[The young widow who has kept accounts for her late husband for four years × the young man who controls the money in the world]
The deficit of 37,000 shi of grain was not a big deal at first.
No one in the Jiang family expected that it would be Pei Yan.
The youngest Prime Minister of this dynasty, he is in charge of the money valley in the world. The year he took office, half of the three Southeast Roads were lost.
Such a person walked through the snow and walked into the Jiang family's door in person for thirty-seven thousand shi of grain.
"Forty days." He didn't even have tea. "If you don't get there, you'll be traveling three thousand miles away."
Su Yuan had been a widow for four years. She did not apply makeup and knelt down in plain clothing.
She handed over the dowry land and pavement deeds one by one, her voice trembling: "Sir, there are still a few places on my body..."
"No need."
Pei Yan leaned over and pinched her chin, lifting her face up. He was extremely white, with cold eyebrows, but now he smiled and looked a little more charming.
The fingertips rubbed against her cheek, as if testing the quality of something.
"Ms. Su remembers her accounting in such detail, but I wonder if there isn't only one way to clear the accounts?"
Purpose: Don't look down on yourself in times of trouble, and rely on your own abilities to earn your place back in the world.