Chen Yifu's expression shifted slightly, and he said, "Old Yu, you're joking."
Compared to Prefecture City, the four-way posting grounds are like a chicken's rib—there's some profit to be made, but the nature of it is entirely different.
The land there holds no real guarantee; perhaps in a few years it'll just get dissolved, and then development starts anew.
The city gentry would never let that sort of place truly thrive—if it did, it'd cut into business inside the prefecture itself.
Though they might call themselves great households, in front of the truly elite and nobility, they're not worth mentioning at all.
"But if we could just take up something that's ready made? It wouldn't be a loss to us, would it?"
Chen Yifu went silent for a moment, glossed over the topic, and said, "Let's speak no more of it."
Right as his words faded, the academy's junior official on stage had already finished announcing the examination names.
