"National Fortune protecting farmers' harvests?"
The old man sitting beside Lin Feng was slightly astonished.
The various family heads reacted differently. Some were incredulous, while others gave disdainful snorts. Most of them did not believe Shen Tang, as the holder of the National Seal, could be so generous. What she had said was certainly just a pretext, deliberately making things difficult for them.
Lin Feng had already returned to his seat.
Hearing this, he smiled. "It has always existed."
Seeing that his great-grandfather seemed unconvinced, Lin Feng threw out the most convincing proof. "Hedao's lands are vast, and Longwu is considered expansive as well. But in their original state, the common people within both territories couldn't eat their fill, let alone produce surplus grain to supply the armies."
Though Lin Feng and Shen Tang could both cause large quantities of grain to sprout on the spot, and though Shen Tang's pressure in supplying soldiers and provisions was lower than that of ordinary warlord forces, with the number of transport laborers reduced to an unbelievable figure, the army was still counted in tens of thousands! There were so many mouths to feed. If the yield per acre did not rise, how could she support them with such a small territory? She did not have a wealthy family fortune to subsidize them.
Lin Feng's great-grandfather instantly felt as though an electric current had passed through his body and stiffened.
The family heads who had been secretly watching the great-grandfather and grandson also came to their senses as if awakening from a dream.
That was right. Shen Youli had risen from the grass roots, truly starting from nothing. Where had she gotten so much grain to feed these elite troops?
She had just said that she had three to five hundred thousand soldiers—but