Wang Qi ignored him and turned to an elder on the side, "Clan Leader, we’re about to enter the second month. We must hurry to clear the fields. The seeds left behind by the noble benefactor must not be wasted by us."
The Wang Clan Leader nodded, "Rest assured, the seeds are so precious, our clansmen wouldn’t dare to waste them."
Three days later, on the 28th day of the first month, the grain convoy entered Ganzhou City.
"The grain transported this time consists mostly of seeds. Now you should believe what I said before, as long as your household registration is in Ganzhou Guard, everyone willing to stay and clear the fields can receive the seeds for free."
Watching the refugees eagerly gaze at the grain convoy, Dong Yuanxuan took the opportunity to do some promotion.
"Moreover, these are not just any seeds, but high-yield varieties specially transported here by Master Xiao and Madam, after seeing the barren land and scarcity in Ganzhou Guard."
Hearing the words "high-yield seeds," not only did the refugees begin to stir, but the officers on the city walls also grew visibly excited.
Fan Tong struggled to shift his gaze away from the grain convoy to Xia Jianren beside him, "Old Xia, do you think what Master Xiao’s steward just said is true?"
He clenched his teeth as he spoke.
"If Xiao Yeyang truly brings high-yield seeds to Ganzhou Guard, allowing our people and brothers beneath us to eat their fill, I’d be willing to serve under him."
Xia Jianren listened to Fan Tong’s words and silently smirked to himself.
When Xiao Yeyang’s acceptance of the refugees was reported to Magistrate Wei, Magistrate Wei dismissed it outright, and in his heart, he sneered at Xiao Yeyang’s naivety.
Xiliang was not like other places, lacking resources, unable to receive support from surrounding areas like other provinces. To accept tens of thousands of refugees, manpower, material, and financial resources had to follow, clearly, conditions Ganzhou Guard did not have.
He had thought that Xiao Yeyang would definitely mess things up and was waiting to see the joke, yet they had directly brought high-yield seeds.
Xia Jianren began to waver in his heart. Xiao Yeyang’s substantial investment seemed to indicate his intent to take root in Xiliang; could Magistrate Wei really drive him away?
Seeing the refugees below the city walls excited and rushing towards the registration, Xia Jianren thought that if this year’s harvest indeed increased, then Xiao Yeyang would secure his foothold in Ganzhou Guard.
The hearts of the people, after all, were the essential core of an official’s governance over a land.
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Outside the city gate, the grain convoy entered the city completely, and a few ox carts began to slowly head toward the gateway.
"Xiliang lacks everything, and the initial investment required for development is indeed substantial; not just anyone can handle it. The Emperor has sent the Little Prince here, and he truly found the right person."
Xiao Yeyang had the backing of the Imperial Family, which could deter the local officials of Xiliang, ensuring that the imperial decrees were well implemented.
Also, Xiao Yeyang had the support of the Yan Family.
Although the Yan Family came from a humble background and did not stand out among the noble aristocratic families, the high-yield seeds being promoted in Daxia were developed by the Yan Family.
During the Northern Frontier wars, they donated a million stones of grain as if it were nothing, proving themselves to be a super grain supplier.
And in Xiliang, if one could solve the people’s food and warmth issue, then their hearts would be mostly won over.
Old Master Dong grew more and more excited as he thought about it. With Xiao Yeyang in Xiliang, there were few people he could rely on; as long as his son worked diligently with him, the Dong Family wouldn’t have to worry about a day to turn their fortunes around.
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