At the same time in the capital, Pan Chiyan was having a headache.
It had been more than a month, and the grains he bought with the help of Li Chenmo had been used up. Now, the higher-ups were asking him to procure more grains. He wanted to ask them where he would get the grains if there were no areas harvesting any grains.
Despite his annoyance and frustration, he could only talk some sense into them, but most of his words entered the right ear and came out of the left ear.
While he was in the midst of racking his brain, he heard a knock at the door and said, "Come in."
Opening the door, Bai Xue'er entered the study room while carrying a tray. She looked at her husband's tired face and said, "Husband, today is Sunday. You should take some rest."
