Looking at his wife's face that indeed confirmed his speculations, Shen Wenchen couldn't resist leaning down to kiss her.
"What are you doing! You're about to take another wife, and yet you still cuddle with me!" Nanzhi cooed in a feigned protest, attempting to struggle out of his embrace, which only provoked Shen Wenchen into more cajoling.
"Nannan, you are my wife, and I don't want to hear you talk like that in the future," Shen Wenchen said, his eyes sincere as he looked at his wife's little palm-sized face. Seeing her nod in agreement, he continued, "If we outright tell the people to hoard their grain, I'm afraid it would not only be ineffective but may also cause them to lose faith in us.
But if we approach it a different way, perhaps they would be more proactive."
Nanzhi listened and was somewhat bewildered, but when she saw the humor in his eyes, she understood his words.