"No way, it has to be at least five times."
"No, Master, you've definitely tampered with this rice seed. I still have to come to you every year for it. Three times is already plenty. Besides, the rice seed has a separate price."
Xu Qing's last words calmed Xiong Chan down. He said, "Cultivating Yellow Millet Rice is extremely labor and resource-intensive. Are you sure you have confidence?"
"No matter how good the land of the Great Zen Temple, can it compare to the entire world of the Yu Dynasty?" Xu Qing countered.
One sentence blocked Xiong Chan's words.
Xu Qing continued, "Master, let's have some vision. Your Majesty has had his eye on your Great Zen Temple's Yellow Millet Rice for quite some time. If you really don't give it, he'll ask me to find a way. So do you think I should try or not? After all, in the Yu Dynasty, there's nothing I haven't accomplished."
