The sixth day of the eighth month.
Yang Mingzhao once again took a ship out to sea.
He had not brought much with him, only four large chests in total, but the things he had brought were worth a great deal.
Putting aside the wine and tea, the silver notes he carried alone amounted to sixty-eight thousand taels, and there were also many other valuable items.
A single long saber forged from Earth Fire Steel was worth seventy or eighty thousand taels of silver, and the rest of the assorted odds and ends could sell for over a hundred thousand taels without a problem.
There were ten people leaving Star Moon Island with him. Aside from Wu Zheng and the guards at his side, he had also conveniently lured away seven young men from the island.
Most of the young people on the island had duties, either joining the official offices, the Naval Force, or trading firms. Only a very small portion of young people had failed to find positions for various reasons.
The fact that they had no duties did not mean they had no ability. The island had long since completed universal education: enlightenment studies began at the age of eight, martial training began at ten, they became martial artists at fifteen or sixteen, and by their early twenties they became Post-Heaven Martial Artists.
Now, almost all the young people in their twenties on the island were Post-Heaven Martial Artists. More importantly, they had all undergone military training, which made them extremely useful talents to Yang Mingzhao.
So he had conveniently lured away these seven young men.
If he had not been afraid of causing too big a stir, he would have wanted to lure away even more people.
They took a merchant ship belonging to the Yang