Although nominally not belonging to Zhao Hanzhang, Zhao Hanzhang's mother still provided the people with a lot of confidence. Those who came to buy grain were no longer so anxious, and the atmosphere in the queue lightened considerably as the clerk continued measuring out grain for them.
Someone quietly slipped away from the queue and quickly ran to a small door. After entering, he turned and headed to the front, "Master, I found out. It's the business of the Great General's mother, Mrs. Wang. I've heard they've brought in a lot of grain, with bags piled up to the ceiling."
The middle-aged man was delighted upon hearing this and repeatedly asked, "Are you sure? Is it truly the business of the Great General's mother?"
"Most likely it is. I even saw soldiers in uniform standing by."
"Good, good," the middle-aged man said joyfully, "Open the doors, lower all the grain prices, and adopt a purchase limit like theirs, quick!"
