If there is war, no matter how messy or unpleasant the clan is, when faced with a common enemy, we must stand united. Wealth is important, but in the face of life and death, it's insignificant.
This is a principle Old Madam Liu taught them from a young age.
Manbao nodded, indicating her understanding.
From Longzhou to Mianzhou, they passed through Qinzhou, then Xingzhou and Lizhou before arriving in Mianzhou.
Zhou SiLang parted ways with them in Mianzhou. He split his caravan and said to Manbao, "Before the new year, we must sell all these furs. I'll take Liwei to Maozhou and Yizhou. You head home first."
Manbao had no objections. Seeing that he hadn't tidied himself up—his beard was unkempt—she asked, "Fourth Brother, do you still have money on you?"
Zhou SiLang shook his head gravely.
Manbao softened a little and handed him a small money pouch, saying, "There are twelve taels of silver scraps inside. Remember to return it to me when you get back."
