On Chang'an Street, the sun was gradually setting.
Many commoners were still searching for leftover grains of rice.
They meticulously picked out each grain, not overlooking any that fell into the crevices, wasting none.
In the distance, Chengtian Gate Square was packed with 30,000 "commoner auxiliary soldiers," who were storing the rice mountain, taller than the Imperial Palace, into the granaries.
The grain shops in the Imperial City reacted very quickly, and by now, they had all posted notices announcing price reductions.
The people's hearts were already calm, someone had calculated that Lord Lu's grain was enough for the entire nation to eat for a year, and the so-called grain scarcity had become a baseless rumor.
Until the sun set behind West Mountain, the gates of the Imperial City were opened again, and countless high officials and observing dignitaries began to walk out one after another.