Xue Ping's men silently breathed a sigh of relief, quietly fell back into rank, and the military general dared not cause further trouble, shrinking back into the queue as well.
The Vice Minister of Revenue came out of the line, his liver trembling; it was not that he wanted to speak at this time, but the edict returned by His Majesty earlier had set today as the deadline.
He swallowed hard and said, "Your servant has a matter to report: the preparation for the autumn harvest has been completed, and I humbly request that His Majesty review it…"
The Emperor flipped through the submitted memorial, glancing over it hurriedly, and slammed it down, scolding, "Impractical, full of empty talk; has the Ministry of Revenue no competent people? Would it not be better for Us to grant each of you an acre of land, to make all ministers of the Ministry of Revenue roll up their trouser legs, work in the fields, and see for themselves the reality of the autumn harvest?"
