"All right, all right! Ying'er knew Grandpa was the best!" the little girl said happily, clapping her hands.
Yang Zhengshan rubbed her little head and looked towards Li. "Is Mingzhi doing well in Fuzhou?"
Li hurriedly rose and took a letter from her sleeve. "Everything in Fuzhou is fine. This is a letter my husband wrote to Dad!"
Yang Zhengshan took the letter, and Li also seized the chance to carry the little girl away.
In truth, after coming to the Capital, he had received no small number of letters from Chongshan Town.
Zhou Lan, Song Dashan, Xie Yuan, Mingzhi, Minghao, Mingwu, Mingzhen, and the others had all written to him; even Pang Tang had written him two letters.
At present, everything in Chongshan Town was going smoothly. For the matters that needed doing, Yang Zhengshan had made plans before he left. As long as Zhou Lan and Pang Tang acted according to his plans, Chongshan Town would be able to develop in good order.
Looking at it now, Zhou Lan and Pang Tang were cooperating very well, and Chongshan Town had already taken on a flourishing scene, thriving like flowers under the sun.
Opening Yang Mingzhi's letter, Yang Zhengshan quickly skimmed through it.
There was a great deal in the letter. First, he asked after his own father with warm concern; then he described the current situation in Fuzhou.
This year should be the year of Fuzhou's rise. Yang Mingzhi had taken charge of Fuzhou for more than three years, and in those three years he had done only three things: first, reclaim wasteland; second, establish horse farms; third, develop trade, including maritime trade and trade with Snow Spirit Palace.
Although Fuzhou had settled more than two hundred thousand refugees last year, it had not affected Fuzhou's development.
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