The dejected refugees carried their title deed to the table to register. Then, they placed the deeds down and took a bag of grains from behind before leaving with a sad expression.
The squires' accountants looked increasingly smug. Qi Xiuyuan, who was standing in the corner, saw all of this. He also smiled and said to Jiang Ze, "It'll be difficult to get these title deeds back once they mortgage them. Then why hold on to such unrealistic thoughts? They might as well sell the land and exchange it for grains."
Jiang Ze blinked and said, "General, you're right."
Qi Xiuyuan: "…"
After a while, Qi Xiuyuan sighed and looked up at the sky. His heart twitched. If only Rong Xuan was here. Alternatively, it would be good if Mo Xiong was around, too. At least he didn't have to say anything else.
