At night, in the study of the main courtyard, Yang Zhengshan bent over his desk, calculating how much grain, fodder, and silver the Garrison Commander's Office had left.
His trip to the Songzhou Guard this time had not been Just To deliver New Year gifts, but also to demand grain, fodder, and military pay.
After accepting Miss Yulu, Sha Pingchuan had very generously satisfied his request, and promised that within three days he would have people transport the full amount of grain, fodder, and pay silver to Anyuan Prefecture City.
This was also what Yang Zhengshan found strange, but whether it was strange or not no longer mattered. What he was considering now was how much in benefits he should issue to the soldiers.
The soldiers of the Garrison Battalion had to receive some, and the soldiers in the Tun Fortress outside the city had to receive some too.
Yang Zhengshan could not change the lives of these military households in a short time, but he could give them some grain first, so they could have a good New Year.
At the same time, he could take the opportunity to win over a wave of hearts, letting all the soldiers and military households under the Garrison Commander's Office know his kindness.
That way, after the New Year, when he wanted to deal with the officials in those Tun Fortresses, he would also meet a little less resistance.
Just As Yang Zhengshan was thinking about how much grain, fodder, and pay silver each soldier could be issued, the study door was gently pushed open, and Yu Qingyi walked in wearing a pale-cyan brocade peony-padded jacket.
Yang Zhengshan looked up at her, and did not Care About it.
Yu Qingyi carried a small tureen of thick soup to the desk. Very casually,