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As the first light of dawn broke, the majestic imperial city was enveloped in a golden haze. The deep and resonant sound of the morning bell echoed through the air, as the officials, dressed in their formal attire and harboring their own thoughts, slowly made their way into the Tai Chi Hall.
The atmosphere in the court was stirred by the disaster relief reform plan presented by the Fourth Prince, Lin Feng, as if a tranquil pool had been disturbed, with hidden currents rising and falling beneath the surface.
Dressed in a purple robe adorned with shimmering gold thread that glimmered in the light, Lin Feng stood tall and dignified. He approached the center of the hall steadily, knelt down while lifting his robe, and after performing a standard ceremonial bow, his clear voice broke the silence: "Father, I have personally witnessed the disaster relief efforts and observed countless tragic scenes. I have also discerned many long-standing issues within our current relief system. It is evident that reform is urgently needed, particularly regarding resource reserves, which must be established under a new regulation."
He slightly raised his face, his gaze intense and resolute: "In my opinion, we should establish Changping Granaries in every province and district. In prosperous years, the Government Office should purchase grain at fair prices to store in these granaries. With ample grain during good harvests, we can prevent price drops that harm farmers while also ensuring our reserves are full. When disaster strikes, we can swiftly open these granaries for relief efforts, distributing supplies based on the severity of the disaster and population size."
Each district would stockpile grain according to its population density; populous districts would store more to prepare for major disasters while remote districts would keep a moderate reserve for emergencies. This way, we can ensure that disaster relief efforts are not hindered by lack of resources.
The Minister of Revenue, Xia Ji—who was also Lin Feng's father-in-law—stood at the front among the officials. Hearing his son-in-law's words, he maintained a calm demeanor outwardly but inwardly sighed at the boldness of this young man.
Before he could speak, another official stepped forward to interject: "Fourth Prince, while this idea is ambitious, implementing it will be fraught with challenges. Establishing granaries requires significant construction work and land acquisition. The funds needed for grain procurement are substantial, and managing these storages will demand considerable manpower and resources. Tax revenues have only just begun to improve; any large-scale action like this could provoke widespread discontent."
As soon as these words were spoken, the court erupted into a flurry of voices—supportive murmurs and debates intertwined throughout the hall.
Lin Feng had anticipated this reaction. His expression shifted slightly as he calmly clasped his hands together: "Father, I did not propose this recklessly; I have carefully calculated it with my advisors. In past disaster years, the emergency relief expenditures were staggering and often ineffective due to rushed preparations. In contrast, while initial investments in Changping Granaries may seem significant, their long-term benefits are immeasurable."
"By collecting grain during prosperous years, we can counteract hoarding by merchants who inflate prices; during disaster years, releasing grain will stabilize prices and prevent famine from afflicting our people. This is indeed a long-term strategy beneficial for both the nation and its citizens."
On the dragon throne, the emperor leaned slightly forward, gently tapping his fingers on the armrest as he scrutinized his officials with deep-set eyes: "The Fourth Prince's concerns are focused on national stability and the welfare of our people. This matter is of great significance; we must not hesitate due to minor obstacles before us. The Ministry of Revenue shall collaborate with the Ministry of Works and Ministry of Personnel to immediately reassess this plan and present a feasible proposal."
As the court session concluded and Lin Feng stepped out of the hall, he was warmly surrounded by several ministers.
The Deputy Minister of Rites, Zhao, wore a broad smile as he affectionately placed an arm around Lin Feng's shoulder: "Fourth Prince, your suggestions today truly shook the foundations! However, given how complex court matters are—one small change can ripple through everything—it might be wise to take things slowly with reforms. If you need any old records or wish to hear experienced insights from us elders later on, just let us know."
Several other ministers chimed in enthusiastically as well; their words seemed supportive but subtly urged him not to be too radical.
With a polite smile lingering on his lips, Lin Feng responded neither overly humble nor arrogant: "Thank you all for your concern. As a prince, my heart is solely devoted to my father’s worries and seeking prosperity for our people. Knowing well the flaws of our old system means I cannot turn a blind eye. Though there may be thorns along the path of reform, someone must lead the way."
With a graceful gesture, he clasped his hands and strode away, leaving the group of ministers in an awkward silence, exchanging glances.
The afternoon sun was lazily warm, casting dappled light on the desk in Lin Feng's study. He felt no fatigue as he spread out his papers and pens, fully immersed in the details of his plans.
At that moment, a personal attendant entered quietly and reported, "Your Highness, Lord Li from the Ministry of Personnel has sent a messenger with an invitation for you to attend a banquet at his residence this evening."
Lin Feng took the gilded invitation, running his fingers over it thoughtfully, aware that this banquet surely held some hidden significance.
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