"What does this matter have to do with the General?" the first guard asked with confusion.
"Did you forget that the General's wife came from a wealthy family? As long as she shares a little bit of her family's grains, it would be enough to feed these people for months."
"What's more, I heard that the White Tiger Army had a connection with a mysterious person. They could gather hundreds of thousands of jin of grains. Surely, they won't watch and do nothing, right?"
When the guards heard his words, they nodded in agreement.
While everyone was feeling optimistic, Yao Zhi felt otherwise. The last time she donated the grains, they were exchanged for a lot of goods.
Even if she wanted to donate the grains again, to keep up her cover, she couldn't give them for free. But at this moment, she knew that no matter how wealthy Xue Ya'er was, it was impossible for her alone to hold up everything.
As the donkey cart entered the town, Ling Shi'er asked, "Master, where do you want to go?"
