The rice at home has ripened.
Liang Qu had two hundred mu of paddy fields, ripening in November, time for harvesting and assessing the results.
Without any accidents, there would be a large-scale expansion next summer.
In the past, when the Imperial Court had awarded a Dragonblood Horse, Liang Qu did not go to a brokerage but instead asked Yang Dongxiong for Fan Xinglai, the youngest son of the Yang Family coachman who was twelve or thirteen years old.
There was no other reason.
It's more reassuring to employ one's own kin.
If kin weren't enough, then look for fellow townspeople from the same prefecture, county, town, and village—the smaller the area, the better.
Needing manpower, that's one aspect.
Expanding influence, that's another.
When Liang Qu went to the Academy, he hadn't seen but had heard.
