"What’s the matter?" Ye Jiu turned around and asked directly.
"The Prince has sent a letter. The people escorting the sweet potatoes are already on their way," Xiang Nan replied.
"I see. Find some time to talk to Changsheng, tell him to get the sweet potatoes ready on his end. When the people arrive, they can just take them away," Ye Jiu arranged.
"Yes," Xiang Nan responded, watching Ye Jiu’s retreating figure grow more distant. Then he, too, turned to head back.
This had been arranged by the War King before he left. There was a large quantity of sweet potatoes, and when he departed, he had only taken a small portion with him, leaving the rest behind.
Now that the planting season was nearly upon them, it was normal for him to send people to transport the crops.
However, Ye Jiu had to think carefully about what to plant in his own estate this year.
As he was thinking, Ye Jiu continued walking forward.
At breakfast, Ye Gaosheng said, "I’ve heard that war has broken out at the frontier border. There have been many refugees coming into town these past few days, and last night, a grain store was robbed. We should be more cautious at home too and arrange for night patrols."
Old man Ye immediately became earnest and sighed, "Why has war broken out again? Once it starts, who knows when it will end..."
Their Shuangxi Town was neither too far from the frontier border nor too close. However, if the border were to fall, their town would surely be conquered, which was far from a good thing.
Just like back then, when natural disasters were rampant and the War King had died on the battlefield, if not for that, they wouldn’t have had to flee a thousand miles to the capital city. Fortunately, the chaos eventually subsided.
Ye Jiu had known about the war at the border for a while now, as he could often meet with Sikong Mo and receive news much faster than the average person.
But thinking about how many refugees had already fled from the border to this area, Ye Jiu couldn’t help wondering how things were going with Sikong’s people—was there any danger?
With concern in his heart, Ye Jiu stood up and left.
In the space, as soon as Ye Jiu entered, the most conspicuous item was the dozen or so boxes of gold, silver, and jewels sent over by Suishang.
Accompanying them was an urgent plea, "I need grain, a lot of it. Money is not an issue."
Ye Jiu: "Why do you need so much grain? Don’t tell me you’re trying to save the world!"
He had just provided Suishang with a batch of grain a short while ago, and now, after just a few days, Suishang was asking for more!
In any case, the grain reserved for Sikong Mo was something Ye Jiu couldn’t touch.
Suishang: "Our General has been killed. Now is the critical moment for choosing a new leader, and I need as much grain as I can get. Whether I can rise to the top depends on this!"
Though he had not been in the military for long, his ability to procure a vast amount of grain had given him a decent standing in the army.
Furthermore, in these times of natural disasters, it wasn’t one’s ability or prestige that mattered; what was crucial was one’s capacity to provide food for everyone. That was more important than anything.
That was why Suishang was so urgent.
Worried and fearing that Ye Jiu might be unwilling to help, Suishang was very generous this time.
Without waiting for Ye Jiu to speak, several more boxes of gold and jewels were sent over.
She wasn’t trying to be greedy or jack up the price, she just genuinely wanted to ask. Really!
However, seeing Suishang’s sincerity, it would seem quite stingy of her not to give in.
So, Ye Jiu turned around and allocated half of the grain she had pretty much used up over this period and sent it over.