Lavish

Youzhou, Yuyang Commandery, Quanzhou City Wharf.

Gan Ning had already arrived with the fleet several days ago. This voyage had been far easier for him than the last one. The ships were good enough, and he had grown bolder. He had tried several times to venture farther out to sea; if he had not been afraid of getting lost, who knew where he would have ended up by now?

Wang Xuan brought Gongsun Zan to see the fleet and the large quantities of supplies that had been transported over. They were called a large quantity, but there was actually not much food. After all, Liu Bei's side was not well supplied either. The truly scarce goods were salt and large quantities of iron farm tools.

Large numbers of people were about to be relocated to Yuyang, Youbeiping, and Liaoxi Commanderies. Vast stretches of land here needed to be reclaimed, so the demand for farm tools was greatest.

Thus, the main things Wang Xuan had transported were these supplies.

Looking at warehouse after warehouse of salt, those snow-white granules, Gongsun Zan could not help exclaiming, "This much?!"

"It isn't that much, Brother Bogui. Duke Xuande's side isn't rich in food either, but there is plenty of salt, and ironware isn't lacking. So these are the only things we could send."

"That won't do. These supplies are worth hundreds of millions. How can I accept them?" Gongsun Zan instinctively refused. In his heart, Liu Bei was still the younger brother who needed his care.

"Brother Bogui, you're being too distant. Back then, when Brother Bogui sent us those cavalrymen and warhorses, we accepted them directly. Now you're refusing outright. Are you looking down on us?"

"No, no, that's not what I mean. It's just that this is too much..."

"How about this?