It was easier said than done.
Even though I had tasked our warriors to put out notices in public places, the bandits would tear them down before the day ended. I gave up after the second day, knowing that it was just a waste of paper.
The residents needed to be willing to open their minds to Chang Jie Fu - a place that, to their knowledge, hadn't helped them in the slightest.
The 4th Prince's command had only prevented the bandits from doing more damage, and not stop them. But who else better to stop the bandits than the people of Chang Jie themselves?
If only they weren't hungry, tired and scared.
"Rations." My words were loud in the quiet servant quarters.
"Madame?" Qin asked, looking confused as she raised her head from the servant clothes she was sewing for herself.
"Rations. The harsh winter left Chang Jie in worse conditions. The Generals were joking about this matter." I clenched down on my jaw, putting aside the cloth I had been polishing my father's dagger with.
