Noon.
The kitchen had slaughtered a pig and two sheep.
This surprised the idle porters even more, and they all felt it was a farewell meal. Although they ate heartily, they felt a deep sense of sadness.
Their eyes were filled with reluctance.
At this moment, Jian Wushuang and Wang Lun stood on the second floor, watching the scene.
"It's about time. Announce it after the meal," Jian Wushuang said.
Wang Lun nodded and replied, "Your method is indeed effective. After two days of waiting, they'll realize how good this meal is."
This was similar to dealing with the Iron-faced Liang Chen.
If these porters were asked to join the rebel army right from the start, hardly anyone would have agreed. After all, exerting effort was better than risking their lives.
Moreover, these past few days they had eaten well, drunk well, and earned twice as much money as before. They were already imagining a bright future.
