Jimò Shuang hadn't hidden that she'd gone to see Ji Sun Yin.
Ji Sun Yin had always trusted his subordinates, too.
So when Qin You asked him bluntly, he told him.
"Her Ladyship and the others are already rolling in wealth. Why would they rob the poor to help the rich?" Those landlords and gentry naturally had money, land, and people, but the wealth of even one of their families couldn't compare to the Gongxi Clan's. At the words rob the poor to help the rich, everyone fell silent.
Ji Sun Yin said, "If they can buy it, they should be willing to pay."
He knew his own clan.
Their moral standards were pretty high.
They wouldn't start by putting a knife to someone's throat and forcing them to sell.
Qin You urged his warhorse forward a few steps, catching up until he was half a horse-length ahead of Ji Sun Yin, and nudged Yun Da aside. "My lord, I have a plan!"
Everyone burst into hearty laughter.
Qin You couldn't take the mockery, and scolded them all at once. "No laughing! Not a single one of you! Old Qin's plan is absolutely brilliant! Her Ladyship and the others want a piece of land, don't they? My lord says they'll definitely start by talking money. If there's profit to be made, why not make it ourselves? First we send people to kill off a few of them and seize their land, then sell it to Her Ladyship and the others at a good price. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
Swallow the landlords and gentry with one hand, then take a bite out of a rich woman with the other.
Two birds with one stone—and profit on both ends.
Everyone's laughter came to an abrupt halt.
Ji Sun Yin fell into an