After sending off Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, and others, it wasn't long before Zhao Yun came to work. It was evident that Lyu Bu didn't give Zhao Yun much pressure; at least Zhao Yun didn't have the overwhelming disaster kind of pressure, and he even came over to handle the year-end taxes.
"Oh my, Zilong, why are you here?" Chen Xi looked at Zhao Yun, who had changed into a Confucian Robe, seemingly not taking Lyu Bu seriously at all and coming over to work.
"Haha, there's no way around it. There are still many things unresolved. After all, this concerns the livelihood of the people next year. I've thought it over once or twice and decided that personal issues aren't as important as this. Let's solve the people's livelihood first," Zhao Yun said with a smile as he sat down and started reviewing a pile of documents about grain output from various regions.
