Han Jiang said helplessly: "It's really time to reach that point, I can cook it, but I'm afraid that my meat is not worth it."

Chen An smiled bitterly and said, "You are specifically looking for someone to talk about this, but someone can't do anything about it!"

Han Jiang raised the wine cup, Chen An had no choice but to drink a bowl with him.

Han Jiang burst into tears when he drank, Chen An didn't understand why.

This wine...it would be fine if you sizzle it with a high wine. This is brewing wine, which is the low-alcohol wine that is drunk in Water Margin bucket by bucket. Is it necessary to do this?

"The Northern Expedition!" Han Jiang said with a frown: "Who was the first to call out the Northern Expedition?"

Old guy!

Chen An smiled, "My father, then it's someone, but Han Xiang, the Northern Expedition has consumed countless money, two or three million is useless at all."

"I know." Han Jiang said seriously: "Now there are training soldiers everywhere and stockpiling food and grass everywhere, so you have to raise money. You are the richest man in the Song Dynasty. If you are talking about the ability to make money, you say second, no one in the world dares to claim that he is the first. So I..."

He stood up and bowed, and then bowed.

Chen An said with a headache: "My thought about this matter..."

"Okay, I'm waiting for your good news." Han Jiang thought this was reliable, so he finally went to the palace to see Zhao Shu.

"Chen An said he should think about it carefully."
Chapter completed!