"Sir, you mustn't. Peng Yang acts rashly and has offended both Zhuge Kongming and the King of Hanzhong. Letting him remain in Jiao Province is already an act of benevolence and righteousness on your part. Wouldn't making him a commandery governor be too much of a joke? He did not even think highly of the Jiangyang Prefecture Governor's post; the prefectures of Jiuzhen and Hepu may not even catch his eye." Gao Shun hurriedly tried to dissuade him.
Lan Tian smiled faintly. "There is a saying in my hometown: 'A monk from afar knows how to chant the scriptures.' If Peng Yang had no political ambitions, he would not have listened to others' advice and voluntarily requested a transfer to serve in Jiao Province. The man does have some talent; he simply needs to be properly tempered. Appointing him as a commandery governor can serve as a test."
Gao Shun was taken aback, thinking to himself that Buddhism was a foreign import and monks were scarce across the lands of the Central Plains. How could such a saying exist in Sir's hometown?
"Since you have considered the matter as a whole, Sir, and Jiao Province is indeed in need of capable men, there is nothing improper about placing Peng Yang under consideration. Once Jiaozhi is brought under our control, Jiao Province's population, wealth, and grain supplies will nearly double. The granary you spoke of, Sir, will then truly become a reality. I truly look forward to that day." Gao Shun sighed.
"Once the selection and breeding of Champa Rice is complete and it is widely promoted in every region, you will see granaries overflowing with grain everywhere." Lan Tian clenched his fist, brimming with confidence.
After hearing this, Gao Shun cautioned him, "Since Champa Rice is so miraculous, if you