"So, how did you manage the Great Song Dynasty before?"

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Wen Yanbo just finished writing the last word, raised his head and sighed, and replied self-deprecatingly: "How else can you manage? ”

"Kuanfu!"

Liu Xin stopped him, and then frowned and stared at him unhappily: "You are too ...... to say this It's a bit mean. ”

"Ho,"

Wen Yanbo didn't sell his account, and asked sarcastically, "Isn't it?"

Liu Xin wanted to speak and stopped, opened his mouth several times, but was still unable to refute after all.

Wen Yanbo ignored him, lowered his head and wrote, and wrote a lot on the notebook densely.

The air froze again.

In order to break the silence, Zheng Youliang asked repeatedly: "Everyone, do you want to build a 'staff dormitory'?"

"Cover!"

"Don't cover it!"

Wang Anshi and Sima Guang once again insisted on their own words.

The two looked at Liu Xin together, hoping that he would make a decision.

Liu Xin felt that what they said was reasonable, and it was difficult to make a choice for a while. I had to turn my head to look around, thinking that I could get some inspiration from Wen Yanbo.

Unexpectedly, there was no one around him. Liu Xin looked around and found that Wen Yanbo had already hugged the two thick volumes of "Summary of Chongning's Seventeen-Year Financial Situation" and "Chongning's Eighteenth Annual Plan and Budget", as well as a stack of more than ten pages of notes, and hurriedly walked out of the door.

"Hey, Kuanfu!"

Liu Xin shouted to stop him.

Wen Yanbo stopped and looked back: "What?"

"You don't want to give an opinion?"

"What's the opinion?"

Liu Xin was a little annoyed by his carelessness, but he still said patiently: "Build staff dormitories for the guys of Babao Tea House and Babao Fast Food......

"Elder Ge, are you crazy, what do you care about these trivial things!" Wen Yanbo interrupted him without thinking: "Isn't there something more important right now?"

Liu Xin was stunned.

Wen Yanbo reminded him: "I'll go to Uncle Yong now, discuss with him, and see if I can also write a budget for the eighteenth year of Chongning in the Great Song Dynasty...... Hmm, it's better to write out some kind of 'five-year plan' as well! Elder Ge, do you want to join me?"

Liu Xin suddenly woke up, this matter is indeed more important and urgent.

He hurriedly replied, "Yes, yes! Kuanfu, wait for me!"

After speaking, he took a big stride and followed Wen Yanbo.

When he was about to reach the threshold, he suddenly looked back and called: "Junshi, Jiefu, hurry!

Sima Guang and Wang Anshi each had their own thoughts, and when they heard Liu Xin's call, they glanced at each other, and followed together.

……

It's close to dusk.

The wind and snow gradually stopped.

The setting sun slowly faded, turning from a faint yellow to a pale orange.

In the distance, the stars twinkled, and the last quarter moon quietly showed its face in the sky.

It's dark.

Before I knew it, the carriage had already driven to the gate of the Marquis of Anguo's mansion.

Le Lin got out of the car, couldn't help but stretch, and yawned again.

Just as she was about to go to the house, Chai Jue stopped her: "Lelang!"

"You're finally going to ask a question!" Le Lin said as she looked back slowly, smiling, with a mischievous wisdom that couldn't be hidden in her soft eyes: "'Le Lang, who do you think is right and who is wrong between Master Sima and Mr. Wang?'"

She learned Chai Jue's tone.

Chai Jue didn't annoy her, but asked curiously: "How do you know that I will ask......"

"I'm surprised that you held back for so long to ask. ”

This tacit understanding made Chai Jue's heart tremble slightly.

He calmed down and repeated Le Lin's words and asked, "Who do you think is right and who is wrong?"

Le Lin smiled and sighed, "Actually, I really want to say, 'I think they have a point'...... Or, 'I don't think they're wrong.'" ”

"Oh?"

However, to say this is too cunning, too perfunctory, and too rat-headed. ”

……