"We can't give you the warhorses. Though they're also spoils of war, we urgently need them right now and can only requisition them temporarily. When I have the chance, I'll compensate you again!"
Seeing Yang Zhengshan's gaze fall on those dead horses, Zhou Lan spoke with some embarrassment.
In that previous battle, Yang Zhengshan could be said to have saved their lives.
Perhaps they could have fled into the mountains, but by the time they got there, there probably would not have been many of them left.
That was why she had kept speaking of his lifesaving grace.
Someone had saved them, yet they were taking possession of that person's spoils of war. Zhou Lan felt deeply embarrassed by it.
Yang Zhengshan looked over those items and did not refuse. He clasped his hands in thanks with great frankness. "Many thanks for your consideration, General!"
Jiang Family Village truly needed these things.
The young men who had died or been wounded yesterday all needed compensation.
Don't say money could not buy back a life. To ordinary folk, money was life, and grain was life.
Though these things before them looked like a chaotic pile of worthless junk, they were actually quite valuable.
Take those Leather Armor sets, for example. Even worn-out ones could fetch over ten taels of silver. Then there were the dead horses; selling them would bring in plenty of silver too. Even if they could not be sold, they could be divided up for everyone to eat.
"And these as well!" Zhou Lan brought over another cloth sack from behind her.
When the sack hit the ground, it gave off a crisp clatter of metal.
Yang Zhengshan narrowed his eyes and reached out to take the sack.
It was stuffed full of silver and coins!
"All of