"Khan! We need food! We need a lot of food."
"Khan! Our tribe too! This winter, more than thirty percent of our tribe died of hunger!"
"Nonsense, your tribe didn't lose thirty percent! Those who died were just inconsequential slaves."
"Didn't your tribe starve the slaves first?"
"We didn't just starve slaves, do you know how many cattle and sheep we lost this winter?"
"Do you think our tribe lost fewer? We even had over a thousand war horses freeze to death!"
"You must have secretly slaughtered them for food!"
"What did you say!?"
Amidst the tent, various tribe chiefs sent to find Dashi Bian were arguing noisily, while Dashi Bian frowned, watching these people.
It reminded him of a phrase he learned from Zhang San earlier about being "unseemly!"
"Alright! Quiet down!"
With Dashi Bian's angry roar, everyone immediately fell silent.
Seeing Dashi Bian's anger, all the tribal chiefs present quieted down.
Dashi Bian naturally understood the situation on the grasslands.
