"My father is the village head of Da Ping Village," Mo Wenxuan replied.
Upon hearing this, Wan Jian'an took a sip of his tea and proceeded to examine the introductory letter, not once lifting his gaze, "You're planning to transform a lake on the mountain into a reservoir?"
"Exactly!"
"Then, let me ask you, how much capital do you have at your disposal for constructing the reservoir? What about the labor force? How far is the lake from the densely populated areas in your village?"
"..." Mo Wenxuan was taken aback. Usually engrossed in his books, he had never made time to account for the village's available labor force, let alone understand the financial aspects involved.
Wan Jian'an grew impatient, "You don't know? If so, please leave and come back after you figure it all out."
Mo Wenxuan, revered as a prodigy in his village and private academy, was not accustomed to such treatment. Just as he was about to argue with the gate officer, Yeguo stopped him.
