The scenery of the south of the Yangtze River is infinitely good, even in late autumn, the mountains and rivers are exceptionally beautiful.

The trees all over the mountains are gradually dyed with a layer of fiery red, which is very magnificent, and the magnificence makes people intoxicated.

Lin'an City

Lin'an City is the richest city in the south of the Yangtze River, and its prosperity and liveliness do not have to be bad in Chang'an.

As soon as Yan Xiaomo entered the city, she attracted the attention of the women on the street, and those girls looked at Yan Xiaomo with admiration.

Yan Xiaomo has long been accustomed to such a scene, and she has encountered more fierce than these women in Chang'an before, so she didn't dare to go out easily.

These women in Jiangnan are reserved, so they secretly glance at her.

In fact, according to Yan Xiaomo's own aesthetic eyes, he is not a handsome guy at all, his facial features are delicate, and he is a sissy at most.

Maybe there is something wrong with the aesthetics of this dynasty, and they all think that she is handsome like a creamy girl.

But in the eyes of ordinary men, she is definitely not manly.

No matter what kind of vision others have, Yan Xiaomo will still do what she wants.

Yan Xiaomo sat idle in the teahouse of the wine shop in Lin'an City, it was not that she had nothing to do and came here to drink tea, the main reason why she came here was to find out the news of the prophecy of the time.

After all, there's no better place to hear about the prophecy of the hour than here.

Although some of these messages are true and some are false, it is better than no news at all.

"Have you heard, the owner of Qianji Villa is seriously ill and may die soon!"

The person at Yan Xiaomo's next table suddenly discussed a topic that made her feel a little impressed.

"Speaking of which, the owner of Qianji Villa can be regarded as young and promising, and he took over Qianji Villa at a young age, and he only took care of Qianji Villa up and down."

"No, the business of Qianji Villa is involved in all fields, and it also has dealings with Westerners, and it is definitely rich and rivals the country, and the wealth is rivaled by the country."

When those people talked about Qianji Villa, they all sighed and admired the owner of Qianji Villa very much.

"You said that the owner of Qianji Mountain Villa suffered from an incurable disease, it's really a pity, such a good person."

"What? Good people, what are you kidding, none of these rich people are good, especially mercenary businessmen like them. ”

Another person who didn't know the owner of the Thousand Machines immediately retorted.

Everyone knows the meanness and greed of this businessman.

"That's because you don't know about the owner of the Thousand Machines, you don't know what the owner of the Thousand Machines has done at all, otherwise you would never talk like this."

"Oh? What did the owner of the Thousand Machines do? ”

The man asked, he came from other places, and he didn't know much about the owner of the Thousand Machines, but the world was as black as a crow, and the merchants were all the same mercenary.

"At that time, the floods in the south of the Yangtze River were struggling, the people were not happy, and the disaster funds of the imperial court had not yet been allocated, and many refugees could not wait for the moment when the disaster funds of the imperial court were allocated.

The man's eyes were red, as if he had thought of something.

"I've also experienced that flood, if it weren't for the Thousand Machines, I would have starved to death, where is there today."

For these unpretentious people, the help of the Thousand Machines made them unforgettable, and they will always be remembered in their hearts.