Noticing Yao Zhi's worries, Wang Shen did not let her guess and explained, "I do not know about your husband, but the White Tiger army is facing a food shortage."
"Aunt Wang, how did you know about this?" Yao Zhi asked.
"When I went to the town this morning, I learned about this matter from the town guards. The General's Mansion is looking for people who are willing to donate grains and other supplies."
Yao Zhi frowned when she heard this and said, "With the prolonged drought, it is hard for the commoners to have enough to eat, let alone donate grains."
Wang Shen nodded and sighed. "Isn't that so? The guards said that the General's Mansion is actually asking the merchants. But until now, no one has been willing to donate grains. Without food, how could our soldiers defend our border?"
"It will be hard to ask the merchants to donate without giving anything in return," Yao Zhi muttered.
