Pan Yun took twenty-eight Daoists straight to Quanzhou.
Cao Jixiang eagerly came out of the Maritime Trade Office to greet them, bowing respectfully. "The National Preceptor's arrival is truly Quanzhou's good fortune."
The Prefect of Quanzhou also hurried over.
This time, Pan Yun took the seat of honor.
She did not waste words, merely pointing at the twenty-eight Daoists. "These are Poor Daoist's people and people from the Ministry of Works. You two, assign us a place to work."
The Prefect of Quanzhou immediately said, "Yes, yes, yes. There are several vacant residences in the city. The National Preceptor may send people to inspect them. If none are suitable, Quanzhou can build another according to the National Preceptor's requirements."
Before she had even started making money, Pan Yun did not wish to take up too much of the local treasury.
Otherwise, some ministers at court would have plenty to argue about.
Pan Yun thus sent Zhang Weiliang to inspect the residences.
She had brought many blueprints, all of them machines tested by the Ministry of Works that could be used for people's livelihood.
The Quanzhou branch could not only manufacture these devices, but also conduct detailed research and upgrades.
The reason she had chosen Quanzhou was that, after a year of development, Quanzhou Harbor had already risen to the top of the Ming Dynasty.
A whole row of berths in the harbor was already heavily used, while the warehouses on shore were sixty percent full. Many shops had also been built.
The harbor had now formed a bustling street, completely different from its former desolation, when not a trace of human habitation could be seen for ten li.
The place teemed with people. Most were laborers squatting at the harbor awaiting cargo unloading, or peddlers pushing carts to sell goods.