"I know that."
A young man passing by spoke up:
"Just now when I passed by the government office, I heard the prefect mention Princess Anle. I suppose that person was one of Princess Anle's subordinates."
"If it is Princess Anle, then it explains why the Prefect is so respectful."
“I saw those people heading towards the outskirts of the city, and someone saw that when the princess’s guards came, they were carrying a big fat man.”
“I recognize this fat man; he’s the guard in the courtyard.”
"What do you know? Xu Daqiang isn't the guard; it's his older brother, but he died last month."
The people were talking about it, as they all knew that the courtyard on the outskirts of the city was the emperor's villa.
During this period, Xu Daqiang always abused his power by using the emperor's name.
They were angry but dared not speak out.
No one was willing to report to the authorities, fearing that officials would protect each other, and that ordinary people couldn't afford to gamble.
Hearing Xu Daqiang mention the iron plate, he immediately burst into laughter.
"So, Xu Daqiang really messed up. Hahaha, serves him right."
If he hadn't offended the princess, he wouldn't have ended up in jail.
"That's wonderful! That bastard has finally gotten his comeuppance. My little one, you can rest in peace now. Long live Princess Anle!"
An old man, overhearing the others' discussion, revealed his first smile of the month.
Unable to hold back the tears welling in his eyes, his frail, elderly body knelt down.
The sound of kowtowing was loud and clear.
Everyone present sighed with regret.
They also recognized the old man's identity.
The old man's granddaughter was violated by Xu Daqiang, and she died in humiliation. His heartless son and daughter-in-law accepted money from Xu Daqiang and did not report it to the authorities.
Only he, the grandfather, still remembered that his granddaughter had died unjustly.
The old man's son and daughter-in-law had imprisoned him for more than half a month. Today, the old man finally escaped and wanted to report the case to the authorities on behalf of his granddaughter.
I heard the news before I even reached the government office, and tears welled up in my eyes instantly.
...
The Imperial Palace.
"Zhao Gan, pass on the imperial decree."
Emperor Jing drafted the decree and instructed Zhao Gan to publish it.
This is a public announcement to the people of Dayong and to the world that Princess Anle is his own flesh and blood.
Once the Imperial Observatory has calculated the auspicious day, the jade tablet will be placed on it.
"As you command."
After Zhao Gan left, Emperor Jing summoned Si Chenghe, the Minister of Works.
"Greetings, Your Majesty."
The Minister of Works didn't know why Emperor Jing wanted to see him. These past few days, because of the events that had occurred, everyone was keeping a low profile, afraid of offending the person above them.
"Rise. Han Jiang is dead, but the position of Minister of Revenue is vacant. You can take care of it for now."
Emperor Jing stated his meaning directly.
He then added, "I have a task for you to complete."
"Your humble servant obeys the decree."
What could the Minister of Works do? The Emperor had spoken; would he dare disobey? He'd probably be asking for trouble.
"Xu Hai, take the things to Lord Si."
"It is the Emperor."
The things Emperor Jing was referring to were the seeds of the three crops that Jing Le had given him.
He has read through the entire cultivation manual and believes it is highly feasible.
However, to know the result, verification is still required.
At this time, the position of Minister of Revenue was vacant, Yuan Zhengqi and others had not yet returned from disaster relief, and the others had little experience.
After much deliberation, they finally settled on the Minister of Works.
They are capable of managing manufacturing, logistics, and water conservancy, so growing grain shouldn't be a problem for them.
I wonder if the Minister of Works will burst into tears once he learns Emperor Jing's true thoughts.
Minister of Works: Your Majesty, I only know about architecture, logistics, water conservancy, and manufacturing; I really don't know anything about farming.
After a while, Eunuch Xu returned, carrying a large cloth bag.
He handed the items to the Minister of Works, saying, "Your Excellency, here you go."
What is this?
The Minister of Works took the cloth bag, looking bewildered; the weight in his hand didn't seem fake.
"This concerns the lives and fortunes of the people of Dayong. Minister Si, you'd better handle it carefully."
Emperor Jing said leisurely, but what he said was not wrong.
The contents inside are crucial to whether the people of Dayong can have enough to eat.
"The lives and property of the people of Dayong?"
The Minister of Works felt the cloth bag in his hand grow even heavier; no matter what was inside, he couldn't bear to carry it.
"Your Majesty, this is not appropriate..."
What if he doesn't want to take it?
What's wrong with it? Of course, it's because he doesn't want to take on this heavy responsibility.
Are things that concern people's lives so easy to take?
"My dear minister, open it and take a look. The things inside, once grown, will ensure that the people of Dayong will not go hungry even in the event of a drought."
"I believe that Minister Si will not let me down, right?"
Emperor Jing stopped keeping him in suspense and revealed the importance of what was inside.
Finally, the question "Is that right?" is not a question; he only accepts affirmative answers.
Although Emperor Jing's tone was calm, the meaning behind his words was so forceful that he could only grit his teeth and accept it.
"Your subject obeys."
The Minister of Works opened the cloth bag in his hand, and the contents inside came into view.
The cloth bag was bulging, and it contained three things: potatoes, sweet potatoes, and corn.
What is this?
These things don't exist in the Great Yong Dynasty now, so it's not surprising that you haven't seen them.
"These three crops are all grains that can fill our stomachs. If they are well cared for, each acre can yield at least a thousand catties. They are drought-resistant, easy to grow, and can be grown in two seasons."
Emperor Jing handed over the manual that Jing Le had given him.
He added, "This is a manual for cultivating these grains. Make a copy."
"yes."
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