Jiao Tong said, "Then go ask the National Preceptor and Xue Shao for money."
Song Hao said, "...Sir, I don't have that kind of standing. But you are Instructor Xue's disciple and Censor Xue's Martial Uncle. If you step in, Censor Xue will have to leave a crack in the net and loosen his grip a little."
Jiao Tong shot him a sidelong glare. "If he were someone who left a crack in the net, would I still need to be standing here?"
Song Hao fell silent.
After Pan Yun appeared, the post-disaster work in Guangzhou Prefecture spread at an astonishing pace.
Following Guangzhou Prefecture's example, the other prefectures also began making use of the stolen funds that had been kept in the spirit realm all this time.
According to Xue Shao's accounts, Pan Yun sent each prefecture a sum of money to ensure that the recovery work could proceed in an orderly fashion.
The hardest place to handle was Chaozhou Prefecture.
Feng Hongde had operated in Chaozhou Prefecture for twenty years, his roots sunk deep and tangled tight.
The younger generation had known only Feng Bancheng since they could remember. They had to plow, sow, and harvest land for Feng Bancheng;
Feng Bancheng was their master, and they all depended on the Feng Family to survive.
But now Feng Bancheng had fallen. The officials and soldiers who came told them that they were military households and that their families had once possessed fertile fields. So they were allotted land and farming tools, transformed overnight from the Feng Family's tenant farmers into military households with land of their own.
A merchant could not help sneering. "You've merely changed from the Feng Family's tenant farmers to the Ming Dynasty's tenant farmers. The land you farm now is garrison farmland, not truly