Chapter 129: The Thoughts of Prince Duan
Prince Duan had taken Song Gao and Song Yuan to a secluded manor, which, though a property in the hands of Prince Duan, had suffered from a flood disaster three years ago. The ordinary land had been breached by mountain torrents, followed by a year of drought. The crops they had planted did not even recoup the costs of the seeds, and the barren soil was slowly but surely becoming completely barren.
Prince Duan stood on the vast, crop-less hillside, his face filled with a bold spirit, gazing at the vast expanse cracked like a spider web, as if he were watching the grandeur of his thousands of troops under his command.
"How about this?" Prince Duan pointed at a large patch of land in front of them.
Song Gao and Song Yuan wanted to offer praise, but in the entire suburbs of the Zheng capital, they could not find a second plot of land as barren as this. They wanted to commend it, but their minds lacked the eloquence, and they simply could not find the words.
"Prince, this land is very high," said Song Gao cautiously, besides being high, it had not even a single blade of grass, "It could enclose a horse track."
"It is high," Prince Duan agreed, nodding. Song Gao weirdly felt he had hit the nail on the head? "However, I have no plans to make a horse track."
Song Gao and Song Yuan were utterly perplexed, but nodding seemed always safe.
"Prince has considered deeply," they said.
"I plan to excavate a paddy field—" Song Gao and Song Yuan froze midway, not daring to nod, they hadn’t misheard, creating a paddy field on such a high slope? Song Gao uncertainly sneaked a glance at Prince Duan, about to speak, when Song Yuan immediately looked at Song Gao.
If the Prince said it was a paddy field, then it was a paddy field.
"A paddy field would be good, exactly as the Prince said," Song Yuan hastily concurred.