"Yes, it's locked in the backyard and no one can approach," the steward said, "Young master, I've seen it. There are quite a lot of strong young men in this tavern, and the staff seem to know some martial arts."
Bai Shan nodded, "To keep a tavern here, you naturally need to have some influence. Well, let's buy them. Expensive it might be, we should replenish a bit more. We at least need to spend a night in the desert. If things don't go smoothly, we might stay even longer. Water is essential no matter what."
The steward acknowledged and left.
Bai Shan turned around and extended his hand towards them, "Pay up."
Obviously, the further west they go, the higher the expenses. The public funds are insufficient.
Currently, Bai Erlang is the poorest. He clutched his money bag and said, "Shouldn't Manbao pay? We previously ate and stayed at the post station, and she didn't contribute to the public fund. Now that there are no post stations."
