Seeing this, Zhao the Seventh dared not say anything more. In any case, his people wouldn't be going hungry.
He immediately cupped his hands. "Yes, sir! I will take my leave, then."
Cheng Zongyang then added, "Also, once the rain stops, gather your men. You will be responsible for supervising the work from now on. If you find anyone slacking, remove them immediately."
"Yes, sir!"
After Zhao the Seventh departed, Li Lu spoke up. "What if you successfully grow all this grain, but then the Government Office or the Thirteen Royal Families show up? Won't all your hard work be for their benefit?"
Cheng Zongyang shook his head. "And what if they don't? This four-month harvest will be enough for everyone in the entire County Town to make it through the year. After that, things will only get better. So, we have to take this gamble.
