Jinyang is in a basin with fertile land. Liu Kun not only allocated land to the incoming refugees but also had the soldiers engage in farming. Except for him and the leaders in the army, no one knew exactly how much grain and forage were in his treasury.
Liu Kun readily agreed with a hearty nod.
Zhao Hanzhang's eyes slightly narrowed, curious about Jinyang's finances.
Is he so generous because he has abundant reserves? Then how did he manage to lose so many people?
In this era, aren't the people's basic desires simply stability and enough food?
After the discussions were over, the atmosphere became somewhat awkward again. Zhao Hanzhang remained seated, and Liu Kun didn't want to stay any longer. With Zhao Hanzhang's presence, he felt unable to say the many things he wanted to to Shi Le. The emotions he had carefully nurtured dissipated.
Liu Kun quickly found an excuse to slip away.
The room was instantly left with only Zhao Hanzhang, Ming Yu, and the Shi Le family.
