The River-Opening Ox perished violently, flooding the fields...
I know.
Marquis Xingyi knows everything!
Otherwise, why would he take the initiative to mention it and ask at the doorstep?
Just waiting for me to confess!
A plaque reading "Jianshui East River Dock Hall" hangs in the grand hall, with a "Sea Sunrise Painting" on the screen behind the desk.
In the vast government office, all officials kneel in line, trembling like sieve chaff.
Dark sweat permeates their official robes, starkly conspicuous.
Silence, deathly stillness.
"A...year and two months ago...another silk order of three million six hundred thousand taels, Jianshui is famous for its Chaohu silk, smooth and white.
But except for the annual quota supplied to the Imperial Court, the large families have already taken control of the fields, leaving no surplus land for anyone. So, I, as a humble citizen, ordered the conversion from rice to mulberry!"
