He knew these County Magistrates were all trying to curry favor with him, but he was even more displeased by their thoughtless suggestions.
Even though Ancient Wen Heng wasn't an expert in agriculture, he understood that laymen could only see the surface while experts saw the intricacies. Professional matters required professional hands.
After making a wide tour and randomly selecting a family to have their yield weighed, Ancient Wen Heng still felt a bit dissatisfied, even though the common folk considered it a bountiful, high-yield harvest. After taxes, this amount of grain was just barely enough to scrape by.
Even with the additional wasteland cleared for them, it was merely a small supplement to keep people from going hungry. There was still a long road ahead before they would have any surplus silver.
"My Lord, the family from just now sent over these peanuts. They said it's for you to have a fresh taste," Ming Zhong reported from outside the carriage, holding a basket.
