"Prime Minister takes care of you." Bian Hu nodded and agreed.

He knew what Director Wang was going to do.

He was old and had just experienced the pain of losing his son, but he still had to go around and raise food for the royal army. But he could only do this, because he had a high prestige and others would be able to sell some face, so it was not necessarily possible to change someone else.

"It's not the worst time yet." Wang Dao smiled and said, "Xuancheng has just missed more than a thousand bandits coming, and he still has to fight. Shan Yanlin is a soldier, and he knows what to do. Now it's time to compete for patience. As long as you survive this time, in April, the rain in Jiangnan has been raining for several days, the people of Liang will not be able to hold on for a long time."

As he spoke, he stood up, glanced around and said, "A man should have a beginning and an end. If Shao thief pacified the south of the Yangtze River, you will be able to get the money and wealth for you, and you will accumulate it for many years and destroy it. It is useless to say more, so you should do it yourself."

After saying that, he left the government office slowly.

Shihu withdrew his gaze and continued to review the memorials.

April is rainy and rainy, and when the plums are ripe in May and June, it is even more wet and hot. It is indeed a time to compete for patience.

However, the jackpot is always a bit unreal.

The main force of the Dapu Dynasty was still there and Jiangbei was still fighting, but it was forced to this extent. Even if it had lasted this year, what about the next time?

Bian Hu remembered his son Bian Xu who went to the north to attend the funeral.
Chapter completed!