Xiao Lingyue was temporarily unaware of what happened on the way back to the palace.

Meng Wenhao stayed at the county lord's mansion with a small wooden head.

With the help of Zhou Bo, he found a servant from the Yi Palace to help him clean the house, and bought some furniture and daily necessities. It took a whole day to finally make the house that was almost flooded with dust and like a haunted house so that it could barely be able to live in it.

Meng Wenhao was very satisfied with this and thanked Zhou Bo for his help again and again.

The craftsmen who were injured were temporarily suspended. Zhou Bo made the decision and gave them three times the wages. The slightly injured people took a day off to continue working. Those who were seriously injured had no way to start work, and those who were seriously injured received five times the wages, which was considered compensation.

After the craftsmen who had originally felt wronged and felt injustice, their eyes were so surprised that they lit up. They wanted to pat their chests and ensure that they had nothing to do and could continue to start work.

Zhou Bo comforted the group of people in a few words and successfully solved the problem.

In response to this, Xiao Lingyue, who was watching on the side, couldn't help but sigh: "Bo Zhou is such an all-round housekeeper! He can handle anything well."

Meng Wenhao nodded repeatedly: "It seems that I will learn more from Butler Zhou in the future!"

It's a ready-made butler template!

Beibei looked at the grateful craftsmen and thoughtfully.

Hanhan asked him curiously: "Bibei, what are you looking at?"

Beibei said calmly: "Look at a very simple and effective truth."

A question mark appeared above Han Han's head: "?"

"What's the reason?" He couldn't help but look at the craftsmen, but he didn't see anything.

Beibeidao: "Money can make the devil push the mill."

If Zhou Bo had not given three or even five times the wages, these innocent craftsmen who were beaten would inevitably have resentment in their hearts. How could they be like now?

They all wished they could offer their mother and Zhou Bo as God of Wealth.

The ancients said that having money can make ghosts push the mill.

It's really simple and effective.

Beibei felt that he had experienced it himself and was taught another lesson.

Cold: ""

His little head was instantly entangled into a ball of yarn and asked, "Bibei, what does this sentence mean?"

Beibei glanced at him subtly: "It doesn't matter if you don't need to know."

"Why?" Han Han asked a little question mark on his head, "Can you know, can't I know?"

“No reason.”

Beibei whispered in disgust, and he didn't want to explain to the idiot.

Anyway, Han Han is the prince and will definitely inherit his father's position in the future. If you don't need to know this, there will always be people around him who will solve his problems for him.

Beibei said casually: "You just need to learn what you should learn."

Han Han became more and more confused: "What is what I should learn? Beibei, you are so difficult to understand."

You are obviously too stupid, okay?

Beibei said speechlessly: "You should ask your father about this question, how could I know?"

Han Han was stunned for a moment, and instead of getting angry, he smiled: "It turns out that Beibei, you don't know anything!"

Beibei: "Shut up."

Xiao Lingyue did not pay attention to the little quarrel between the two children.

After solving the matter with the county lord's mansion, it became darker.
Chapter completed!