Zhao Cheng also saw it and turned his head in surprise to look at Zhao Ming.
Zhao Ming gave him a slight smile and coughed softly.
Everyone turned around and saw the two standing at the door. The young men hurriedly saluted, first to Zhao Cheng, addressing him as sir, and then to Zhao Ming.
It was clear that Zhao Cheng had a lot of prestige among them.
Zhao Cheng slightly nodded to everyone, first saluting Zhao Song, then his father, with a cold "Father," and he looked at Zhao Hanzhang.
Zhao Hanzhang had already raised her hand, ready to salute when Zhao Cheng asked her, "What are you relying on?"
Zhao Hanzhang raised an eyebrow, paused for a moment, then continued to salute, bowing deeply, and said with a smile, "Probably relying on my status as a creditor."
Zhao Cheng frowned, "Creditor?"
Zhao Hanzhang nodded and looked at Zhao Hu, "Seventh Uncle, it is now winter, and everyone is idle. Why don't we find some time to tally up the grain taxes owed over the years?"
