Three days had passed since Ye Tian returned to the farm.
"Young Master."
Chen Jian hurried over to Ye Tian with an ancient-looking scroll in hand.
He handed the scroll to Ye Tian.
His aged eyes shifted slightly as he said, "This is a Disaster Relief Official Document sent by the Sylvis Province Governor's Office."
"Five days have passed since the typhoon, and the Governor's Office has finally made a move?"
Ye Tian narrowed his eyes and accepted the document with a half-smile.
After reading its contents, his smile became even more pronounced.
"Heh, telling each city to raise donations themselves to procure disaster relief grain and distribute it to the refugees—what kind of disaster relief document is this?"
The Governor's Office truly was perfunctory to the extreme.
Sure enough, when it came to serving the people, the Governor's Office had always adhered to the principle of never parting with a single coin.
Chen Jian smiled in agreement. "The Governor's Office has always been about making money. When have they ever accepted a loss?"
"Everyone knows full well that they won't spend a single coin."
"But this time is somewhat different. It is said that Crown Prince Xue Qinghe has already arrived in Sylvis Province."
"With His Highness the Crown Prince watching, Governor Eternal South Wind cannot possibly remain idle. He has already sent many special envoys to personally oversee donation drives and disaster relief in each city."
Bending at the waist, Chen Jian lowered his voice. "The East Sea City Merchant Association means for everyone to contribute something, at least enough to keep the special envoys from losing face."
"Disaster relief cannot be resolved by merely contributing a little money." Ye Tian raised his head, his expression suddenly serious.
"Old Chen, do you know how much grain prices have