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Although it was merely a promotion, it felt like a leap forward!
Wu Qianchuan could hardly contain his excitement, his hands trembling as he bowed deeply. "Your Highness, your humble servant thanks you for your generous reward! I am determined to serve you with all my heart until my last breath!"
He eagerly inquired, "Is Your Highness preparing for another voyage? I am willing to lead my troops to sea once more, to expand the territory for Da Qian and for you!"
Xu Lie shot a strange glance at Wu Qianchuan. Goodness, was the thrill of being promoted this intoxicating? He was no novice when it came to maritime affairs; he understood that human psychology had its limits.
Drifting endlessly on the vast ocean could be tedious and disheartening, leaving one feeling ungrounded. Even seasoned sailors, after spending long periods at sea, needed time on land to recuperate before embarking again. Otherwise, they might develop severe psychological issues.
Yet here was Wu Qianchuan, as if he had been injected with hormones, eagerly preparing for another voyage right after his promotion. Was the reward truly that enticing, or was Wu Qianchuan's spirit exceptionally resilient, far beyond that of ordinary sailors?
Coughing lightly, Song Qiao seemed to sense something but dared not speak directly, fearing it would embarrass Xu Lie. He chose instead to hint subtly: "Wu Qianshi—no, Wu Zhi—has heard that many merchant ships are setting sail. Perhaps he is worried they might encounter pirates who have not yet been dealt with. Wu Zhi cares deeply for the people; Old Man admires him greatly."
The implication was clear: Wu Qianchuan had fallen for the lies spun by His Highness and was anxious to set sail in search of gold.
Wu Qianchuan clearly did not grasp the underlying message and nervously looked at Xu Lie, echoing Song Qiao's words: "Yes, yes! I am just so worried about those common folks. The sea is not safe!"
Xu Lie was surprised by the personal thoughts of his subordinates but focused on ensuring the task was done well. "Alright then. I originally intended for you to rest a bit longer. Since Wu Zhi is so concerned for the people, it would be remiss of me not to heed that."
"Let's replace the current sailors and set sail again directly for Southern Land to cultivate fertile fields."
Wu Qianchuan suddenly found himself confused. Weren't they sailors? Hadn't they been traversing the seas? Why were they suddenly heading south to cultivate land? This didn’t seem right.
Moreover, if they were cultivating fertile fields, how would he search for the gold from the Former Minister of Revenue?
Chen Tao reacted swiftly, recalling what Xu Lie had once said: Could it be that the land to the south is indeed the fertile ground His Highness mentioned, where three crops can be harvested in a year?!
Xu Lie cast an appreciative glance at Chen Tao. "That's right. That is the blessed Fudi, capable of yielding three harvests a year. In the long run, its value is no less than millions of taels of gold."
A surge of warmth flooded Chen Tao's heart, and excitement coursed through him. The reason he had agreed to teach the sailors the Cang Hai Jue was precisely because Xu Lie had painted a grand vision for him—a vision that could ensure plenty for all the people of the realm.
Wu Qianchuan was equally astonished by this news. A land that could yield three harvests a year? What kind of miraculous place was that?
It is known that in years when natural disasters strike frequently, such as severe droughts or floods, food becomes far more precious than gold. During those times, even having money might not guarantee access to grain.
Moreover, land and gold are not the same; the former can be held onto and passed down through generations as family wealth, while the latter is merely fleeting wealth—once spent, it is gone.
With this thought in mind, Wu Qianchuan managed to curb his inner greed for gold. "I will ensure this matter is handled well for His Highness!" he vowed internally, praying that His Highness was not a miser when it came to rewards. If he could successfully manage this task, perhaps one day His Highness would grant him thousands of acres of that Fudi!
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