The First Emperor, Yan Sheng

When Zhou Xu said this, Kong Daqian secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Though he had barely said a few words in front of Zhou Xu, who in Yellow Sand City did not know that Kong Daqian was silver-tongued and good at talking?

Being a chatterbox had its advantages. He could strike up a conversation with anyone, and over time, he had grown genuinely familiar with all the farmers in Yellow Sand City. Naturally, that made handling things much more convenient.

After agreeing to take on the task and saying that he would do his best, Kong Daqian respectfully withdrew with his son.

Once they had gone some distance, his son, Kong Tiegan, finally could not hold back any longer and asked,

"Dad, are we really going to farm inside Great Zhou's territory?"

Hearing this, Kong Daqian immediately snapped back at his foolish son.

"Do you see any fields left here for the two of us to plant?"

Kong Tiegan was rendered speechless.

"Let's go. We'll visit Old Huang's place first."

Kong Tiegan had been kneeling nearby when this matter was discussed, so he naturally knew what his father intended to do. That also stirred up a new worry in him.

"Dad, do you think Uncle Huang and the others will agree?"

"What else can they do if they refuse? If we have no fields to plant, does that mean they'll have fields to plant?"

By the end, Kong Daqian was utterly speechless at his foolish son.

Just look at how clever he himself was. How had his son turned out so hopelessly dim-witted?

Of course, for all his talk, Kong Daqian was not actually as confident as he sounded.

He knew that quite a few of the farmers in Yellow Sand City were stubborn as oxen, with minds that