As Song Xian spoke, the atmosphere changed completely, and many people began to wipe their tears, some even whispered among themselves.
"Is there disaster relief grain from the court again?"
"Hush, don't speculate."
Song Xian said, "There is no disaster relief grain from the court."
As Song Xian spoke, the surrounding area fell silent. Without grain, how will they fill their stomachs?
Song Xian continued, "Daqi has so many states and counties, the court collects a limited amount of tax silver each year. It cannot continuously provide relief to the eight states, and our eight states cannot just wait for others to relieve us."
"But the government office has prepared grains, draught oxen, plowing tools, and medicinal herb seeds. When the weather warms, we will plant crops in the fields. The land of our eight states is fertile enough to sustain the people here."
