Tingyu Pavilion was the study Chen Yunfan had specially set up within this three-courtyard residence after arriving in Shuzhou.
The name was elegant, the decorations elegant, and the style refined.
Especially on rainy days.
When rainwater slid down from the roof tiles, it struck the bamboo instruments beneath the eaves, producing bursts of crisp sound.
In his words, if his learning was lacking, he could not afford to fall short elsewhere.
That said, the style was certainly there.
But when rainy days truly came, the sound of bamboo outside the study became ceaseless.
Not to mention Chen Yunfan—even Chunying, with her steady temperament, found it noisy.
Especially when she was handling yamen affairs for Chen Yunfan, listening to the bamboo sounds outside the study while watching Chen Yunfan lie on the bed to one side reading a playbook, an aggrieved look immediately appeared on her face.
"Young Master, you should at least take a look at these official documents and decrees."
Without lifting his head, Chen Yunfan leisurely turned a page and said lazily,
"You are the 'White-robed Chancellor.' You can even discern a thing or two about the situation in Great Wei. Handling such trifling official business should naturally be no challenge for you."
What he said was true enough, but things could not go on like this forever.
Helplessly, Chunying picked up the ledger she had just finished handling, walked over, and said,
"Young Master, you need not look at the others, but you must look at this one."
Chen Yunfan turned his head to glance at her. Seeing the seriousness on her face, he took it with one hand. "The Dingyuan Army's grain harvested this summer has been placed in storage. The Three Towns total two million one hundred and thirty thousand shi."
"This year's harvest was