Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

Zhenbei City, City Lord's Mansion.

The atmosphere inside the hall was indescribably strange.

Lin Mo sat in the main seat with an air of nonchalance, hands tucked in his pockets, looking completely relaxed.

To his left, Qin Ruxue held the Lianhua Sword, her eyes closed as if everything around her was irrelevant.

To her right, Bai Zhi held a small notebook, the tip of a quill pen hovering over the paper, seemingly lost in thought about something.

In the hall, Meng Hu and Chu Mengyao stood side by side.

Even now, Meng Hu's weathered face still glows with excitement.

The surrendered soldiers outside the city have been dealt with properly, and Yuwen Biao's head is hung high on the city gate.

Having avenged his great grudge, he was bursting with boundless energy.

Now that Lin Mo had summoned him to discuss a matter of utmost importance, he was naturally full of energy.

In contrast, Chu Mengyao seemed preoccupied.

The blood feud against my father, my elder brother, and tens of thousands of the Mountain Shaking Army... has finally been avenged.

Who reported it?

That jerk who tossed and turned me around all night...

The thought of those shameless scenes from last night, and the glaring sight of him and Qin Ruxue standing side by side when he woke up this morning, was unbearable.

Chu Mengyao's heart felt like it was being soaked in a jar of mixed emotions.

It's both sour and astringent.

It also carried a hint of sweetness that even she herself was unwilling to admit.

"cough."

Lin Mo coughed lightly, breaking the eerie silence.

Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to it.

"Everyone's here, so let's have a short meeting."

He clapped his hands.

"Now, I hereby declare the Lin Group Northern Branch's Extraordinary Senior Management Meeting officially open!"

Meng Hu was stunned.

Lin's Chicken Balls? What's that? The Northern Territory... what?

Before he could figure it out, Lin Mo had already waved his hand dismissively.

hum-

A soft light appeared out of thin air in the center of the hall without warning, and quickly expanded into a huge three-dimensional light screen.

The next second, an incredibly detailed map of the North, like a painting brought to life by a deity, was vividly displayed before everyone.

Mountains, rivers, cities, and passes all radiated a soft glow, so clear they seemed almost within reach.

"My goodness..."

Meng Hu's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

He cautiously approached, circled the light screen twice, and mustered his courage to reach out and touch the "Zhenbei City" light image closest to him.

The hand passed right through without any hindrance.

"Amazing! This...this is simply divine intervention!"

Meng Hu slapped his thigh and excitedly turned to look at Chu Mengyao, winking and making faces at her.

That expression seemed to say: Miss! Look at me! I did a great job as a matchmaker! This son-in-law is a true genius! Our Mountain Shaking Army has chosen the right person this time!

Chu Mengyao stomped her foot in embarrassment and anger, and glared fiercely at the disrespectful old man, Meng Hu.

She knew, of course, that Lin Mo wasn't an ordinary person, but this guy's "divine methods" went far beyond what she'd described...

Last night in bed, the endless variety of positions she encountered further...

Thinking of this, her cheeks flushed even more.

When she looked at Lin Mo again, there were some indescribable ripples in her clear, cold eyes.

Lin Mo didn't notice the two exchanging glances at all. He lightly swiped his finger across the light screen, and the map instantly zoomed in.

"Look carefully, this is the territory we've just taken over."

He pointed to the various sizes of dots on the map.

"Sixteen cities with names and surnames. One hundred and eight villages and towns with permanent residents."

"As for those bandit dens and bandit strongholds that weren't registered, they were countless."

At this point, Lin Mo's gaze suddenly turned to Chu Mengyao.

"But here's the problem: how do we manage such a large territory? Grand Strategist Chu, what are your thoughts?"

"I?"

Chu Mengyao was taken aback by his sudden question.

She stared at the vast, breathtaking map, momentarily at a loss for what to do.

Managing just Zhenbei City was already giving her a huge headache, and now... it's the entire Northern Territory.

But when she met Lin Mo's gaze, which held a hint of scrutiny and trust, a surge of competitive spirit welled up within her.

She didn't want to be looked down upon by him, and she didn't want to be outshone by the two silent women beside her!

"have."

Chu Mengyao stepped forward, her gaze falling on the map on the light screen, her mind racing.

"I believe there are three urgent tasks at hand."

Her voice was clear and firm, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

"First, establish authority and appease the people. I suggest forming a military control team with veterans of the Shaking Mountain Army as the backbone, and quickly taking over the major cities. Proclaim Yuwen Biao's crimes to the world, and at the same time announce a three-year tax reduction for the northern border! Use both a big stick and sweet words to stabilize the people's hearts first."

"Second, investigation and reorganization. Conduct a thorough investigation of all officials, household registrations, and land holdings in all cities. Those who are Yuwen Biao's staunch loyalists and those who have committed heinous crimes will be severely punished. The rest will be retained depending on the circumstances. At the same time, village heads and pavilion chiefs will be re-elected in each village and town to return power to the people."

"Third, we can provide work relief. There are refugees everywhere in the northern border. We can organize these refugees and surrendered soldiers to build water conservancy projects and reclaim wasteland. We will not give them money, but we will provide them with three meals a day. This way, we can not only solve the problem of food and clothing for the refugees, but also turn their burden into labor and lay the foundation for future development."

After he finished speaking, his words were clear, logical, and well-organized, and even Meng Hu, who was standing next to him, nodded repeatedly in approval.

Lin Mo nodded in approval after listening, but then smiled.

He walked up to Chu Mengyao, and under her surprised gaze, he flicked her smooth forehead with his finger.

With a crisp and pleasant "snap," it made a sound.

"The idea is good, but the vision is a bit narrow."

"We're in a rebellion right now, in the early stages of our startup, in the user acquisition phase. I think taxes should be free for ten years."

"ten years!?"

Chu Mengyao covered her forehead, both angry and anxious. This guy had hit her again! But what bothered her more were his words.

"Ten years without taxes? Do you think I'm a fool? Where will the military pay and other expenses come from in the future?"

"What's the rush?"

Lin Mo put his hands in his pockets and explained slowly.

"The tax exemption I mentioned refers to the exemption of agricultural tax. We will be collecting commercial tax."

"Business tax?"

Chu Mengyao frowned even more deeply.

"Yuwen Biao's tyrannical taxation has devastated the entire northern border, leaving nine out of ten houses empty. What commerce can there possibly be left?"

"With just this meager tax revenue, we simply cannot support such a large army, let alone develop it in the future."

Looking at her pretty face, which was full of seriousness, Lin Mo smiled.

"You don't need to worry about that." His tone was full of confidence. "I have absolute confidence in my Yiyi."

"Yiyi?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Mengyao and Bai Zhi, who had been quietly taking notes, raised their heads almost simultaneously, their beautiful eyes turning to Lin Mo.

Just from her name, you can tell she's a woman.

Our family... Yiyi?

Chu Mengyao and Bai Zhi's hearts sank simultaneously.

Another one?

Seeing the sudden wariness in their eyes, Lin Mo belatedly realized that he had let something slip.

He coughed lightly and looked at Qin Ruxue somewhat embarrassed.

Qin Ruxue received the signal and spoke expressionlessly.

"Liu Yiyi is my second older sister."