Before an hour had passed, the steward hurriedly rushed in to report.
"Master! A servant just came to report that the area in front of the government office corner door is now surrounded by citizens with no way in or out." The steward's heart pounded like a drum, his face full of worry.
"What's going on? What do they want to do?" Ju Haoming asked with a slight surprise, but an ominous premonition in his heart grew stronger.
"They're all buying rice!" the steward said through gritted teeth.
Ju Haoming suddenly stood up from his chair, "We can't wait any longer!"
He thought for a while, then stood behind the desk and picked up a pen.
For a moment, the area in front of the Yingnan Prefecture Government corner door was bustling, some people holding rice bags, others holding winnowing baskets, forming a long queue at the entrance.
"Everyone line up properly, don't push, each household is limited to buying two catties of brown rice."
