Chang Dahao couldn't help but be stunned, thinking to himself, why is the court so generous?
Thirty days and sixty sheep, how much money would that cost?
By the side, someone had already heard the words of the Liang surnamed Wenshu, and thus the entire camp instantly resounded with a cacophony of howling wolves and wailing ghosts, cheers echoing far and wide.
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What Chang Dahao didn't know was that, at that moment in Xuanfu, there was another man surnamed Chang, a minor flag bearer at the Weisuo Institute, gleefully carrying the money he had earned from selling sheep back home.
This man was named Chang Qing, and the first thing he did upon returning home was to throw the seventeen strings of silver coins he had in his pocket onto the dining table, drawing the attention of everyone in the room.
"What's this? Shiny, is it silver?" Chang Qing's wife, Madam Lv, exclaimed as she grabbed one of the strings of coins.
