Wang Yongzhu nodded slightly: "Whichever method you find suitable, use that one!"
She was indeed quite agreeable.
For Wang Yongzhu, truly, she could afford to give away these few thousand jin of wheat, and she was willing to.
However, the current situation did not allow her to be so generous.
To put it plainly, if she really donated a few thousand jin of wheat seeds to the Imperial Court, it would be a significant achievement.
What would the Emperor use to reward her?
There were many officials in the court, and it was unknown how many looked unfavorably upon Duke Weiguo. Moreover, with Song Chongjin now only a Prefect of Chicheng County, once the trade route was opened and he was in charge, it would stir a hornet's nest.
This was a piece of fat meat that everyone coveted; how could one allow Song Chongjin to gain such merit alone?
By then, those people, for their own sake and for the sake of their descendants, would probably surround like wild dogs to tear apart.
