In a private room of the tavern, after Shang Bufa had set up the soundproofing formation, he poured a cup of wine for Zhang San.
"Brother San, you've worked hard up north for a while!"
Zhang San smiled and waved his hand, "What's hard work? It's all for Great Sui!"
Shen Bao nodded vigorously, remembering Zhang San's words in his heart.
Each time, Grandpa would feel his own consciousness wasn't high enough, and that he should learn more from Brother San's kind of remarks in the future.
At the moment, the four juniors of Legalism were offering Zhang San a welcome to wash away the dust of travel.
After all, Zhang San had returned late yesterday, and naturally, the Ministry of War had to entertain these generals properly first.
As a result, this morning Zhang San and the others had all come out from the house of an assistant minister at the Ministry of War.
