Ji Zichang cradled the Divine General List, poring over the battle records of the Fifth Divine General, again and again, his expression exceedingly joyful, praising, and after a long while, he set the scroll aside and laughed, saying: "Good, good, good brother, well done!"
"Come, draft the commendations, reward the gold, silver, and weapons from the treasury."
"If they can't be sent to the Western Regions, then send them by waterway to Jiangnan."
"Just say it's in celebration of Marquis Qin Wu."
Ji Zichang saw clearly that anyway, the gold and silver in the treasury would only be embezzled by the royal offspring if left; the broader situation was such, everything had already rotted into holes, and his lone strength could not stop it, so he might as well use this pretext to do some things.
Rather than let these things become the fine wine in the cups of the royal offspring.
It would be better to turn them into the food, clothing, and medicine for the common people and soldiers.
