"How can that be!" Wang Youbao immediately shook his head, "The grain rice mill was your creative idea, I can't steal your accomplishment! Being titled a First-class Good Citizen is something that can bring honor to your ancestors!"
An Jing couldn't help but chuckle, "I'm no longer surnamed Lin, I have no ancestors to honor, so why would I need to bring glory to them?"
Wang Youbao insisted, "But it can also give you more face, and the title sounds exceptionally prestigious. So many people covet the status of First-class Good Citizen, but how many can actually attain it?"
Again with the reputation…
What does she need such a prestigious reputation for…
An Jing felt it was impossible to reason with Wang Youbao, a man of ancient times, so she could only look to her husband, Xiao Changyi, for help.
Xiao Changyi didn't say anything to Wang Youbao, but coolly said to An Jing, "A First-class Good Citizen doesn't need to pay taxes."
