Of course she knew that Soft Cloud Mountain Manor were parts of her and Yi Yun’s name combined together.
In the Soft Clouds Mountain Manor, there were clouds and mountain. The clouds were soft and the mountains were green. It was an artistic concept that gave limitless fanciful thoughts.
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The manor, in addition to the houses, had several thousands of acres of fertile fields. Not only did these fields grow crops, they also grew mulberry and tea leaves.
Beside the fertile fields, there was a large river. Its water entered the fish ponds, and the water could be used for irrigation and fish farming.
Not far off, there were beast pens and horse stables. They could be used to feed the owner’s mount and also raise livestock and poultry.
Without any exaggeration, with some salt and metal, this manor could be cut off from the external world and still continue on. All the necessities of life were self-sufficient.
Yi Yun let Jiang Xiaorou preside over the distribution of the land. Based on the size of the population, each person were given about a dozen acres. A hundred people was probably the optimum number of people that could live in Yi Yun’s land.
The people Yi Yun had brought from the Lian tribal clan were now tenants of Yi Yun.
Initially, Yi Yun wanted to take a few percentage of their harvests, but Yi Yun was not going to be limited to this area. Neither did he want to pursue the food that these people survived on. As such, he decided not to take a cut, and all the crop production belonged to the tenants themselves.
Because of this, the Lian tribal clan people were extremely indebted to Yi Yun. Where could someone find such a landlord?
Back in the Lian tribal clan, a large portion of the fruits of their labor were given up. Every month, they would receive only a tiny amount of food from the Lian tribal clan’s headquarters.
And back then, the land belonged to the tribe as a whole. But now in the Soft Clouds Mountain Manor, it was all Yi Yun’s. Yi Yun had given them fields rent-free and provided them with clothing and shelter. Such a master made them willing to die for him.
When the lands were distributed, the people’s mood was indescribable.
They had never seen such broad and fertile land in the vast wilderness. Some old farmers who have been farming for their entire lives burst into tears as they knelt down to kiss the ground. To farmers, the land was life. They had deep feelings for the land that ordinary people could not understand. To have land and food to eat, it was the greatest gift.
As Yi Yun’s sister, Jiang Xiaorou was the mistress of the manor.
The large fields, with a hundred people had to be managed properly. Who was to rear fish and who was to man the fields were planned. The finances had to be put into order and the family rules had to be complete.
Yi Yun had to cultivate and had no time for it. Hence, this responsibility fell on Jiang Xiaorou.
Jiang Xiaorou had wisdom that was completely inconsistent with her age. Yi Yun got a few housekeepers from the city to teach Jiang Xiaorou for a few days, and before long, Jiang Xiaorou had already managed to put the manor in good order.