"I... I know my mistake."
"I will give you seven days. If you can't gather enough cotton, it won't be as simple as kneeling here and enjoying the breeze next time. Stand down!"
"Thank you for Your Majesty's kindness. I will take my leave."
Zhang Jin's memorial was well written with many formal and sincere words, expressing his difficulties in various ways. If it wasn't for the system's prompt, Jiang Beiran would have almost believed him.
"What a bunch of useless officials. They don't have the ability to solve the problem and keep whinning. What's the use of having these trashes!"
Sighing in his heart, Jiang Beiran looked at Wang Shougui and said, "Close the door."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
After the wind gradually subsided, Jiang Beiran thought for a moment and continued to read the memorials.
"Your Majesty."
