Xu Xuan was rather courteous, as he at least spared women, children, and the elderly from death, choosing only to exile them to mountainous areas to cultivate the land.
If refugees came to kill "Zhu" and eat its meat, that would not be something ordinary people could endure.
He pushed open the thick doors of the storeroom, and at a glance, he saw dozens of rows of fully stocked shelves.
This wasn't the granary, which he heard was even bigger, probably enough for an army of ten thousand to last a very long time.
The storeroom was mostly filled with miscellaneous items.
Tea leaves, jade, books, paintings, more books, and what Xu Xuan currently needed most: gold sand, lead mercury, sulfur, cloud mercury, saltpeter, stalactites, and so on.
Each was of the finest quality, things that ordinary people in the outside world could hardly find.
"This should be enough for my personal use for more than a decade," Xu Xuan thought to himself.
