Chapter 1143: Chapter 94: If I Kill You, I’ll Go Home and Get Married

Fusang girls going out to work isn’t a big problem, but the complexities behind it are numerous.

The official stance isn’t great, after all, the local women’s employment issues haven’t been fully addressed. If you open a back door for the Fusang girls, the old ladies from the Red Lantern Society and the female workers from Qianjin Church will surely have something to say.

What’s the matter, think the wildflowers are better than home flowers?

So there needs to be someone with a non-official identity, yet enjoys transcendental reputation within this special group, to stand out and cooperate with officials in handling this matter.

There used to be many such people; most of them have all eaten peanuts.

Thanks to the protection from her ancestors and her steadfast ideological awareness, Yagyu Junko narrowly escaped disaster.

But if she herself wasn’t cut out for it, with narrow vision only concerned with her family matters, unwilling to address outside issues — there are actually many such people in society, complacently enjoying various social benefits without understanding or caring how these benefits came to be, merely taking without thinking to give, yet feeling they are particularly clever.

When called upon to pay the Liaodong taxes, clutching silver while shouting poverty; when the Tartar people came for head shaving, complaining the river water was cold.

Living and breathing may not violate the law, but leaving them around only raises the price of rice.

If you don’t want to do it, then let someone else handle this matter.

Yagyu Junko is quite helpless.

In the past, was it that I didn’t want to do this? I did a lot and yet you weren’t pleased.

Now not doing things, you’re still not pleased.

Wanting to stand still while making money, where in the world is such a good thing…

But there’s no choice, others have “this”, and also “that”.

She had no choice.

“Open a ramen shop?”

Yan Yu’an seemed surprised, “This is your plan?”

Yagyu Junko thought, otherwise, I want to start the first song and dance nightclub in Tianmen City, will you issue me a business license?

“The key isn’t what business to do, but what problem to solve. What the young master wants, to put it plainly, is nothing more than ‘social stability’. The simplest way is to find them a stable job where they can earn a wage to support themselves.”

“Fusang women naturally don’t have many living skills; apart from the simplest flesh trade, their biggest advantage is being diligent and obedient. Either work as servants in private homes or serve guests outside, essentially the same.”

“Being a maid is a tough path, current policies don’t allow taking concubines or keeping slaves. So working in the public is mostly in the areas of clothing, food, accommodation, and transportation.”

“These years, Liusheng Dojo has accumulated some capital; this lady is willing to invest in the catering industry, open more ramen shops, and specifically recruit fellow sisters.”

“How many ramen shops can you open? You don’t have to finance them yourself; if funding isn’t an issue?”

“Then open a hotel.”

Yagyu Junko brought out her second plan.

“The population flow in Tianmen City is so great, opening a hotel is a surefire business, a high-grade hotel could solve employment for at least a hundred people, the only issue is the high initial investment.”

Doing as much as the funds allow, and for Yagyu Junko, it suits her expertise.

Don’t think a hotel only needs front desk staff and cleaning ladies; it requires manpower in many areas.

In a small place like Liusheng Dojo, Yagyu Junko supports over fifty disciples and the same number of maids. Besides, there are musicians, doorkeepers, full-time drivers…

“Go back, draft a complete plan proposal; after this matter is over, we’ll discuss it carefully.”

Plans that Yagyu Junko could think of, the officials have surely considered long ago, but it’s Yagyu Junko who must initiate and cooperatively execute. Many things proceed smoothly from bottom up, but from top down, endless issues arise.

Yan Yu’an brought Wang Yunxiao and Han Bin over, solved the matter in one night of mahjong.

If it was someone else, it might drag for half a year.

Wang Yunxiao played a grueling night of mahjong because he hadn’t brought much money with him.

It’s widely known that without gambling money, mahjong has no fun at all.

There’s moneyless mahjong here at Liusheng Dojo, but Wang Yunxiao isn’t keen on playing.

Not afraid, just not liking it.

Playing until late at night, he got really bored and found a place to take a nap.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already daylight.

After the rain passed, today was a beautiful day.

After breakfast, Huang Anshi took out his ritual gear from the bag — including a compass, a peach wood sword, and a cross engraved with an urgent Imperial decree of the Supreme Elder Lord, along with a series of magic artifacts to prepare for an exorcism ritual.

Wang Yunxiao came out to relieve himself, saw him setting up an altar with a few disciples, placing offerings, and began burning incense for worship. He curiously walked over and asked, “Master, which Immortal are you worshipping here?”

Huang Anshi laughed, “They say to follow the host’s customs, this depends on which Immortal the host family believes in.”

“I heard Fusang people all offer worship to Yamata Orochi.”

Huang Anshi’s expression froze.

The little Lily hurriedly interjected, “Young Master Li has misunderstood; only those unassimilated Fusang people offer worship to Yamata Orochi, we worship the Master of Ten Thousand Transformations.”

Huang Anshi’s face grew increasingly awkward.

If it’s Jesus Christ, Heavenly God, or Shakyamuni Buddha, I could give you some information.

Who is the Master of Ten Thousand Transformations?

Can this job be done?

At this time, the female disciples at the neighboring dojo began their morning practice; fresh and delightful young girls in training outfits started warming up, punching and stretching the legs, immediately attracting the attention of his disciples.

Lolis, such beautiful things, who doesn’t love watching, especially a group of energetic little lolis.

Where is the demon here…

Abacus was silently mocking the teacher for scamming food and drink, when two heroic and smart young swordswomen, adorned with bamboo swords, walked into the dojo.

Surely the differences in people’s aura are significant. Although wearing the same training clothes and holding the same bamboo swords, once these two girls appeared, it felt like the sunlight shone solely on them, the surrounding immature fruits suddenly lost their appeal.

“Master, master! Look over there—”

“Stop looking around! What are you here for? Hurry to work!”

Huang Anshi scolded verbally, yet couldn’t help casting an extra glance.

They are experts.

Unexpectedly in this Fusang-initiated Sword Dojo, there are real experts. Such experts likely don’t fear any demon. Apparently, my abilities to exorcise are indeed displaying skills before an expert here, no wonder they show a poor attitude.

So it’s better to wrap up the ritual quickly and leave, not to stay here and find embarrassment.

He started concentrating on hand gestures and chants, didn’t notice Wang Yunxiao’s strange expression beside him.

Meanwhile in the dojo, Li Mumu picked up a bamboo sword aimed at Shen Qingxi, coldly stated, “Our feud ends today here!”

Shen Qingxi, with a dogtail grass in his mouth, holding a bamboo sword, laughed, “Sir Jiro, I see no realization in your sword; such a sword is unworthy to compete with mine.”

“How can I show you my realization?”

“Bet on your lover! If you die by my sword today, I’ll replace you to marry back home!”

“Wow—”

This explosive plot left the surrounding fresh small apples stunned.