"Brewing wine requires a lot of grain, and growing grain requires land. And coincidentally, my Lu family owns a lot of land in Jiangcheng and the surrounding areas. Without being arrogant, the Tu family may have more money than the Lu family, but they certainly don't have as much land."
Therefore!
Lu Chen clasped his hands in a deep fist salute and said with great pride, "My Lu family is willing to give the young prime minister 20,000 mu of fertile land!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Wu secretly glanced at Zhao Cheng, and his eyes lit up again when he saw Zhao Cheng.
Twenty thousand mu of fertile land—that's far more than all the land Zhao Cheng currently uses in Qingdong City for growing grain.
Zhao Cheng then stood up, walked to Lu Chen, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "What you said makes a lot of sense. If we really want to supply the Immortal Wine to every corner of Jiangyang County, what we lack most is land. Lu Chen, I am very grateful for this gift!"
Lu Chen lowered his head and said solemnly, "As long as I can truly do my best for the young prime minister, it will be my blessing!"
Zhao Cheng smiled slightly.
He knew very well that for such a large local family, the most important thing was land.
It is something that has been passed down through generations, something they have strived for and cherished as their very life.
If they themselves are unwilling to cede the land, even if the imperial court wants it, the only way to get it is through a large-scale war and massacre.
Lu Chen's voluntary surrender of the land was a demonstration of his loyalty.
From then on, the Lu family of Jiangcheng and Zhao Cheng were one.
Just as Zhao Cheng was about to continue praising Lu Chen, Tu Ziming's voice rang out again.
“Young Prime Minister, Lu Chen is right. My Tu family does not have as much land as the Lu family, but my Tu family will not be stingy with you, Young Prime Minister.”
"The Tu family is willing to gift the young prime minister ten thousand acres of fertile land!!"
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