Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Yang Zhenshan ignored those gazes and continued to follow Zhang Hanshan to a courtyard.

It must be said, the courtyard recommended by Zhang Hanshan was indeed nice—it wasn’t refined or splendid but definitely peaceful and elegant.

The houses were ample, enough to accommodate forty or fifty people without issue.

This was normal, most who come to Wind Island would bring some attendants, they wouldn’t stay long, and their accommodation requirements wouldn’t be too high, yet since they are Innate Martial Artists, the place couldn’t be too shabby.

Thus, it being neither here nor there, just about suitable.

Everyone wouldn’t feel dissatisfied, allowing for tolerable living conditions.

”What’s the cost for ten days?” Yang Zhenshan glanced at the courtyard’s arrangement and nodded, asking the price.

”Senior, if only renting the courtyard, it’s one tael of silver per day. For meals, our family’s restaurant is right next door, and senior can order meals there!” Zhang Hanshan embarrassedly smiled.

Upon hearing that, Yang Zhenshan raised an eyebrow.

A tael of silver a day?

That’s it?

Even Yang Zhenshan thought this was exorbitant.

A courtyard like this, even in Da’an Capital City, the rent for a month would only be about a tael of silver.

On Divine Wood Island, the rent would be even cheaper.

Yet considering the location, well, this is where they make their money.

”How about meals?”

”For high-quality meals, two taels per person per day; medium-quality, one tael; low-quality, five coins. Which does senior want?” Zhang Hanshan cautiously glanced at the group behind him.

He likely felt the prices were too extortionate, but he couldn’t control the prices.

Yang Zhenshan chuckled as he stroked his beard, looking at the restaurant next door, hmm, this isn’t a restaurant; it’s a gold mine!

Forget high-quality, even low-quality meals at five coins per person a day would cost fifteen taels for thirty people in one day, considering ten days would be a hundred and fifty taels.

Yet asking Innate Martial Artists to eat low-quality meals would be an insult!

The attendants of Innate Martial Artists aren’t ordinary either; at least they are Postnatal Martial Artists, even above the Postnatal Fifth Layer .

For example, the sailors Yang Zhenshan brought this time were Postnatal Martial Artists at the seventh and eighth layers.

Could you respectfully let them eat low-quality meals?

If everyone consumes premium meals, it would be two taels per person per day. With more than thirty people, that’s seventy taels a day, and seven hundred taels for ten days.

In this view, rent is cheap in comparison.

Besides rent and meals, they also need to replenish various supplies.

Judging the rent and meal prices here, the cost of supplies on Wind Island surely isn’t low either.

Without spending a few thousand taels of silver, leaving Wind Island seems difficult.

The island doesn’t need many visitors—thirty or so groups like Yang Zhenshan a year could yield tens of thousands of silver coins.

Is Wind Island that big?

No!

Wind Island is just an ordinary little island.

But its annual income can rival the Yang family’s Cloud Island, or even exceed it.

The Yang family’s Cloud Island sits on several shipping lanes, acting as a key supply point. Nonetheless, Cloud Island’s annual revenue is only around tens of thousands of silver coins.

Moreover, Wind Island’s annual visitors must exceed thirty or so groups; this number might even double.

This isn’t a poor rural area; it’s essentially a constant goldmine.

Yang Zhenshan even feels an impulse to seize it, but he knows it’s merely thinking, as the distance from Divine Wood Island is too great, not worth the Yang family traveling ten thousand miles to claim such a detached territory.

Yang Zhenshan gave Zhang Hanshan a deep look, then signaled to Li Chang, who immediately understood, taking out ten gold ingots from his bundle.

”Half a month, high-quality meals, no problem, right?” Li Chang said.

Ten gold ingots equal a hundred taels of gold, equivalent to a thousand taels of silver, more than enough for ten days of rent and meal fees.

Zhang Hanshan scrambled to catch the glittering gold ingots, his face again showing a sycophantic smile, ”No problem, no problem, thank you for the gratuity, senior!”

The extra amount was naturally his commission. At that moment, in his eyes, Yang Zhenshan’s group was the big spenders.

”Stay here for the ten days, ready to serve.” Yang Zhenshan glanced at him and said faintly.

”Yes, yes! I’ll obey!” What else could Zhang Hanshan say?