"If I, the official, do not say," An Jing continued with a smile, "when the time comes, all the lords might still ask me where is the appropriate place to choose for the seedbed. Lords, would you say I am correct?"
However, due to Tong Nongzhi's identity as a Farmer official, no one present agreed with An Jing, saying he was right.
Tong Nongzhi was instantly choked up, his ears reddening slightly. Clearly, An Jing's words had embarrassed him and also caused him to bitterly note this against An Jing in his heart.
Guo Nongzhi also took note of An Jing in his heart, but after seeing the exchange between Tong Nongzhi and An Jing, he thought to himself that An Jing was sharp-tongued and that if he himself wanted to vent, he needed to be more cautious. To avoid not just failing to vent his anger but also losing face like Tong Nongzhi.
"Do any of the lords have anything to say? If not, I, the official, shall continue discussing the matter of the seedbed."
"Lord An, please speak."
