Yang Zhengshan sighed deeply, then slowly closed his eyes.
"Eunuch Zhang's reminder is correct. This old man misspoke!"
Only after a long while did Yang Zhengshan speak up.
Zhang Mingzhong looked at Yang Zhengshan and slightly nodded. "Please be careful with your words, Marquis. Do not speak of celestial omens!"
It was not that he had any objection to Yang Zhengshan, nor had he ever thought of targeting him. Although Emperor Chengping had now passed away, he still firmly remembered the instructions Emperor Chengping had given him.
Yang Zhengshan opened his eyes. "We can leave other matters unsaid, but grain must be bought!"
For a moment, Pang Tang did not know what to say either. He only nodded. "There's no harm in storing more grain."
The others, however, merely lowered their heads and said nothing.
Yang Mingzhi stood at the back, his expression still grave. His gaze swept over each person.
Although Yang Zhengshan and Zhang Mingzhong had not continued delving into the topic of "the new emperor's loss of virtue," if those words from just now spread, they would still bring Yang Zhengshan great trouble.
Everyone present was a high-ranking figure of Chongshan Town, but there was still no way to avoid the possibility that someone might spread the words spoken just now.
Yang Mingzhi had such worries!
The others also had such worries in their hearts, or rather, hesitation.
For a time, the atmosphere inside the main hall grew even heavier, as if a huge boulder were pressing down on everyone's hearts.
Yang Zhengshan, on the other hand, paid no attention to their worries and continued, "The purchase of grain will be led by the Regional Commander's Mansion, but all your various offices and the assistant generals of each route must also store as much grain and fodder