The wealthy businessman obtained the inscription written by Emperor Jie. This can be preserved in the ancestral hall and be famous for generations to come.

The old woman smiled.

She murmured bitterly: "The government?"

"You can tell by your voice, young master, that you are still young. Any mention of this kind of income is just to fool people."

Cui Yun's eyebrows moved.

"What does this mean?"

The old woman laughed: "The government said you can get rice, even people wearing gold and silver can get it. The government can't say for sure. Those who are starving and about to die can't even think about taking a grain. Their mouths are left and right.

On the body."

"There are too many poor people in the world. Even if the higher-ups really issued this order, one person will fight and a hundred people will fight. Those officials don't know the suffering in the world. If they hide it, they can make a fortune by selling it."

Cui Yun's eyes flickered, seemingly sharp.

After a while, he sneered.

It’s no wonder that my brother said something when he abandoned literature and joined the martial arts.

"Weizhen, you don't know, the monsters and ghosts in this world always try to empathize with the world with a Bodhisattva heart. The peaceful and prosperous world you think is just what you think. You are still young, you will understand in the future."
Chapter completed!