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七十五 The heaven's punishment

A man in ceremonial robes was seen praying for the gods to rain, countless people devotedly prayed to the gods; even the emperor was present in the sacrificial event.

It has been three months and the lands have begun to dry up, the occasional rain began to dwindle and the crops have not reached the point of being harvested. Farmers are beginning to collapse in hunger, merchants have increased the price of wheat and other crops and simultaneously the people are beginning to fear the heavens.

A rumor has begun in the backward rural areas far away from the capital— it was said that the late Emperor begged for the heavens to give him justice and this is why the heavens did not give water to their land.

"The current Emperor must have done a heinous crime to the late emperor that's why the late emperor has a grudge against our land!"

"It must be true! I heard that the experts in metaphysics even told me that the heaves have closed their eyes to us!"

"What would we do now? The price is too much for just 2 liang of rice!"

"Was the late emperor killed by his sons? Even the current emperor today sat on the throne of his father with such reverence!"

Because of the current state of the economy, everyone was affected and when a disaster strikes, commoners were the most affected of all. Due to the reputation of the current Emperor, Fu Jun Bei; he was seen as the savior of lowly people who can only live their days in straw huts and calloused hands and hunchbacks.

When one has hopes, the other would follow. If one blames the other, then the rest would pursue the person handling that matter.

Simultaneously, commoners have begun to see that they lied to their faces; all the programs that the government-funded went into their pouches; the nobleman that was touched by the human suffering began to crumble and return to the superiority of his blood.

Due to these false promises, with just one rumor targeting the Emperor the people's fear decreased, and began to show their dissatisfaction.

"It has been going well, master"

Tu Yi Guan nodded to the shadows and sent him off. The plan has begun to take place, the delicately crafted scheme strengthens and the will of the people began to crumble due to heaven's interception.

All of them were waiting for this one chance, no matter the years, they will wait till it happens. And it did.

"Your highness shall now move," Tu Yi Guan said before placing the chess piece back into the game.

Just like placing their people back to where they belong.

...

Fu Jun Bei sat high on his throne, watching witnessing how the usual cunning officials started a useless dispute before him; brows furrowed in repressed anger, he spoke in a harsh reprimand.

"Silence!"

Murmurs of officials finally settled down, their faces still while being angered to death but are now beginning to loosen up seeing the livid expression of the Emperor.

Before they were like a lion roaring back at their enemies and now have become timid sheep.

"Instead of arguing why don't you all think of a solution!" Fu Jun Bei snapped.

"Your majesty, this minister has something to say" with a piercing look, the minister in front of him stiffened and continued. "The matter of drought-affected the crops of the common people, this minister suggests providing funds for the reclamation of the dried fields"

Scarcity for crops such as wheat and rice has begin to plummet in the early month, and the barrels of rice that were shipped to the imperial palace was also beginning to suffer.

Fu Jun Bei never suffered the difficult times that are now being experienced by the common people; he was still arrogantly thinking that this drought would not last long and those rumors are the first ones to be solved before this.

"Your majesty! The Mongols are beginning to take our land bit by bit, this matter is of the utmost importance rather than reclaiming the land for crops! We are just making wedding dresses for the Mongols if we set this matter aside!" One of the generals reported making the minister overseeing the agriculture of the nation erupt.  

"Those soldiers of yours would die sooner or later by the lack of food rather than sacrificing themselves for the country!"

Aside from the drought, news spread of the revival of the Mongols as they begin to carry out the occupation of small lands of their nation. Fu Jun Bei tightly gripped the handle of his throne, teeth grinding hatefully after learning of the news surrounding the occupied places of the Mongols that were once their own.

"Are you cursing my soldiers to die?! You stale, foolish weakling! You do not deserve to be called a Han!"

Fu Jun Bei couldn't take it anymore and ordered the soldiers inside to drag the two bantering officials out. Soon, some of the officials left and peace has begun to take place.

He looked at the mountain of scrolls below him and pushed it out making contact with the floor like chime bells. A step and then another till he reached the end of the stairs; he then walked towards the open area of the palace and oversees the wide bustling cities and grand deserts.

"This is all mine" he murmurs to himself.

Fu Jun Bei was no longer the same prince that walks through the sidelines, thanking carefully if every step he should take. He is now the emperor, he is the ruler of this land and what he says is what goes!

"No one will take this land from zhen!" A murderous glint flashed into his eyes, creeping into his every vein like an obsessive parasite.

Notes:

• Sacrifice to the heavens at the beginning of spring, and pray that the weather will be smooth throughout the year
• The change of 1 ( liǎng ) unit for weight and mass measure equals = into 50.00 g ( gram ) as per its equivalent weight and mass unit type measure often used.
• Making wedding dresses for others means allowing the other party/ opponent to take claim of your hard work.

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