was not much.

The overall situation was much better than Fang Yuan's initial expectations.

The day before yesterday, he had nothing and became so poor that the number of his ancient stones did not even reach five. But now, suddenly, he rose to the list of the richest people in the clan.

The female tenants in this rented house were all rank two female Master Gu in difficulty. Upon learning of Fang Yuan's identity, their gazes towards him turned friendly.

If they could get close to Fang Yuan and marry him, then they would no longer need to rush into danger; their lives would be smooth and stable.

Such a life was what they pursued and used all their strength to fight for.

That is, if Fang Yuan wanted to, he could retire and live a rich life now like he used to.

With a single tap of a finger, many female Master Gu would flock to him.

“But that's not what I want.” Fang Yuan stood on the second floor of the bamboo house, letting the female Master Gu's provocative gaze fall onto his body. He frowned as he held the fence and stared far away.

In the distance, the green mountains stretched continuously, looking like a sleeping giant with a grayish-blue sky as its blanket.

Endless rivers and boundless earth, when can I move unhindered on it?

Amidst the winds of change, dragons and snakes appeared from the land (2), when could I look down on all living things?

“Since my rebirth, I have been drifting with the waves like duckweed without roots. I went to great lengths to obtain family assets; on this basis, I could be said to have been independent and gained my foothold. Next is to dig up the legacy of the Flower Wine Monk and exert all my efforts to cultivate to rank three, then I can leave this village and go to the vast world!” The flames lit up in Fang Yuan's pitch-black eyes.

Mount Qing Mao was one of the countless mountains in the Southern Border. And the Southern Border is just a corner of this world.

Too small, too small! How can such a place sustain its lofty ambitions?

Compared to its ambition, this family asset – that others want to get, which is a longing – is very small like dust.

"Sister, get down, I need to talk to you." At some point, Gu Yue Fang Zheng had reached the bamboo house. He looked at Fang Yuan and shouted.

"Hmm?" Fang Yuan's mind path was broken, he looked at Fang Zhen with an indifferent gaze.

The brothers' eyes met; it was silent…

Fang Zheng's younger brother was below and shrouded in the shadow of another house. He was facing upwards; his eyebrows were raised and both his eyes were flickering with light.

Big brother Fang Yuan was at the top; the sunlight was shining on him, his slightly drooping eyes had pupils that were as dark as night.

Similar faces reflected in each other's eyes.

Regarding the appearance of his younger brother, Fang Yuan was not surprised. Fang Zheng was Uncle and Aunt's weapon to fight over family assets.

But, so what?

Fang Yuan looked at Fang Zheng, sighing inwardly, "Class Conversation, but nothing more than pawns."

(1) This refers to Chairman Mao. Writing his name directly in Chinese text is taboo, it seems.

(2) – Following the meaning of 'an earthquake will occur, and all kinds of living beings feel restless and agitated, they start to move nimbly. This is a description of visualization.