To be honest, with Song Ankang's current cautiousness, if not for his greatest trump card —his strength — he would not have made such a rash decision.
Even though at that time, even if three-digit tenants of Chaoyun Manor really died, he would at most be removed from his position as the owner of Chaoyun Manor. With his strength backing him, he would make a comeback sooner or later.
However, it was not easy for Song Ankang, who had come from modern society, to accept this matter. After all, so many people had died indirectly. How could he bear it?
It was already a huge deal for a few of his descendants to die on Earth, let alone a few hundred.
As a descendant of Yanhuang, Song Ankang had seen how much the higher-ups of the country valued human lives. At that time, he was extremely touched and gradually established the concept that human lives were at stake.
Such an idea was not easy to change. And it was not a bad thing. At least it would make Song Ankang value those below him.
As his strength and status increased, it was inevitable that Song Ankang would reach the top in the future and control the lives of many people. If he did not care about human lives, he would become an executioner sooner or later.
The human race of the Mysterious Desolate Great World was already struggling to survive. They could face a calamity at any time, so how could they continue to kill each other?
The sound of the car was clear as it drove slowly into the estate with the anticipation of the entire farmstead.
"He's back. The Manor Lord is back. Everyone, go and welcome him."
"Let's hope we get some good news. Then we might get through this year."
"Let's all stop for a moment. We'll go welcome the Manor Lord."
Soon the stone road leading to the workshop was lined with tenants, all waiting for Soan Kang, hoping for a good answer.
Wang Yuliang stood in front of the crowd. Behind him, the stewards of the Chaoyun Manor looked at the carriage expectantly.
Song Ankang got out of the carriage and glanced at the stewards and tenants around him. A smile appeared on his face. "Everything is going well. In the future, our Chaoyun Manor will have another stable source of income. If nothing goes wrong, we should be able to survive this year."
As the words fell, after a moment of silence, the huge manor house erupted in deafening cheers.
"Thank you, Manor Lord, Thank you so much!"
"Thank you, Manor Lord. Our farm is saved."
"After losing so many precious herbs, we thought that we wouldn't be able to escape misfortune this year. We didn't expect you to find a way to save us so quickly."
"Who was the one who said that the Manor Lord was incapable in the past? I think the Manor Lord is the most capable among all the Manor Lords."
Soon, with Wang Yuliang as the leader, many stewards followed closely behind. Then, all the tenants knelt down to Song Ankang and thanked him for everything he had done for Chaoyun Manor.
Everyone knew that even if the weather was bad this year and the harvest was not good, with the remaining food and herbs last year, Song Ankang's days would not be bad, let alone starve.
If Song Ankang was more ruthless and divided the harvest more, he could still live a good life this year.
However, Song Ankang did not. Knowing that he might not be able to keep his position as the manor master if he failed, he decided to spend hundreds of medicinal herbs to try, hoping to find a way for the tenants of Chaoyun Manor to survive.
As the owner of Chaoyun Manor, he personally went to Tongxin Town to discuss business. He did not hesitate to ruin his reputation. Moreover, during this period, most people in Chaoyun Manor were still suspecting Song Ankang.
However, under such circumstances, Song Ankang still took the risk and successfully completed this business, opening a new path for Chaoyun Manor to make money and also a life-saving path.
Thinking of what Song Ankang had done for Chaoyun Manor, many people were ashamed and no longer dared to question Song Ankang. Wang Yuliang and the other higher-ups of the farm were also convinced by Song Ankang.
Under the welcome of all the tenants of Chaoyun Manor, Song Ankang returned to the workshop. Looking at the bright eyes of the girls inside, full of anticipation, Song Ankang smiled and waved. "Split the money!"
Stars began to flicker in their beautiful eyes, and some of them had already turned red. They felt that at this moment, Song Ankang's charm was off the charts, and they wished they could marry him immediately.
However, the girls refused together when Qiu Shi started to split the money with them.
"Manor Lord, we've destroyed so many medicinal herbs during this period. We can't take these profits."
"That's right, that's right. It's better to wait until our abilities improve so that we won't destroy too many medicinal herbs. Then, Manor Lord can give us some profits appropriately."
'The profits are too much for us to bear.'
Seeing that no one was willing to accept the profits, Song Ankang smiled and said, "I understand your intentions, but this was already agreed before. I have to accept it. You can't make me go back on my word, right?"
"Moreover, even though you've destroyed a lot of medicinal herbs, the success rate has far exceeded my expectations. Therefore, you didn't lose money this time. Instead, you earned some. It's enough to pay your profits. Take it quickly."
Before the girls could object, Song Ankang had already forcefully handed over a portion of the profits that he had calculated to these girls. It made the ten girls cry, and they felt as if they had sacrificed themselves for their confidantes.
As Song Ankang had said, the seriousness and intelligence of these girls exceeded his expectations. In addition, the processing of these basic herbs was not difficult, and Song Ankang's teaching ability was not bad.
Therefore, even at the beginning, Song Ankang did not lose money. Instead, he made some money.
The key was that after the success rate increased, Song Ankang would definitely be able to earn more. He would give 10% of the profits to these processors and leave 10% to run the manor. The remaining 80% would belong to Song Ankang.
What was there to be dissatisfied about? Even in modern society, it was already good enough for a boss to get more than 50% of the profits after deducting the cost.
"I'll give you a day off today. Work hard when you come back tomorrow. Whether our Chaoyun Manor can survive this year will depend on you."
After splitting the profits, Song Ankang let the touched girls go back to rest and share the joy of the harvest with their families.
Of course, the most important thing was to let everyone in Chaoyun Manor feel the benefits of this path of wealth. This way, more people would join in the future and help Song Ankang earn more profits.
Ten girls was still too little. There were more than a thousand tenants in Chaoyun Manor. Song Ankang's income would increase by dozens of times as long as half of them joined.
When he had enough wealth, would he still have to worry about not being able to buy cultivation resources?