In the eyes of the ministers, these people were no different from charlatans who liked to pretend to be gods and ghosts.

Take this Chen Fu, for example. He had neither official rank nor social standing. Qin Hui summoned him and told the emperor that he was a remarkable man from Jiangnan. After talking with Chen Fu, the dim-witted emperor gifted Chen Fu a mansion.

This was the treatment reserved for a prime minister; even Su Dongpo, after passing the imperial examinations, did not receive such a reward.

When the ministers accompanied the emperor to the Academy of Sciences, they all felt uneasy.

The ministers, being scholars of Confucianism, certainly looked down on other schools of thought. Although they didn't know what had gotten into the emperor that led them to this godforsaken place, the ministers were prepared to see him make a fool of himself.

Han Gonglian and Chen Fu had been waiting at the door for a long time. When they saw the emperor arrive, they bowed and said, "Your Majesty, we wish you a long and peaceful life."

"Your Excellency need not be so polite. I have brought the two ministers here today because I have important matters to discuss with you."

Hearing the emperor say this, Xu Churen, Tang Ke and the others were even more disdainful. "Your Majesty, we are prime ministers, capable of governing the world. Why do we need to consult these idle people?"

"Your Majesty's wisdom is as vast as the sea, and we dare not offer any guidance."

Han Gonglian quickly welcomed the emperor and the prime minister inside. The Academy of Sciences was still a temporary office. The new office was being built in the east of the city, and the site had just been marked out. The Ministry of Works was still working on the design drawings.

Zhao Huan said, "Minister Chen, I will speak frankly. The prime ministers are facing a problem. I have given them the task of relocating 200,000 people to the capital city of Dongjing by the end of next year. However, the prime ministers are worried that forcibly relocating them will cause the fields to be abandoned and the grain yield to drop. The other day you mentioned to me that there is still much room for improvement in the current agricultural and sericulture methods of the Song Dynasty. I would like you to talk to the prime ministers about this so that they don't lose sleep and complain in private that I am making things difficult for them!"