Dou Bao smiled and asked again.
"However many come, we'll deal with it..."
Song Yuewan stopped mid-sentence, unable to continue.
Clearly, this Lady Song also noticed the problem.
She didn't know how many disaster victims there were.
But she did know how much grain there was.
The 'Si Hai Bang' had gathered enough grain for at least a hundred thousand disaster victims for a month!
But what if the number of victims exceeded a hundred thousand?
Two hundred thousand?
Three hundred thousand?
Or even, over a million?
Not even a day would suffice.
Thinking of this, Song Yuewan's face turned white.
Dou Bao smiled serenely at her and said slowly, "Wanting to relieve disaster is a good thing, but you must understand how to do it. Instead of acting on impulse and assumptions, have you, Lady Song, heard this saying?"
"Wh-what saying?"
Song Yuewan stammered.
"Disaster victims are like locusts!"
Dou Bao said softly.
Song Yuewan froze on her horse as if struck by thunder.
