Tong Sanlang chewed on the plain congee in his mouth, grunted vaguely, and after swallowing, he said, "I'm almost certain of it, just relying on the strength of my body, it's impossible to break the seal of the space."
With her own words receiving Tong Sanlang's agreement, Qiao Xiaomai couldn't help but begin to speculate further, "So do you think, our spending silver to repair the roads, making it convenient for the common people to travel, does that count as doing a good deed?"
"Compared to heating beds, our road construction is unpaid, with not a single cent of benefit to be gained, so that should also count as doing a good deed, right?"
Tong Sanlang grunted, "Ninety-nine percent sure."
Upon hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai suddenly burst into laughter, "Thinking about it from this perspective, I feel much more relieved all of a sudden."
Tens of billions in taels silver might not be enough to faint from fright, but it was indeed a huge burden.