"Yes, I wrote it. Please, sir, give me your guidance," Wu Lang bowed again to Official Li.
For an ordinary tenant farmer's family to produce a young girl who faced the gentry without humility or arrogance and handled herself with ease was no small feat, let alone a young scholar, not yet of age, who understood how to outline the sequence of events and their method of cultivating sweet potatoes in writing for submission. This was truly astonishing.
"Such a child can be taught... the youth to be feared..." Official Li said with a smile, stroking his beard.
"Sir, in my opinion, this matter must be reported to the Imperial Court without delay... Although Fujian has already begun cultivation, we here have not heard of it, and moreover, this is the first case in our prefecture..." Official Li thus bowed to Shen Liu and suggested.
The other officials around them also echoed their agreement.
