The Emperor looked at Zhou Shuren approvingly, "Last year, our country also lost many citizens to starvation due to the grain shortage, which pained me deeply. This year, the entire country is living frugally just to save grain for the people. As Marquis Zhou said, we don't have much to spare."
So it's a matter of first come, first served. Don't hesitate.
Zhou Shuren stroked his beard, feeling excited inside. Why? Because ambassadors from over ten countries were speaking Chinese, and there was no need for translation this time. It showed how diligently they had been learning Chinese in recent years.
The only thing that displeased him was that the ambassadors still used their own languages when conversing.
The Emperor sat calmly in his chair, aware that whoever had the grain had the ultimate weapon and held the power. The Emperor was not in a hurry. If it weren't for the ambassadors constantly pushing, he would've preferred to delay things further.
