Corn yielding nine hundred catties per acre, for the nation and the people, the significance of this is simply immeasurable.
Sitting in his chair, Shen Liu watched the excited officials. He leaned back and a smile finally appeared on his face.
Nine hundred catties per acre, even Lian Manman's initial estimate was a bit conservative. But he liked it. It was rare to see a young girl handle matters so prudently, always leaving margin for error. Far from being a worry, she was a comfort in every way.
Thinking about the memorial submitted earlier, and then about the new one to be presented next, the one sitting on the golden chair would surely be overjoyed upon seeing it.
The common people of the world being fuller, the nation's granaries being more replete—this was his Shen Family's contribution to the country.
