Zhou Shuren had already mounted the carriage when he saw Chang Lian still standing there foolishly. He frowned slightly, "Aren't you leaving?"
Chang Lian didn't wait for Fen Mo to reply and swiftly boarded the carriage they had arrived in.
Fen Mo, "....."
Ever since the mistress left the house, he found that all the masters at home did not even dare to breathe freely. Well, neither did they, the servants!
Upon returning to the Zhou residence, the whole family was waiting for dinner. Zhou Shuren was in a good mood; not only had he acquired twenty thousand taels of silver for the development of Lizhou, but he had also refused to be co-opted. Zhou Shuren thought about this year's taxation. The storehouses' potatoes and sweet potatoes had been replaced with corn and other grains that could be stored. Despite the fact that some of the county tax collection was virtually non-existent, Lizhou as a whole was still doing well.
