But on second thought, this village only has a little over 500 people. They're busy selling bamboo and making radish cubes. Excluding the elderly and children, there isn't much extra labor available.
Living modestly is enough; it would be great if these 500 villagers could lead a self-sufficient, prosperous life.
By the time Lin Yi had finished all his arrangements, it was already the afternoon.
It should be time for a midday rest, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.
"Nan Yi, bring the writing materials."
Lin Yi wanted to write a letter to the Emperor. As there were no signal towers in Nan Zhao, and radio communicators couldn't be used, the only option was to write a letter.
Lin Yi wanted the Emperor to arrange for a court official to come to the small Shiku Village to order radish cubes to be sent to the troops stationed far away at the border.
"Let's go take a look at the sandy land."
