Yang Ge: "What do you mean?"
Yu: "I heard that Zhang has obtained three thousand eight hundred catties of millet from Yongtai. If Zhang is willing to do Yu the honor, Yu is willing to present two thousand catties of millet with both hands to befriend Zhang!"
"I understand..."
Yang Ge suddenly realized: "You want to suppress Ling Guan and show off your skills, right?"
Yu smiled amiably: "Not entirely, I just feel that since I am here, I should play my part. If I do nothing and merely fold my arms to watch Zhang collect the grain, then what difference does my presence make? Who would then be willing to provide me with a meal in the future?"
He spoke with sincere emotion.
Yet Yang Ge remained unmoved: "I don't know what reasons allow you to eloquently justify working for a tyrant, so seemingly right and proper. But out of consideration for your need to make a living, I don't despise you."
