You're always talking about your damn grain tributaries. As if they're anything special.
You're just jealous because your tributaries are 34% millet and your peasants are weakened by scurvy. You are jealous of the fertile river delta I control with several magnificent forts.
Fuck you.
Fuck you.
Fuck you.
Fuck you.
Fuck you.
Your horse archers could never hope to best mine. Your bronze is of inferior quality.
Mad because my river delta means my cities can only be besieged by naval forces you don't have.
Jumping up and down furiously and demanding that my court poets draft declamatory verses comparing you to a mandrill.
I am unaffected by your epic poetry because of my bountiful grain tributaries






