Mu Rui, who has a frigid personality, finally couldn't stand Mu Changzuo's different treatment. In fact, he was just worried about himself, looked down on himself, and had resentment. He couldn't help but mutter: "I really don't understand who your own son is, who treats others happily, but he is like an enemy, and he still has a deep hatred for blood-sea people-"

"Shut up—"

After being interrupted suddenly, Mu Rui was still Mu Changzuo became even more angry. He shouted loudly and stopped Mu Rui without hesitation. He even said angrily: "Mu Rui, if you are as capable as Shenglan and are calm in your work, how could you be so strict with you as a father? Such a harsh criticism?"

Seeing that Mu Rui became honest and did not dare to talk back, Mu Changzuo ignored it and was too lazy to pay attention to it.

"Sheng Lan~ It's like this. Today is different from the past. With the opening of the treasure of the Heavenly Mansion and the evolution of many subsequent things, it has brought great changes to the world of cultivation, especially the sects of cultivation in the secular world."

"Some time ago, secular cultivation forces have expanded their enrollment one after another, recruiting many disciples with superior qualifications and great potential. This has made the cultivation resources within the sect more tense, and even the living materials are in short supply."

"Therefore, this rescue is said to be the request of the corresponding court for help from the cultivator sects to resist the practitioners of the Dongyu Dynasty and to wipe them out. It is better to say that those cultivators are for their own sake and divert internal pressure."

Although Mu Changzuo was slow and clear, Mu Rui was confused when he heard it, and felt clouds and mist. He couldn't help but frown and asked, "Father, what does this have to do with us recruiting cultivators?"

"snort--"

Mu Changzuo glanced at Mu Rui, with only one nasal sound, no more reactions, too lazy to take a look, let alone explain, but he couldn't help but have a thought in his heart and shook his head secretly.

What a dog thing that can't be supported by the mud -

After asking for something, Mu Rui felt a little disappointed, so he didn't continue to ask questions. He stood there embarrassedly and honestly, as if he was waiting for something, as if he wanted to get the answer he wanted from Chen Shenglan.

Although Mu Rui's performance was a bit unbearable, not smart enough, and more dull, the couple was one. Chen Shenglan didn't want Mu Rui's situation to be too embarrassing, as if she hadn't heard Mu Changzuo's cold snorkeling, and hurriedly followed Mu Rui's words.

"Father, what you mean is that many of the practitioners who come to the southwest, especially those who have the power of cultivation, are not in a good situation and have extremely limited development within the sect. If you want to further improve your cultivation, you can only rely on the power of the world. Is that true?"

After receiving intentional or unintentional guidance from his wife, Mu Rui immediately understood.

"Yes, that's probably it."

It was as if he was repaying his own fault. As soon as Chen Shenglan finished speaking, Mu Rui, who had reacted, couldn't wait to exclaim, and then, an extremely confident look appeared on his face, and he added with great confidence: "It must be like this. The cultivation resources are too many monks and less porridge. Now there are so many disciples all at once. The situation of those people in the past can be imagined."

Gradually, the smile on Mu Rui's face was filled with a hint of gloating.

"Hehe, at the end of the journey, like the noble families in the secular world, it is undoubtedly their best place to go and the only option. It may be extremely easy to recruit them at this time."

"It's really a turn of feng shui~"

No one interrupted Mu Rui and let him continue to speak and show off his compliment.

"Although, my father, although the Southwest Rebellion has severely damaged the people's livelihood in Yunnan and injured many people, it is a great opportunity for our Mu Mansion, an opportunity to develop further. If the operation is done properly, even if the current practitioners increase by several times or ten times, we can afford to worship them."

Chen Shenglan was not only not angry when her husband stole the limelight, but was also happy from the bottom of her heart, even happier than her performance was appreciated, let alone any grudges.

Therefore, Chen Shenglan naturally enjoyed seeing Mu Rui's success and no complaints about his own credit and limelight.

"Father, after this war, a large number of unowned lands appeared in Yunnan. Even the booklets for registering arable land in the government office were completely damaged. There are less than three or four left. We just took this opportunity to occupy those fields."

At this time, Mu Changzuo's eyes when he looked at Mu Rui also changed. He nodded frequently and his ugly expression also showed a small face, which looked like Lao Huai's relief.

"Okay, Rui'er, let's leave this matter to you and your wife to do."

After Mu Rui finished speaking, Mu Changzuo said this loudly without hiding his appreciation. He seemed to have thought of something. His easy-going expression curled a little, with a little warning, and then added: "However, we should discuss with Shenglan more about recruiting cultivators. If something goes wrong, don't blame him for being ruthless."

"Yes, father, son knows."

It was like a frost-beating eggplant. Facing Mu Changzuo's repeated instructions, Mu Rui felt a little frustrated, but when he saw his father's stern eyes, he could only suppress the unhappiness in his heart and agreed in a muffled voice.

No one knows his son, but how could Mu Changzuo not see Mu Rui's little thoughts and dissatisfaction with himself?

It is nothing more than wanting to be arbitrary and be the leader of the family. One person is responsible for recruiting practitioners. Although the other person is his own wife, it also has great constraints and cannot do as he thinks.

"Shenglan--"

At this time, with a call, Mu Changzuo looked at Chen Shenglan with a smile on his face. He seemed easy-going, but continued earnestly: "Shenglan, my father will not beat around the bush. In the future, you will be the head of the Mu Mansion and be responsible for handling all the things in the Mu Mansion--"

"Father, no, there is also a husband--"

Chen Shenglan's calm expression could not see her emotional fluctuations. When she heard Mu Changzuo's call, she was about to respond, but when she heard the words behind her father-in-law, she became anxious and couldn't help but interrupt. She was about to refuse, and her face was full of anxiousness, but before she finished speaking, she was stopped by Mu Changzuo.

"Okay, Shenglan, I know what you want to say. Let me finish your father's words first."

Mu Changzuo paused, glanced at Mu Rui, and then continued to speak earnestly.

"Shenglan, there is nothing to postpone. You know Mu Rui's temperament and you should also know it very well. If no one restrains him from the side and lets his temperament come, maybe when a big mess will happen. Therefore, for the future of the Duke of Qian's Mansion, you must be the head of the shogunate."

"well--"

Speaking of this, Mu Changzuo sighed, a cloud of sorrow appeared on his face, and he paused slightly, as if he was helpless and disappointed, although Mu Rui also performed well in front.
Chapter completed!