Old Matters Brought Up Again

Xu Yuan's journey to North Profound Courtyard was anything but peaceful.

A dense crowd followed around him as he walked.

The instant Xu Yuan stepped down from the top floor of Ink Hidden Pavilion, the Prime Minister's Mansion's senior stewards and shopkeepers, who had waited for so long, swarmed around him like parched men spotting sweet rain. Feng Nangming, an Iron Body cultivator, was directly squeezed out of sight and could only trail far behind the group.

These stewards had all come to report their work to Xu Yuan.

Reports of every kind.

Xu Yuan once again realized just how warped the Prime Minister's Mansion's system was.

Hua Hong had not been joking when he spoke to him of the future.

Sitting in this position meant being prepared to work a 007 schedule all year round.

The Prime Minister's Mansion's supreme leader actually had to personally finalize the business decisions of a township-level merchant guild.

Not a major province, not a prefectural city, much less a commandery or county, but a township.

Of course, that was what his old man had to do.

Whether it was Xu Yuan or Xu Changge before him, they were actually still mostly in a learning phase. Most of the documents submitted to them had already been approved, left for their reference.

Some were personally approved by his old man, some by Hua Hong and the others, and some even by stewards several ranks below them.

Over the past several decades, his old man's authority had become firmly established, so he would often loosen his control over the middle and lower ranks.

After all, water too clear breeds no fish.

If you wanted people to work themselves to the bone for you, you had to give them some benefits.

After getting through those hardest years,