Black Cloud Mountain, atop a certain peak.
The place was the nearest to the outside world, where a mountain fortress had been established, with hundreds of acres of cultivated mountain fields nearby.
The fields on the mountain were steep and barren, yielding little grain.
Within the fortress, numerous buildings had been meticulously constructed, with a shrine at the very center.
Xu Yunlang, who was a noble son from a prominent family in the outside world, tread cautiously here, daring not to even take a breath too deeply.
He entered a study where a middle-aged man, looking similar to him and busily writing, was inside.
"Father..."
Xu Yunlang greeted with a bow, "Today, I inspected Small Field Village, and the growth of the fields looked promising. Next year should bring a good harvest... The yearly accounts of Datong Cloth Manor in the city have been audited, earning a total of one thousand two hundred and sixty-seven silver..."
"Hmm, not bad..."
