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"I said it from the start, a ten-year-old child succeeding the throne is inappropriate, and once in power, he's bound to fool around. Now hasn't what I said come true? Just look at what that child is doing?"
In a lavishly decorated courtyard, an elderly man with white hair, and a dignified aura, sat in the seat of honor, speaking angrily.
"Allowing commoners to own their lands privately, rewarding high-yielding farmers, encouraging farming, establishing a comprehensive military merit system, bestowing titles upon soldiers with exemplary combat performance—is this not fooling around?"
Seated to the old man's right, a stout middle-aged man lamented,
"Those weaklings, as insignificant as ants—the lower class people—just need to be fed, yet they are being allowed to own land and given rewards. If His Majesty wants to increase food production, a whip would suffice; there's absolutely no need for these rewards."
