No! Stop! Hold it!
I can't take the blame for this!
Too late.
Li Jing cried out, "Your Majesty is wise indeed!"
Seeing this, Yin Pobai hurried forward, planting his five-hundred-jin bulk in the way. Everyone knew His Majesty was wise-did they need him to say it?
He was a pure tank, a massive tank.
With most of his view blocked, Li Jing felt a little embarrassed. He had gotten carried away.
But what could he do? He had held it in for so long before finally speaking his heart. He had enjoyed the people's praise without deserving it, and as an honest man, Li Jing had long felt guilty!
Li Jing kept talking, listing everything as readily as family treasures. "Most people at Chentang Pass are fishermen, relying almost entirely on Heaven for their livelihood. There is very little farmland, and the land here is simply unsuitable for growing foxtail millet or broomcorn millet. Whenever a natural disaster strikes, the people go hungry."
Li Jing sighed. "Life is hard for the people. Precisely because of this, whenever torrential rain comes and the wind and waves turn rough, grain prices rise. I see it with my own eyes, and it pains my heart, but what can I do?"
"But rice and wheat are different. If we really can grow crops in the fields, wouldn't that be better than relying solely on fishing for a living?"
Li Jing bowed again and again. "I am guilty, Your Majesty. Even ten thousand deaths would not atone for it!"
"Because I harbored doubts, I did not plant them extensively and held back many seeds during the spring sowing. Had I believed Your Majesty's words, wheat and rice would already be growing on a large scale. We might even have developed reliable cultivation methods or