"How much military grain do we have?" Zhou Lan asked.
Song Hao replied, "We didn't bring much military grain with us. It can only supply the army for two months. The follow-up grain probably won't arrive until after a month!"
"..."
Zhou Lan fell silent.
Although Beiyuan Town had not been affected by the drought, and the year before last, last year, and this year had all been years of favorable wind and timely rain, Beiyuan Town had to support tens of thousands of troops in the Town Garrison Camp.
These years, Beiyuan Town's livelihood and military had both recovered a great deal, but it still could not be called wealthy.
Sometimes Zhou Lan even felt that her own ability had declined quite a bit. Back when she was in Chongshan Town, she could handle anything with ease, but after coming to Beiyuan Town, she felt as if everything she did took twice the effort for half the result.
Right now, Beiyuan Town simply did not have much money or grain to support her in wiping out the roaming bandits, much less more money and grain for her to relieve the disaster victims.
"Sigh. Borrow grain from Chongshan Town. Send someone to ask the Marquis of Jing'an whether we can borrow some grain from Chongshan Town!"
Zhou Lan said somewhat helplessly.
If she wanted to wipe out the roaming bandits in Longyuan, the most important thing was not killing those bandits, but relieving the refugees.
Only by letting the refugees have food to eat and settle down would the number of roaming bandits in Longyuan decrease. Otherwise, the more they suppressed these bandits, the more there would be.
"In addition, go recruit refugees to build our camp for us. Meals included!"
Zhou Lan also could not do anything about it.