Under Wenren Sheng's arrangements, the town soon fell.
More than a thousand men divided the town into sections and took control.
It had to be said that even under a feudal dynasty, in this land of Jiangnan, people could still scrape by.
Mainly because heaven provided for them.
Going downriver, entering the mountains, sailing, smuggling, boiling salt... there was always some way to survive.
That was also why, although Jiangnan had repeatedly produced rebels, none of them had been able to grow truly powerful.
The only one, Zhu Yuanzhang, had only succeeded because he had not made himself the first target. In truth, he was from Huaixi, which still had a certain distance from Jiangnan.
The one entrenched in Jiangnan was Zhang Shicheng.
"Hand over half your grain. Other supplies will be levied as follows..."
An accountant they had picked up along the way listed out the items and went door to door collecting them.
This was already not bad. They had not forced the townspeople into becoming refugees.
"Isn't this just robbery?" Zhao Qing could not help questioning.
"Aren't you the Righteous Army?"
"We're only looking for a way to live," the accountant said coldly. "We never said we were some Righteous Army."
"What righteousness? Living is what matters."
"And you, woman—don't you know how to keep accounts too? Hurry up and come work. We don't keep idlers here. If the teacher hadn't spoken for you, you'd have been sent into some leader's tent long ago!" the accountant said disdainfully.
Zhao Qing had nothing to say.
She realized she had been very foolish.
For some reason, after transmigrating, she had still been quite clever at first, but once she ran into that Schoolteacher, her IQ had somehow plummeted.
She had actually dared to argue with him...
He was the