Qi Xiuyuan pushed open his door angrily and was shocked by Rong Ze. "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
Rong Ze put down the book in his hand and said, "How can I sleep without concrete news? How is it? How's the estimated production of corn?"
"It's alright." Qi Xiuyuan explained the general situation and said, "If we're really sure that we can plant a second season, there will be a lot of seeds next year. I'm not sure about anything else, but at least the rations of the people and troops north of the Yangtze River shouldn't be a problem."
Only then did Rong Ze heave a sigh of relief. With a smile, he said, "That's good. Otherwise, we'll have to humbly beg for grains again."
