A leisurely painting

Rarely, Gao Yuan had the opportunity to participate in the Autumn Harvest Festival. Although this year wasn't a bumper harvest, the yield was still quite good.

It's just a pity that, compared to Annan Circuit, Southern Yunnan Circuit can only plant one crop a year.

However, it still contributed over three hundred thousand shi of tax grain to the treasury.

Gao Yuan wasn't good at accounting, nor did he fully understand complex tax laws.

Originally, he wanted to serve his wives, help them massage their shoulders and legs, and take some liberties along the way.

But this great endeavor lasted less than half a day before the women chased him out.

Slamming the door shut, Zheng Wan covered her blushing pretty face and pouted coyly,

"My husband is really something. With his hands constantly wandering, how am I supposed to get any work done?"

"Sister Wan, you have the nerve to say that? Who was it just now who almost cried out?"

"Yao Yao, you want to die? I'll fight you!"

The embarrassed and angry Zheng Wan pounced on Song Yao. Zhao Xiyao, seated at the head, subtly tightened her straight, slender jade legs under her skirt.

After a while, Mu Qing walked in, carrying several bowls of tremella and lotus seed soup.

However, the woman's cheeks were flushed, and her walking posture was extremely awkward.

The sharp-eyed Song Yao immediately noticed the abnormality.

"Qingqing, you weren't defiled by husband, were you? That scoundrel, in broad daylight, actually..."

Mu Qing quickly put down the tray in her hands, her small hands shaking wildly as if she had Parkinson's.

"No, no, hus... husband didn't do that. It's just... just..."

"He took liberties with you?"

"Oh, Sister Yao Yao, you..."

Little Chili Pepper stomped her foot in shame and indignation, covering her burning face as she ran out.

At this moment, the satisfied Gao Yuan swaggered down the street, leisurely eating candied hawthorn skewers with Xian Chong.

Habitually, Gao Yuan still walked into Diannan Bank, leaving Xian Chong to wait downstairs while he went straight to the second floor.

Yang Xin dropped her pen and rubbed her sore wrist.

"Damn Gao Yuan, rotten Gao Yuan! He just borrowed someone away without asking. Doesn't he know the bank also has a lot of work?"

These days, because the prefectural yamen had a lot of work, Gao Yuan, feeling sorry for his wife, temporarily borrowed Song Yao back.

However, these people never consulted Yang Xin, the bank manager.

Gao Yuan brought back so much gold, silver, and jewelry to sell, as well as a large number of slaves that needed to be sold.

The bank's daily transactions naturally increased several times, and Yang Xin's workload of reconciling accounts naturally also increased several times.

Hearing the girl's complaints from inside the room, Gao Yuan felt a bit embarrassed. He touched the item in his embrace before pushing the door open and walking in.

"Ah!"

Yang Xin was startled by the suddenly opened door. When she saw it was Gao Yuan, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"You want to die? Don't you know scaring people can kill them?"

"Hehe, I just wanted to give you a surprise!"

"A surprise? What surprise?"

Gao Yuan took something out of his embrace and dangled it in front of Yang Xin.

"Oh! Where did you find it? I thought I lost it and was sad for a long time!"

Yang Xin excitedly snatched the watch from Gao Yuan's hand and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

Gao Yuan's gift was an Audemars Piguet Royal Oak series mechanical women's watch.

Gao Yuan estimated that Song Ren probably thought this thing was sparkly and a rare item, so he kept it for himself.

Then he gave it to his beloved concubine, and it eventually ended up in the hands of that fat bastard He Xin.

During the confiscation of property, Gao Yuan spotted the watch at a glance and casually took it back.

"Speaking of which, Manager Yang, with your income, there's no need to be so happy about a watch worth hundreds of thousands, right?"

Yang Xin put on the watch and rolled her eyes at Gao Yuan.

"What do you know? This was a gift from my parents when I got into Columbia University..."

Yang Xin's expression suddenly darkened, and soon a string of small pearls began to fall.

"Gao Yuan, I miss my parents. I wonder how they're doing..."

Gao Yuan's mood also became heavy for a moment. He had no parents, so transmigrating was just transmigrating for him.

But Yang Xin was different; she had a happy family and a prosperous life. She still had many attachments.

He walked over, embraced the sad girl, and offered her a strong shoulder.

"Don't be sad. I will definitely find a way to send you back."

"Can you really?"

The girl looked at the man before her, her eyes tear-filled.

"Definitely. Don't forget, I'm a man with a cheat!"

"Mm, I believe you."

The girl's trust in Gao Yuan made him feel a little ashamed, as he truly had no certainty.

The system's rewards were random; who knew when it would give him a teleportation portal function?

At such an ambiguous moment, the system unseasonably popped up.

"It's not impossible, Host."

Gao Yuan was startled and quickly asked in his mind,

"Are you saying it's possible to send her back?"

"Theoretically, as long as the Host diligently completes the events released by the system, it's possible to randomly receive any reward."

"Damn, you're saying nothing. Who knows when such a heaven-defying reward will appear?"

"That depends on the Host's effort and the Host's desire to send Yang Xin back."

After saying this, the system quickly disappeared.

The girl leaned on Gao Yuan's chest, inhaling his scent, almost lost in it.

However, she quickly sobered up, wiped away her tears, and returned to her seat to continue working.

It had to be admitted that a woman who could become a senior executive in a foreign company was indeed extraordinary.

She could chat with Gao Yuan while still doing her accounting.

"I say, Gao Yuan, I remember that a division in the army usually has at least several thousand to tens of thousands of people. How come your division only has two thousand five hundred?"

Gao Yuan had actually looked into this.

"The military system recorded in the Rites of Zhou states that twelve thousand five hundred people form an army, with a high-ranking minister as the army commander. Each army has five divisions, each with two thousand five hundred people, and a middle-ranking official serves as the Division Commander."

"Soga, so there's a historical basis. But I think your current setup doesn't seem quite right."

Gao Yuan had already sat down by the tea table to brew tea for himself. Hearing Yang Xin say this, he casually asked,

"What's not right about it?"

"Don't you think there's a gap in your military positions? You're missing a position that connects the higher and lower ranks.

A Division Commander is almost the highest rank in the regular establishment. Above that are Military Governors, marching Grand Commanders, or Grand Commanders.

This is equivalent to a general manager directly commanding a department manager in a company."

Gao Yuan scratched his head.

"I really hadn't thought about that. Usually, it's me or Liu Rengui or Wen Pin who gives direct commands, and it seems to have always gone smoothly."

"Your army isn't particularly large yet, so you don't feel it.

But later, when you campaign with tens of thousands or even over a hundred thousand troops, with dozens of Division Commanders, will you still give orders to each one individually?"

Gao Yuan imagined that scenario and immediately understood Yang Xin's meaning.

"Oh, as expected of a modern-day 'White Bone Demon'! That's a truly incisive suggestion."

Yang Xin rolled her eyes at him.

"What 'White Bone Demon'? That sounds awful."

"Hehe, just kidding, just kidding. Manager Yang will be the first financial mogul of our Great Qian in the future."

"Hmph!"

The girl stopped talking to Gao Yuan and lowered her head to continue her work.

Gao Yuan also remained silent, brewing tea and savoring the fragrant brew while contemplating how to adjust the army's organization in his mind.

The afternoon sun streamed through the window into the room, casting a faint golden glow.

The ice in the ice chest emitted a hint of coolness, dispelling the heat from the sun and making the entire room very comfortable.

The handsome man and the beautiful girl sat quietly, busy with their work.

Like a beautiful and leisurely painting.