So in order to get the court officials to pay for it, Zhao Wujiang and the other two deliberately walked slowly in front while discussing political affairs in the war.

Sure enough, many court officials followed behind, listened silently, and then joined the discussion.

As the discussion became more and more intense and the atmosphere became more and more harmonious, Zhao Wujiang instructed the two officials around him to propose a banquet, and with the approval of some officials, the banquet was settled.

After drinking for three rounds of dishes and five flavors, the wine suppressed some restraints in my mind, and the court officials also spoke freely.

At this time, someone needs to take the lead and incite the atmosphere.

Liu Zhe first "appeared to speak out", and Dugu Yihe was passionate and excited, and Lin Ruhai followed.

Some court officials saw that the three big bosses had donated, and they had to pay the money and work hard. Then, whether they were in agitation in their hearts, or they wanted to curry favor with the three big bosses, they would follow them and make bold statements and make money and work hard, etc.

And some court officials were in the herd mentality and were swept up by everyone's actions. They were full of atmosphere and the atmosphere was set off here. I could not be indifferent and do nothing, right?

So he took out his money bag.

As for the remaining court officials, even if they don’t want to contribute money and work, everyone expressed that it’s their turn, it’s impossible to escape, right? Wouldn’t that be unsociable and obsessed?

So, when this banquet begins, everyone will be controlled and will take out their strength.

And this time, the treasury was gone as clearly as before, but the court officials knew what to do and had to do so.

The Minister of Revenue wrote like a flying pen, recording the promises of various officials in black and white, and was afraid of not admitting the account afterwards?

Zhao Wujiang nodded with satisfaction, gave the Minister of Revenue a complimentary look and recognized his transparency.

The Minister of Revenue was very excited and his writing was even more like a god. The court officials promised it as quickly as they were, and he would record it as quickly as they were, and there was no shortage of supplies in every detail.

"It is my blessing for Liu Zhe to be able to work with all my colleagues!" Liu Zhe felt that none of the court officials ran away, and he felt that there was a faint mist in his old eyes, and he looked like tears were filled with tears.

Seeing Liu Zhe's sincere recognition, the court officials replied with great feelings, and felt a lot of joy in their hearts, people who felt excited and moved, people who felt worthy of it, people who were heartbroken and guilty to secretly call themselves villain, etc.

Dugu Yihe invited everyone to raise their glasses, and the court officials began to pour wine and drink again. The wine smell surged, and the meal was in full swing, and the atmosphere became more and more harmonious.

Compared with a few months ago, there was no more struggles between the court officials and a little more harmony.

Zhao Wujiang drank lightly, responding to several officials who came to toast from time to time, and then leisurely, leaning on the soft collapse.

No one was talking nonsense, because everyone was lying or sitting, holding their arms around, or humming small songs by themselves.

Liu Zhe and Dugu Yihe were whispering something again. They looked at Zhao Wujiang with faint eyes from time to time, and were filled with emotion.

Zhao Wujiang hid his merits and fame. This initial plan was proposed by Zhao Wujiang to Liu Zhe and Dugu Yihe. For the sake of gain, it was to fill the national treasury again for Daxia and prepare for the future.

The younger generation of Daxia has not yet fully grown up, and it seems that it is a disagreement, but with Zhao Wujiang here, it is enough to make the two old ministers who have devoted themselves to Daxia feel relieved.

They looked at Zhao Wujiang more and more gentle, just like they were looking at the younger generation they loved, and there was a little more respect among their peers.

Zhao Wujiang looked leisurely and peaceful, and his left fingers beat the soft collapse rhythmically.

The rhythm of the knocking is not real, I don’t know whether it is short, long, or long, or long...

If someone knows Moss code, he will definitely understand that Zhao Wujiang is smiling but not speaking, saying, "I dare not forget my worries about the country, but things must be closed."
Chapter completed!