At the gates of Ganzhou City, Zhu Jianzhong and Pang Guang rode their horses side by side, their faces still flushed from drinking too much wine.
After riding some distance from the city gate, a gust of wind blew by, and both men shook their heads, their minds completely cleared.
Zhu Jianzhong looked at Pang Guang uncertainly, "Did we agree to something with Xiao Yeyang that we shouldn't have agreed to?"
Pang Guang didn't reply; instead, he raised his hand and slapped his own mouth, looking immensely regretful.
Seeing him like this, Zhu Jianzhong understood everything.
Pang Guang regretfully said, "It seems like we've been tricked by Xiao Yeyang."
However, Zhu Jianzhong smiled, "Tricked? I don't think so. Didn't we get the high-yield grain seeds? As long as we survive this year, tomorrow, the soldiers at the guard station will have enough food."
