[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-directed-leakage-of-inner-voice-i-pretended-to-b":3,"chapter-directed-leakage-of-inner-voice-i-pretended-to-b-directed-leakage-of-inner-voice-i-pretended-to-b-chapter-345":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Directed Leakage of Inner Voice: I Pretended to Be a God Undergoing Tribulations",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1198051,1541,"Chapter 345","directed-leakage-of-inner-voice-i-pretended-to-b-chapter-345",345,"\u003Cp>He might be old and dim-sighted, but he wasn't blind in his heart. Those tall, tree-like plants and the continuous vines across the field were clearly meticulously tended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the yield per acre wasn't as high as the potatoes they had seen earlier, it wouldn't be far off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Old Man Liu is right, we also believe in the Lord Junior Preceptor!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, we believe in the Lord Junior Preceptor!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tall, thin young man who had spoken first looked displeased. Being reprimanded by that mud-legged old man was one thing, but how did these people bring the topic back to that Junior Preceptor Yue after just two sentences?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He really wanted to say, what does the grain yield per acre have to do with your Lord Junior Preceptor? What is the use of believing in her!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just ​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‍as he was about to retort, he was held back by the man beside him, whom he called 'Big Brother'.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That man was also dressed as a farmer. With his bronze skin, he was entirely inconspicuous in the crowd. Had the person next to him not spoken, no one would have noticed these two 'brothers'.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man shook his head at the youth, signaling him to say no more. He who talks much errs much. Couldn't he see that people around them were already secretly sizing them up?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since their provocative words had no effect, it was not suitable to say more. Although these ignorant mud-legs couldn't hear the hidden provocation in their words, their natural desire to protect that Junior Preceptor Yue was exceptionally firm, unexpectedly ruining their little scheme.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man thought of how his master's household had recently been constrained at every turn because of the one sitting in the imperial court, making life in the estate increasingly difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even close servants like them were forced to restrain their actions. They could no longer be as reckless as before. If they fancied someone's wife or daughter, they could no longer just bring her home regardless of whether her parents and brothers agreed, as they used to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the past, even if they bullied men, seized women, and beat to death the family members who came to their door to cause trouble, they were never afraid of facing a lawsuit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although they were domestic slaves, being favored by their master made them used to being above others. To make them recognize their status now, return to the bottom, and have lives as cheap as grass like these commoners—how could they endure it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man looked up, vaguely discerning the movements of His Majesty the Emperor and the officials through the surging crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He secretly prayed in his heart that the crops in the field had better all rot and ruin!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a pity that the fire didn't burn this imperial estate clean... Song Xiao'er was truly a piece of trash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as the malice in the man's heart was about to turn him into a demon, waves of exclamations and cries grew louder and louder in his ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes suddenly lit up. Could his wish be coming true? The grain in the fields was indeed...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sixteen catties and eight taels!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The official said sixteen catties and eight taels!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What sixteen catties and eight taels?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone asked urgently, not quite understanding what this weight, which they understood upon hearing, actually represented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While the crowd was urgently inquiring, the tall, thin youth couldn't help but run his mouth again, \"Could it be that one acre only yields sixteen catties and eight taels?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke with a laugh. On a normal day, people would just think it was a frivolous joke by a young man who didn't know the gravity of the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at this moment, to say such a thing, the malice was practically plastered on everyone's faces. Even the most honest and naive man could sense that this person clearly did not want the land to have a good harvest!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This kind of person didn't seem like someone who relied on the land to eat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Young man, you can skip a meal, but you can't speak nonsense. All of us are hoping for a high yield of the divine grain, so that us poor commoners can have a full meal!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, we all hope for a high yield of the divine grain so we can eat our fill!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"High yield of divine grain, we eat our fill!\" The young men in the crowd joined in the shouting, their righteous indignation directed at the young man who had just spoken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His 'Big Brother' glared at the young man, frustrated by his incompetence, and had to step forward to apologize. \"Old sir, brothers, please forgive us. My younger brother doesn't know how to speak. In fact, we brothers are also full of hope that the divine grain can yield thousands or tens of thousands of catties per acre.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he said 'tens of thousands of catties,' he emphasized it heavily. It seemed sincere, but few would believe his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as the crowd's gaze toward the two brothers grew increasingly suspicious, waves of exclamations came from the front again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The official said it's sweet potatoes, one sweet potato plant yields sixteen catties and eight taels!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sixteen catties and eight taels for one sweet potato plant!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Datou, did the official say how many sweet potatoes can be planted in one acre?\" an elegantly dressed old man asked the burly man passing the message in front of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sir Scholar, I don't know either.\" The man called Datou blushed and shook his head in embarrassment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the crowd's disappointment, he added, \"Word from the front says that the Emperor has ordered the farmers to start digging. Maybe we'll know in a while.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He scratched his head honestly, \"A few hundred catties per acre should be possible.\" They were all experienced farmers, they had at least this much judgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emperor Mingxi indeed ordered to dig up one acre of the sweet potato field first to weigh the yield, but the ones doing the digging were not farmers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, they were the high officials from the imperial court, wearing purple and crimson robes, or at the very least blue robes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those minor officials in green robes could only stand at the edge of the field and stare blankly, alongside their precious Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, having an even more precious Lord Junior Preceptor standing nearby made them feel somewhat balanced in their hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yue Fuguang sat under the Emperor's imperial yellow silk umbrella, drinking fragrant tea personally poured by Qian Gui, and said to Xie Zhiyan, who was eager to try and join the sweet potato digging army, \"Crown Prince, go to the next field and break off a few ears of corn to weigh.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Zhiyan's eyes lit up. Right, because the sweet potatoes were such a gem in front of them, how did everyone forget about the corn!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord Junior Preceptor, wait a moment, I'll be right back!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After speaking, he hurriedly left with Song Xiang and a few others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emperor Mingxi looked at his eldest son, who was rarely so lively. Lacking his usual steady composure, he led people to rush to the very front, not even letting Song Xiang and the others clear the way before plunging into the slightly yellowing green gauze tent of crops. He lifted the hem of his bright yellow Crown Prince attire and casually tucked it into his jade belt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emperor Mingxi couldn't help but frown. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Yue Fuguang's appreciative gaze and held his tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Out of the corner of his eye, he could already see his trusted ministers, sweating profusely, their official hats askew from the effort of digging the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Senior officials like Wang Shouchen, Ling Yinghua, and Bao Yuanjun had already begun using the hems of their brand-new official robes to hold large, bright sweet potatoes, walking towards him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reprimands he wanted to utter completely dissipated the moment he saw the sweet potatoes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be honest, if it weren't for his status, he would have wanted to join in and personally harvest Great Yan's first acre of sweet potatoes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This moment would surely be recorded in the annals of history and remembered by future generations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emperor Mingxi's thought was correct; this scene was indeed recorded forever in the annals of history. The General History of Great Yan - Basic Annals of Agricultural Administration recorded: In the autumn of the fifth year of Yuankang, on the Rengzi day of the eighth month, the Emperor personally led the hundred officials to the Shanglin Park in the suburbs of the capital to harvest the divine grain called sweet potato... The Three Dukes and Nine Ministers... The purple and crimson robes shone brightly among the field paths. The Minister of Agriculture measured the soil with a jade tablet, the Grand Astrologer stood by with bamboo slips, and the Libationer held the potatoes in his official robe. Their shape was like a shuttle, their color like red jade, heavy as black jade, with numerous fruits hanging from a single vine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor rejoiced and held them up to show the masses. The ministers bowed in congratulation, their voices shaking the forests and fields.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Appendix: Excerpt from the Diaries of Activity and Repose: The Emperor wiped his sweat and smiled at the Junior Preceptor: \"You said the sweet potato was refreshingly sweet, you indeed did not deceive Us.\")\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young preceptor remained seated and replied, \"Though simple and unadorned, this is far superior to the fine nectar served in the imperial courts.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor unfastened his blade to help sever the vines. The jade inlaid upon his scabbard fell and was lost in the fields, yet he made no effort to search for it. The peasants later passed this tale down as the \"Admonition of the Buried Jade,\" saying it meant one should value the harvest over precious jewels.\u003C\u002Fp>",1659,"2026-06-03T13:48:58.495Z",1,"novelbin.me","e8e76fa9b5b22e2dd0134de6441f37944e3cfd633f50b05656829adcc1eac064","directed-leakage-of-inner-voice-i-pretended-to-b-chapter-346","directed-leakage-of-inner-voice-i-pretended-to-b-chapter-214",347,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdirected-leakage-of-inner-voice-i-pretended-to-b-cover.jpg"]