So many people had died, and the refugees had been on the verge of taking the manor and finally eating their fill. Yet a tiny summons had stopped them. Of course they were unwilling to give up.
Still, every one of them knew that the authority of the Immortal Sects could not be challenged.
Defying an Immortal Sect Summons was courting death. Even if they managed to break into the manor now, the Immortal Sects would hunt them down afterward.
Worse still, after death they would become Criminal Ghosts, locked in the Ghost Prison to suffer.
So however unwilling they were, the two sides remained at a standstill.
Tang Changsheng understood. He smiled. "I came to ask Landowner Zhang for a favor. How about bringing out a few hundred shi of grain to help these refugees first?"
At once, Zhang Bancheng's confidants raised an uproar. If they had not feared Tang Changsheng, they would already have cursed him. "A few hundred shi of Grain and Fodder? Do you think that's a few jin? You open your mouth and expect to borrow it? Who do you think you are?"
Under ordinary circumstances, even two thousand shi of Grain and Fodder, though a great deal, would not have been impossible.
Zhang Bancheng lived in wealth and luxury. The payment he had offered Tang Changsheng back when he invited him over could have bought dozens of shi of grain.
But what kind of times were these? War raged, and danger pressed in on every side!
Grain prices had soared dozens of times over. Worse, there was no grain to buy at any price. Even a mountain of money would struggle to secure it.
And now Tang Changsheng had opened his mouth to demand several hundred shi of Grain and Fodder. This was going