The old man picked up the earthen bowl with a hole on the ground, took a sip of coarse tea, smashed it in his mouth, and chewed the tea leaves in his mouth, "Back then! There was nothing to eat, and everyone's eyes turned green from hunger. What were they looking at?

I picked up all the green ones and ate them. After eating them, I was still hungry, so I peeled off the bark of the tree to cook and eat it. But the bark was also peeled off..."

"What should we do?" The prince seemed to have seen the tragic scene, "What should we eat?"

"Eat dirt!"

…

Later, the emperor and the prince found a place and ordered the guards to dig up the top soil.

There was white clay underneath. A Liang asked, "Aye, what is this?"

The emperor dug up a piece of white clay and held it in his hand.

He said to the prince: "This is soil!"

The prince looked solemn, "Can you eat it?"

"cannot!"

"Then they still eat it."

"If you don't starve to death, the food you eat can at least comfort your stomach. But, you will die of abdominal distension."

The prince raised his head, with shock in his eyes, "Aye, all of this..."

"A Liang, try it."

The emperor broke some clay for his son, and also gave some for himself, which was more than the prince's.

The taste is very strange,

But at least it's more delicate than ordinary soil and won't scratch your throat.

Ah Liang burst into tears.

It's not that I feel uncomfortable physically, but that I feel uncomfortable in my heart.

"My father asked you to eat dirt, just to tell you that when meat-eaters make decisions in temples, they should think less of themselves and more of the people. I just want to tell you what the purpose of governing is..."

"Let the people eat meat!"

"Yes. What else?"

"Let those ambitious people eat dirt!"
Chapter completed!