Chapter 340. Anger
Within the valley, there was an image of prosperity and aspiration, and Shanggu Town also thrived because of that batch of grain. Especially upon knowing the yield of sweet potatoes and potatoes, subtle smiles appeared on the faces of the townsfolk, renewing their expectations for life. They tirelessly planted seeds in the ground, meticulously tending to them, eagerly awaiting the harvest in a few months.
Yet, in Panshi Town, several dozen miles southeast of Shanggu Town, and even in county towns a hundred miles away, the residents still lived in extreme fear, oppression, and despair. Violence was rampant everywhere. Many people had gone mad in the scramble for food resources and territories.
There was hope initially when the flood receded, but what came was greater despair—no relief grain, no seeds. People could only stave off hunger with wild vegetables, and their eyes were cast in darkness without hope in sight.
In their frantic hunger, watching the wealthy and powerful eat their fill, dressed in clean clothes, and arrogantly enslaving servants, this imbalance reached an extreme, on the verge of a complete eruption at any moment.
Imperial Mausoleum Palace.
"Your Majesty, here are the memorials sent from various states and cities. Please make a decision."
The current ruler, dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe with a crown on his head, sat at a high position, with one hand tightly clutching his forehead. His brows were deeply furrowed, his expression dark, clearly showing his emotions had reached an extreme.
Every day was about making decisions, decisions, decisions. He was just an Emperor, not a god. How could he conjure grain or seeds out of nowhere? Isn’t this something the courtiers should find a way for?
"Your Majesty..."
Amidst the loud cries from the officials, the one seated high above finally reached his breaking point and erupted.
"Decide, always asking me to decide. Can I create grain or seeds? Isn’t this something you courtiers are supposed to find solutions to?"
"Your ministers are incompetent. Please calm down, Your Majesty." Terrified, the major courtiers knelt down en masse at the Emperor’s anger.