Rob the rich to help the poor?
Gu Chi frowned instinctively.
"Which 'rich' are you planning to rob?"
The Rebel Army had to be the richest now, right?
The great fire earlier hadn't even touched their foundations, and with the supplies and grain brought by their reinforcements, they were practically "rolling in wealth."
"If you're planning to target the Rebel Army, I'd advise you to drop the idea. There's no one to spare in Xiaocheng, so we can't send anyone out. Even if we could, they'd be the ones robbing us."
Gu Chi thought he'd predicted Shen Tang's prediction.
He wanted to head her off before she could suggest it.
But Shen Tang replied with an air of arrogant, Versailles-style nonchalance. "I already burned their supplies. Even the Rebel Army wouldn't be stupid enough to fall into the same pit twice. Why would I target them? I mean, should we borrow a little from the wealthy families inside Xiaocheng?"
Gu Chi: "..."
This was the last thing he'd expected.
He asked, "By wealthy families, do you mean..."
Gu Chi had a vague idea, but couldn't believe Shen Tang would have the nerve. Yet she really did. "Xiaocheng is the seat of government for Sibao Prefecture, after all, isn't it? It's also the most prosperous and populous place in Sibao Prefecture. There must be plenty of wealthy, powerful, influential families and local gentry with deep roots, right?"
Gu Chi's mouth twitched.
"Those people have already fled."
They were the ones with the best information.
Not long after the Rebel Army raided the garrison's grain depot outside the city and the flames began to spread, these people sensed that something was wrong. They packed through the night and took their most important family members away.
In the past, they might not have