"Why is it you again?"
Gongyang Yongye hadn't expected to run into Gongxi Chou even here.
Gongxi Chou, who was on night watch, held back for a moment. "...Shouldn't I be the one asking that? What are you sneaking around here for?"
He'd nearly mistaken him for an enemy.
Gongyang Yongye spat in annoyance. As he put away his weapon, he offered Gongxi Chou a friendly reminder. "What do you mean, sneaking around? If we're being precise, you and I are on the same boat now."
A little over half a year ago, Gongyang Yongye would never have imagined those words coming out of his own mouth. It was simply too absurd.
But there was no end to the absurdity. There was always something more absurd.
"...With so few men, you're escorting provisions to Qu?" Gongyang Yongye stared in disbelief at the small temporary camp. Judging by the sparse arrangement of carts and horses, there were only two or three hundred people. How much grain could so few men possibly deliver? More importantly, where was the grain? He hadn't seen any convoy pass through.
Gongxi Chou gave him a look of scorn. "Times have changed, old man."
Who still struggled to transport huge loads with manpower when they went to war?
Growing the crops on the spot was faster than bringing them in.
Gongyang Yongye snapped, "Get lost!"
Then he turned to Luo Sha, who had hurried over out of concern, and said, "You too!"
The young ones these days were more irritating than the last.
Luo Sha, who had done nothing wrong: "..."
Lin Feng had stayed in Yuanfu Prefecture for only half a day. By the time Miao Ne received word, they had already replenished their provisions and left the prefecture. Before Miao Ne could regret missing the