The saying goes, "nobody knows a wife better than her husband." Fu Yisheng got off the bed and found the latest detailed map of Pengcheng City, spreading it out on the bed.
Seeing the colorful map, Pengpeng, who was lying face down, had his eyes light up, babbling as his limbs flailed and his belly pressed against the bed, trying hard to crawl forward, but unfortunately couldn't move and cried out in frustration.
"Pengpeng, don't bother Daddy and Mommy while they're talking." Lu Qingqing picked up her son effortlessly.
Pengpeng wouldn't listen and kept staring at the map.
Seeing his two treasures, Fu Yisheng couldn't help but smile. Under the clear and bright gaze of his wife, he quickly said, "Land revenue has always held a significant share of the national finances. Combined with the harm the bursting of the housing bubble brings to various industries, no one wants house prices to fall, except for those who've never bought a house."
