First Meeting

Fifty million shi of grain.

That was equivalent to three full years of normal tax revenue for the Great Yan Dynasty.

With fifty million shi of grain behind them, the crisis Great Yan currently faced would surely be resolved with ease.

If the old man before him, who called himself Nan Taiping, could truly provide Great Yan with fifty million shi of grain, then the condition he had just proposed—selecting ten thousand children from respectable families under the age of twenty each year and sending them to the Luoling Sect—would be no problem at all.

Seven consecutive years would amount to just seventy thousand people.

If they let this once-in-a-century drought and famine run its course without taking action, who knew how many groups of seventy thousand might die in a single year?

But Xiao Jue still had his concerns.

Where would the fifty million shi of grain come from?

Could it just appear out of thin air?

"Why, Your Majesty? What are you still worried about?"

Just then, Jia Wen, who had been standing to one side, suddenly turned around and said with a smile, "Your Majesty need not give us an answer now. My master still has other matters to attend to during his visit to Great Yan. In three days, twenty million shi of grain will arrive outside Capital City. When the time comes, I will send people from the Disaster Relief Department to take charge of it... As for the remaining thirty million shi, it will also arrive outside Capital City once Your Majesty agrees to the conditions."

Listening to Jia Wen, Xiao Jue's Adam's apple bobbed.

Twenty million shi of grain, arriving outside Capital City in three days.

He almost instinctively wanted to ask—

Where was it coming from? How would it be transported here?