"The Lianghuai salt merchants are making suspicious moves." Yan Shan took out a piece of intelligence.
It detailed the Lianghuai salt merchants' plans to manipulate the grain market.
Xu Qing was reviewing the new-style waterwheel designs co-created by the Ministry of Industry and the Fang Immortal Dao, his wolf-hair brush hovering mid-air. The cicadas outside suddenly became ear-piercing. The hot wind brought in the unique sulfur smell of the minting plant into Xu Qing's office room.
"How much grain do they have?"
Yan Shan replied, "According to the Embroidered Guard's report, they hold at least 300,000 shi of Jiangnan japonica rice."
Upon hearing this, Xu Qing put down his pen. The tip of the wolf-hair brush pressed heavily onto the rice paper, spreading a stain of ink, forming a landscape painting.
Xu Qing looked up towards the copper bell at the eaves corner, where a Demon Suppression Talisman made by Fang Immortal Dao was tied.
