Everyone was rushing to hoe the fields; some couldn't get tools and were too impatient, so they just rolled up their sleeves and started pulling weeds by hand.
Zhao Hanzhang watched happily from the side, nodding with approval, "Nice, nice, spread the word that this area is blessed land. Before the second day of the second month, anyone who comes to hoe here will receive the blessing of the gods, ensuring a year of favorable weather and bountiful harvests."
Fan Ying replied loudly without thinking about the reasons or results, "Understood."
The officials nearby were puzzled, not knowing why such words needed to be spread.
Fu Tinghan turned to look at Zhao Hanzhang; this kind of marketing method was very similar to the private promotions of some temples and Taoist halls in modern times.
