With his own abilities, it would be difficult for him to become a ninth-grade sesame official without the help of his family.

The only opportunity in his life to be a fifth-grade official slipped away. The young man was so angry that his eyes were bloodshot and he wished he could burn all the food on fire.

"Mr... Young Master, is there a possibility that Li Shimin and our family are asking for food? But we don't know yet."

A slave spoke cautiously.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!!"

The young man's eyes lit up for a moment, and he grabbed a slave with trembling hands and held him tightly, "Quick! Go back and find out the news. Did the family elders give you food? They just didn't tell us clearly."

The slave was a little frightened by his arrest, nodded tremblingly, and left as if running for his life.

Seeing that his proposal worked, the young slave breathed a sigh of relief and became more courageous. He continued to speak, "Sir, I think it must be like this. The national treasury is empty. Internally, Chang'an's food is in the hands of the masters. Externally, only Hangzhou has just rushed to help.

Food, and it’s still on the way.”

"No matter how you think about it, it is absolutely impossible for Li Shimin to obtain food. He can only communicate with the various masters in private."

The more the young man listened, the more he felt it made sense, and the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter.

The fifth-grade official who originally seemed far away is now a little closer.
Chapter completed!