If all the young people's explanations are understood, everyone would be willing to work in exchange for grain seeds.
While some still have some silver, even the poorest households have little to spare, and the silver is their final assurance, who would easily give it up?
"Yes," said the official.
"Indeed, that's what I mean. What's your name?" Liu Yongping looked at the speaker, studying him for a moment.
"Returning to the official, student Sun Shangcheng," the young man bowed.
"Have you studied?"
"Yes, I've studied for a few years, but the student lacks talent for studies, limited to a schoolchild."
"That's already good, then you shall record."
"Student?" Sun Shangcheng's eyes widened, evidently surprised.
