As for other things or what to do in the future, all Taipingzhou officials were making a fortune in silence. For example, the two small continents will have a great harvest, and there was no news from Taipingzhou.

If something big happens, do you want me to realize it later?

What does the prime minister do?

I wrote an order to issue officials from various states. What's the use of seeing now? After autumn, the harvest comes up, and you want to build a dike. You can watch it together. You see the harvest again, and you can see how to transform a dike from nothing to something.

What have they become? Do you want political achievements or are you tired of staying in your jurisdiction? Thinking of his state is so angry?

I wrote another order to Zheng Lang, "You can't continue like this. What have we prime ministers become? If you have anything, you have to write a memorial to present it. No, you have to at least one memorial per month to report your arrangements and results one by one.

I also wrote a letter to Uncle Lu San, and listen more and write a few more letters to my family to report my safety at home.

If you understand, what kind of peace should you receive? Listen more is the key.

He also asked Zhao Zhen to issue an edict, and took Wang Zhaoming or other small Huangmen to go to Taipingzhou with a minor official in the Secretariat to make a detailed observation, including the flood season and the harvest. I don’t believe that Zheng Lang is not a big deal. Both of them are not from the same place. Even if he asked him to write a memorial and write a sentence and throw it a sentence, what should he do? Could it be that he lied and did not lie?

As for his son, it was for his future. After several years of training from the Zheng family, I am afraid he is not the same as me!

Alas, boy, I’m so fond of you for this. I hope you can understand your hard work as a father. If you make a fortune in the future, don’t have a father-son fight in the court, which will make people laugh...

Then Lu Yijian cheered up.

A small person and a big person are going to Beijing.

Looking at the tall gate of Tokyo City, Fan Zhongyan seemed very happy. He was just a servant. He could meet the emperor frequently, chat with the emperor often, and never write a memorial. He could express his opinions at any time. How happy he would be.

As the city gate approached, Fan Zhongyan said silently in his heart, I, Liu Lang, are back!

ps: I have something to do these days and I’m running around. The update time is probably not accurate. Just try my best to update the original time. If I can’t do it, I’ll forgive you for your sins.

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