Less than two days had passed.
Qin Shujian had yet to receive any news from the Intelligence Hall. Instead, he saw Gu Feng again.
Within Liangshan Territory,
a merchant caravan slowly made its way forward, each wagon laden with sacks and crates.
The wheels rolled over the ground, leaving deep ruts.
Not long after the caravan entered Liangshan Territory, Qin Shujian received word of its arrival.
Compared with the lightly mounted party from before,
this caravan was far too conspicuous.
"Brother Gu, what brings you back so soon?" Qin Shujian looked at the caravan that had stopped behind Gu Feng, a warm smile on his face.
Gu Feng cupped his hands and smiled faintly. "Naturally, I take your affairs seriously, Stronghold Chief Qin. These are the supplies you requested. Please check them."
"Haha, certainly, certainly."
Qin Shujian laughed, but there was an unreadable glint in his eyes.
He had never told Gu Feng his name.
Yet the man had addressed him as Stronghold Chief Qin this time. Clearly, he had already investigated much of Liangshan Stronghold's background.
As Qin Shujian stepped forward, Gu Feng moved aside to let him inspect the goods.
"The food purchased with five thousand taels of silver will feed five hundred people for a year. Even with a thousand people, it will easily last six months."
"That was thoughtful of you, Brother Gu."
Qin Shujian smiled as he spoke.
After a brief inspection, he had the other bandits carry the supplies and food up the mountain.
For bandits who were all at least at the entering martial sixth layer, the food that ordinary people would find immensely heavy was light enough to lift with ease.
Before long,
all the food had been carried up, leaving the caravan empty.
Then Gu Feng took a long, flat brocade