Chapter 1126 - The Officials Have White Hair
Evil Prince, Come Play With Me
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Gu Bailu wasnât doing this for some dream. Her dream was to live a carefree life with her family.
However... she couldnât fulfill this dream now.
She wasnât some saint who wanted the people to be enlightened. She just didnât want humans to disappear.
When a world was about to die, it would first go crazy. Once the massacre reached a certain point, the human world would be no more.
She was doing this for herself. She wanted to stay in the human world and wait for her son.
She believed he would come back one day. If it wasnât in this life, there was still the next. If not in the next life, there were still thousands of years after that. As long as her soul didnât die, there would always be a chance.
The noble families of Southern Glory Empire realized that their days were getting harder and harder.
On the other hand, the commoners on the street were very happy.
The nobles werenât in a good mood. They had nothing good to eat or wear, and there was no place for them to have fun. How could they let the commoners be happy? Naturally, the nobles would cause trouble everywhere.
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Feng Qingtian didnât send anyone to suppress them, but had someone record everything down. Whoever killed or caused trouble wouldnât be conferred any rewards next time.
The noble families now had to rely on the imperial court to be rewarded with things like fabrics for clothes, chefs, entertainers, and singing and dancing girls.
Gradually, the noble families seemed to understand something: Families who were peaceful lived well.
In the end, no one dared to cause trouble anymore, and just obediently cultivated at home.
Pale Emperor City of Southern Glory Empire thus ushered in the most peaceful era in history.
When it was time for the spring planting, the noble families discovered a big problem: There were no peasants to farm the land.
Where did the farmers go?
They didnât care about the money they got from those fields anymore. They all went to work for the emperor and empress of the imperial court. They had signed contracts. Even if you offered them high prices, they wouldnât farm for you.
The noble families were completely dumbfounded...
Without people to farm their lands, what would they eat in the future?
This matter... could only be reported to the imperial court.
So, one morning, Feng Qingtian received complaints that the farmers werenât farming anymore, and that the emperor had to set up regulations; he couldnât let the nobles go hungry.
Feng Qingtian snorted coldly. âWhy will you go hungry?â
Isnât it because your woman signed contracts with all the farmers?!
Naturally, someone gave this reply.
âThatâs strange. Even my empress knows the importance of farmers. Why donât you?â
How would we know?! In the past, we could pick farmers at will, and they would plant whatever we gave them. If they didnât, they could be beaten to death.
Now...
âIf you had treated them better, would things have turned out like this?â Feng Qingtian threw the memorial back at them and left majestically.
The officials looked at each other, and felt their hair turning white.
They suddenly realized that spiritual power wasnât the only thing that mattered in this world.
There had to be people to take care of their basic needs.
The officials asked the eldest son of the Murong family, âWhat should we do? Donât tell us that in the future, weâll have to wait for the empress to even reward us with food?â
Murong Changfeng sighed. âThat might really happen.â
They all wondered how things had turned out this way.
The empress was playing a huge game of chess. She had started recruiting people to work for her since last year.