After the autumn wind withered the leaves and the air turned crisp, the plague in Taoyuan Prefecture finally vanished. Zhao Yan, who had been busy for the better part of half a year, let out a deep, heavy sigh of relief.
"Brother Zhao, you have done an excellent job. You are truly worthy of being my right-hand man," Fang Zhiyuan said, patting Zhao Yan on the shoulder with praise. He had initially assumed Zhao Yan was merely dabbling in minor affairs, never expecting him to be so capable. Thanks to Zhao Yan’s efforts, Taoyuan Prefecture was no longer the "plague city" outsiders whispered about.
Having saved his own neck, Fang Zhiyuan found Zhao Yan increasingly pleasing to the eye. He no longer felt the sting of the hundreds of taels of silver Zhao Yan had demanded from him; compared to his life, that money was nothing.
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