"The Murong Clan certainly is punctual."
Once everyone had sat down again, Liu Cheng could not help snorting. "No wonder the Prince of Kuaiji agreed when I asked him to pardon my wife's uncle, Shen Jin. He only told me to explain it to Wang of Sizhou."
Even knowing the man's Northern Migrant ways, Wang Biaozhi could not help giving this fellow, who climbed straight up the pole offered to him, another look. But given the situation, there was little else to say. "Once the Murong Clan marches south, I fear they will not stop. The state will indeed need men to risk their lives in the North over the next few years. Have Shen Jin submit a petition volunteering his service to the Langya authorities. The General of the Right and I will also write to Sizhou, asking him to forward our recommendation. It will serve both public and private interests."
Liu Cheng nodded repeatedly. "In that case, just give me the letters. I'll take them along when I leave and let my wife's uncle have a look on the road. That should earn me a handsome debt of gratitude from him."
Things had already come this far. Could Wang Biaozhi possibly refuse such a small request?
That settled it. The matter was taken care of.
Wang Linzhi was useful after all. Not only did he understand the basic workings of a mill and help eliminate the Four Great Bandits, he could also be used to please his father and get his father's help with things.
Just look at that efficiency.
And so, after a few more words, Liu Acheng rose to take his leave, saying he would not intrude on their family dinner. He would go rest, and they could send word through Wang Linzhi if anything came