The emperor himself had said that corn was a high-yielding crop that wasn’t picky about the type of land it was planted in. But how come when it was put into the Ministry of Revenue hands, they couldn't even grow enough to return the seeds they spent? All of the officials had fretted non-stop throughout this past half a month. The minister himself felt like more than half of his hair had gone white from worry!

The emperor cared about the country and its people. He especially cared about the people’s livelihoods. If the high-yielding crop, corn, was ruined in their hands, then they didn’t know if they could still keep the officials’ hats on their heads!

Today, the Minister of Revenue had finally seen hope in the form of one stalk of corn. Although it was only a single stalk, it had a healthy vibrant green color and was growing very vigorously in the pot. Apparently it wasn’t because corn couldn’t be grown in their country; it was because they were using the wrong methods!

“Royal Prince Yang, may I ask you how you planted this stalk of corn?” All of the resentment the Minister of Revenue had towards Prince Yang momentarily disappeared into thin air.

An old man in his fifties, who had wrinkles all over his face, was staring avidly and adoringly at Royal Prince Yang. If the youth didn’t have a strong heart, then he would probably have nightmares later on that night!

He shifted slightly to the side and glanced at an official who...