It was another mountain formed from bizarrely shaped giant boulders. Taimu Mountain was just a little brother beside it.
There was no such thing as tourism in ancient times. In the modern world, it would have long since become a famous mountain.
In the eyes of the ancients, of course, it was merely a lump of rock, worth nothing.
"If you want the land next door, you have to take the mountain behind it too. And you can't pay mountain-land prices. It has to be the same price as the land below," the Grand Elder said stiffly.
"Heh, of course. They're connected," Wei Xiaolin said with a gloating smile.
"That mountain's no small thing. It's tall and huge, and no one's ever climbed it. Its base should cover several thousand mu. Head steward, have you measured it?" Cui Shigong asked, all smiles.
"Yes. It covers a vast area, a full five thousand mu. As for the top, I estimate over four thousand mu. The mountain is practically sheer, steep and treacherous, with very few trees," said head steward Zhou Quan.
"Heh, with the land outside, that makes nearly seven thousand mu, doesn't it?" the Grand Elder asked with a smile.
"More or less." Zhou Quan nodded.
"How much per mu?" the Grand Elder asked.
"It used to be twenty low-grade Spirit Stones per mu. Now it's risen to thirty," Zhou Quan said.
"Then that's two hundred and ten thousand low-grade Spirit Stones. Converted to high-grade Spirit Stones, that's over two thousand," Wei Xiaolin said.
"That would cover half the bathrooms." Zhou Quan nodded.
"That settles half the bathrooms, but the wind turbines are the biggest expense. What are we going to use to cover that debt? Are we supposed to mortgage the City Lord's Residence to Elder Tang?" Stroking his