Dressed as a junior official of the eighth rank during the Hongwu period, I am holding the imperial staff.
All the civil and military officials in the court trembled when they looked at Zhu Yuanzhang's disgusting face.
A special offer suddenly pops up in the system mall: corn seeds.
I gritted my teeth and redeemed my last points, and the golden corn cob hit Lao Zhu's feet with a "snap".
"Your Majesty! The yield of one thousand catties per mu of this product can alleviate the famine!"
Lao Zhu picked up the corn and sneered: "If you can't plant it, I will kill your nine tribes."
I stared at the system prompt and swallowed: "Growing guide... Additional money will be required."
