Sending off Fang Ke,
Yang Ge re-tied his apron and went into the kitchen, starting a fire to cook rice while he pondered every aspect of tomorrow morning's action, looking for anything that might have been overlooked or needed fixing.
'Now, the biggest problem is not with the three major grain merchants.'
Sitting behind the stove, he gazed intently at the roaring flames and thought: 'But how to gather all of the townspeople to seize the grain!'
'The time must be short, for Fang Ke and his men to stay put like that, it doesn't make sense.'
"There must be a lot of people, there are no less than four or five thousand stones of grain in the three granaries, too few people can't take it away."
'And the scene must not turn to chaos, we can't end up doing more harm than good...'
There were many issues, but after a moment of reflection, he still made some gains.
Firstly, after these two days of distributing porridge, "Zhang Mazi" had gained some notoriety in Lu Ting.
