At this time, it was early spring, and the crops were growing hearteningly well. Several farmers were working in the fields, sweating profusely as they busied themselves with weeding and irrigation.
A carriage driver approached the field and slipped a few copper coins to one of the farmers, calling him over.
"My master has a few questions for you."
The farmer, unaware of Wen Jun's true identity, but seeing that this master was dressed lavishly and carried an extraordinary presence, knew at once he must be an official and hurriedly spoke with great respect, "What would you like to ask, sir?"
Wen Jun pondered for a moment before asking, "I hear that these few mu of land you have are all on a green seed loan?"
The farmer nodded, "That's right."
Wen Jun frowned, "The green seed loan carries an interest of two percent, which is already high. Officials will inevitably enforce apportionment and raise the interest rate, will you still be able to afford it then?"
