Come on, Try Saying That One More Time!

"How many!" Guan Hai seemed to realize something and instinctively swallowed.

"Two hundred thousand!" Sun Gan held up two fingers in front of Guan Hai and gestured. "Six hundred thousand people consume two hundred thousand dan of grain every month."

Why not just eat yourselves to death!

In truth, Guan Hai was not a vicious man. Even so, he could not help thinking that at this moment. People really do die from comparing themselves to others, while goods get thrown away when compared to better goods!

"What the hell are you telling me this for! Are you trying to force me to take a trip to your Qi Commandery?" Guan Hai already looked fierce and sinister enough, but his expression turned even darker.

"Taking a trip to Qi Commandery would be useless. General Guan should know that Qingzhou can only produce so much grain at present. Qi Commandery consumes a great deal, so most of it has to be shipped in from outside. Not to mention whether General Guan could seize it—even if you did, how much would you get? Besides, even if you could cut off this road through Beihai, we could simply change routes and go through Linqu. It would have no effect on Qi Commandery. We are only using this route now because we are on friendly terms with Confucius of Beihai."

After hearing Sun Gan out, Guan Hai's expression grew even uglier. He more or less understood all this; he simply had trouble putting it into words. But he definitely had no intention of directly raiding Qi Commandery. It was not because he feared he could not win. Rather, he had finally seen hope that Qingzhou might regain its peace, and he truly did not want to destroy it. If he had not run out of