Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it's been seven days again, the rest day for the Ministry of Revenue. At the Duke Zhou Residence in the capital, Zhulan was flipping through the two booklets compiled by Ming Hui, where the knowledge points and interpretations were very detailed.
Zhou Shuren asked, "What do you think?"
Zhulan shook the booklets, "This kid is impressive! It's only been a short time, and he's compiled so much."
Zhou Shuren took the booklets and pointed at the questions, "These are adapted based on his physique."
Zhulan, "This child indeed has talent."
Zhou Shuren was in a great mood, "This kid is just lazy."
"His ambitions aren't very high indeed."
Shortly after, Ming Hui arrived. Seeing the booklets on the table, he braced himself and asked, "Grandfather, can I take these two booklets away?"
Zhou Shuren, "What if you can't?"
Ming Hui coughed, "Then I'll borrow them for a few days."
He planned to go back and copy the two booklets.
