Chapter 815: A Rich Harvest, "Sharing the Loot"

Guessing that Mo Beihan wouldn't be able to drag on for too long, Qiao Ran, who had emptied Prince Ping's warehouse and secret room, decisively retreated and relocked the warehouse's three iron locks.

As for the two sentries who were knocked down, they will wake up before others come back, but they will lose their memory of the period of coma and will only think that only a moment has passed.

When they arrived at the edge of the cliff, Mo Beihan had indeed escaped from the pursuers and was waiting there.

"Did you succeed?"

Mo Beihan's eyes were bright and he asked softly.

Qiao Ran nodded, saying nothing.

The two men quickly climbed up the cliff along the rope, reeled it in, and everything disappeared without a trace.

In the farm below, the secret sentries who were tracking Mo Beihan returned to the warehouse and asked the two people who had been guarding there if there was anything unusual.

The two had no idea that they had woken up from a coma and shook their heads saying that there was nothing unusual.

Seeing the three intact iron locks, the others felt relieved, thinking that the thieves had been scared away by them, and returned to their original positions to continue their duty.

Here, Qiao Ran and the other person had returned to the woods where they tied the horses, and rode back with their horses fully loaded.

In the Qiao family in the Devil Valley, the two people who had reaped a lot of rewards began to "divide the spoils".

"Are you sure you only want the banknotes? You don't want anything else?"

"Well, it's difficult for you to exchange the banknotes, so give them all to me and I'll take them to the bank to exchange for silver. You can keep the rest. There are no women in the mansion for the time being, so you don't need the jewelry. They will all be yours sooner or later anyway."

Qiao Ran was speechless. What did she mean by "it will be hers sooner or later"? It was hard to say whether the two of them could really be together!

Since he doesn't want it, she won't be polite.

but……

"You don't want weapons either? King Ping has a lot of weapons in stock, you know that, don't you?"

Mo Beihan nodded:

"I know he has a rebellious heart. But hiding weapons is a serious crime. Dingbei Palace cannot let anyone find any evidence against him, otherwise it will give the Emperor and Prince Ping an opportunity to suppress or even destroy Dingbei Palace. I know that the place where you put your things is very safe. The things are all there with you. Maybe one day they will be useful. Even if they are not useful, it would be good to deal a heavy blow to Prince Ping."

Since he said so, Qiao Ran didn't insist.

"Okay, leave them all with me. Here, these are the banknotes in Prince Ping's secret room. I'll give them all to you!"

Qiao Ran took out a large stack of silver bills from the cloth bag. It was a thick stack of about five or six hundred bills.

Qiao Ran couldn't help but sigh: "These banknotes were all looted from various state and county governments, right? Prince Ping is really capable. He actually cultivated so many officials and lackeys."

She took a quick look and found that some of the silver notes had a face value of one hundred taels, some were two hundred taels, five hundred taels, and even one thousand taels.

Such a thick stack must be worth hundreds of thousands of taels, right?

Adding the large boxes of gold, silver and jewelry in his own space, a million taels would be indispensable, and there was more gold than silver in it. Converted into silver, it would be probably several million taels, right?

How much tax does Dai Viet collect in a year?

When I read ancient novels in the past, it was about an army of more than 100,000 people going to war, but the military pay, food and fodder allocated by the imperial court was only a few tens of thousands of taels of silver.

King Ping deliberately plundered so much silver. If he hadn't swept it up by himself, I'm afraid he would have been able to succeed in recruiting soldiers and winning people's hearts with it. Why would he have worried about not being able to seize the throne?

Mo Beihan nodded:

"Prince Ping has always played the role of being indifferent to fame and wealth and not competing with the world, so the emperor is very confident in him. No one knows when he started planning to amass wealth and stockpile food and weapons."

Qiao Ran curled her lips and said, "King Ping doesn't look very smart, but I didn't expect him to have so many tricks up his sleeve. It's true that you can't judge a person by his appearance!"

Mo Beihan looked towards the direction of the Imperial City with a deep gaze:

"Few of the royal family are simple. Unintelligent princes will not live to adulthood."

Qiao Ran thought about the wonderful palace fighting dramas she had watched and agreed with them:

"Yes, it's due to the environment. Anyone who can grow up safely in a place full of conspiracies and intrigues cannot be completely cunning. I guess there are few princes who don't want to sit in that high position. It's just that some have strong backgrounds, some are powerless, and some are secretly planning."

There was nothing to do in the afternoon, so the two of them went to work in the fields.

Looking at the lively harvest scene in the fields, Qiao Ran felt deeply gratified.

This is the foundation of my foothold in this world. I must lead all the villagers to become rich and build Qingshui Village into a stronger and safer place.

After taking a quick look around, Qiao Ran discovered something interesting.

She raised her chin towards Mo Beihan, motioning him to look into the distance:

"Hey, have you noticed that your men are so familiar with the girls in our village?