"To Your Majesty, there is some left... but it is less than ten thousand jin."
So little, the current Saint frowned: "... Distribute them together with the grain seeds."
"I obey, Your Majesty," Minister Zhao bowed his head.
He sighed inwardly, the Emperor really has a good memory.
Even if His Majesty hadn't issued the order, he was already prepared to distribute these seeds. In fact, a batch had already been given to the people. Regardless of whether the yield was as rumored in Lingyun Prefecture, seeds were still seeds; one must try as long as they can be eaten.
Seeing the Saint's face finally soften a bit, the courtiers in the hall discreetly wiped cold sweat from their brows.
Especially Minister Zhao, who almost lost his head over it, feeling his heart pounding intensely.
The Emperor sat back on the dragon throne, gazing intensely at the ministers, frowning.
"Where is the Directorate of Astronomy?"
