Looking at the current scene, it was clear the crowd subtly looked to Zhao Jing as their leader.
And though he was young, his methods were seasoned, with a clear purpose behind every word and action. He had won everyone over with his knowledge and ability, and they held him in high regard.
The Lord County Magistrate found himself thinking more and more highly of Zhao Jing.
'If only Zhao Jing weren't already married, I'd really want to snatch him up as a son-in-law. A pity, I was just one step too late...'
The County Magistrate thought again of the essay Zhao Jing had written, recalling the three paths to wealth for the common people.
The red pears were out of the question. The season had already passed, and the people had little stock left. Trying to sell them or make pear paste to test the market were both unfeasible.
