They straightened their backs slightly, which had been bent under pressure, and their eyes shone with confidence and determination, like stars twinkling in the night sky.
They began to strike up conversations with the officials around them with enthusiasm and energy.
Their words not only conveyed their high hopes and grand vision for the future development of Youzhou.
He also carried with him the deep pride and sense of belonging that arose from being an official of Youzhou and being recognized by King Jinrui Zhao. It was a sense of belonging and mission that came from the bottom of his heart.
At this moment, they seemed to have completely integrated into this new group, with no longer any sense of distance, fear, or unease in their hearts.
It's as if I've found my place and direction in this vast world, and embarked on a brand new journey.
As dawn broke, a group of ministers, dressed in their finest robes, stood quietly on the white jade steps outside the Golden Palace.
The soft morning light, like a thin veil, gently draped over them, but it could not dispel the ripples in their hearts caused by King Jinrui Zhao's mention of sorghum rice.
Upon hearing the undisguised excitement on King Jinrui's face when he spoke of this item, the ministers were first taken aback, then exchanged bewildered glances.
Their eyes met, a mixture of curiosity, doubt, and speculation in their gazes.
In everyone's impression, Prince Jinrui Zhao was of noble status, knowledgeable and experienced, having witnessed countless glories, and ordinary things could hardly move her so much.
What is it about this sorghum rice dish that makes her so excited that she can't contain herself?
This spark of curiosity, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, stirred up ripples in everyone's hearts.
Then it spread rapidly like wildfire, scorching their hearts and making them restless.
Unbeknownst to them, a strong anticipation for this unheard-of sorghum rice dish grew wildly in everyone's hearts like vines.
It was as if it were a rare delicacy hidden in the world, waiting for them to unveil its mystery.
The reactions of the officials in the Ministry of Revenue at this moment were particularly noteworthy.
Their heads were clustered together like snails, resembling a group of strategists plotting a major secret, their expressions focused and solemn.
They deliberately kept their voices down, as if afraid that the slightest sound would disturb this secret calculation that concerned the nation's financial lifeline.
In their minds, a magnificent picture of sorghum growing vigorously on the vast land has already been drawn.
They are intently calculating how to successfully promote the cultivation of this sorghum.
At that time, a steady stream of taxes will flow into the national treasury like rivers flowing into the sea, bringing considerable benefits to the national finances.
As they delved deeper into the calculations, their eyes shone ever brighter, like twinkling stars in the night sky, revealing a keen eye for numbers and a thirst for wealth.
The corners of their mouths involuntarily turned up slightly, and a smile, like a quietly blooming flower, slowly spread across their faces.
The smile deepened, as if filled with sweet anticipation. Gradually, her eyes were squeezed into narrow slits, leaving only two crescent moons.
It was as if one could already vividly see the magnificent scene of the national treasury overflowing with gold and silver, and treasures galore.
They were immersed in the wonderful vision of future fiscal revenue growth, their hearts filled with indescribable joy and anticipation.
However, the ministers were tormented by this insatiable curiosity to the point of almost losing their minds.
His feet seemed to be drawn by a mysterious and powerful force, eager to break through the crowd and rush to King Jinrui Zhao.
When they subtly tried to extract more detailed information from her about sorghum rice and sorghum cultivation, they found that...
The melodious and solemn morning bell tolls, like an ancient melody that transcends time, drifting from the depths of history.
The tolling of the bell, carrying the majesty and solemnity accumulated over the years, seemed like a warning bell of fate, instantly shattering the enthusiastic atmosphere that filled the air.
It was like an invisible yet powerful magic force that forcefully dragged everyone back from the clouds of imagination to the ground of reality.
Although the officials were filled with resentment and helplessness, they could only straighten their official robes, which were slightly disheveled from their earlier excitement.
They carefully smoothed out the fine wrinkles on their clothes and straightened their crowns, every movement revealing their respect for court etiquette.
They buried their curiosity and eagerness to find out for the time being, and their expressions quickly returned to solemnity and seriousness.
With a respectful and focused attitude, prepare to welcome the upcoming morning court session.
It was as if the ripples caused by curiosity just now were nothing more than a fleeting dream, never having actually happened.
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