'We're running out of money!'
'Lord, please restrain yourself!'
'Don't recruit any more people.'
'Poor!!!!'
Then came a letter from Xiao Zhi.
'There's still money'
'It's just that for some reason, the aristocratic family has built their treasury right on top of our money and grain'
'Lord, bring Wen He back quickly, and the financial issues can be resolved.'
Li Guanyi looked at the letters that had arrived one after another, his mouth twitched, and he let out a long howl to the sky.
Why do we already have a whole state's land!
Why are we still so poor!
This, this isn't right!
"Why does it feel poorer than before?"
Li Guanyi almost put on the mask of pain.
At this moment, the land of Jiangnan is short of people and money; planning to popularize education, literacy, and basic Martial Arts, all these require a large reserve of fundamental talents and a lot of money, and Li Guanyi now looked at the grand eight-hundred-year-old Academy with red eyes.
