"What a pity... alright then."
Luo Ping expressed his regret but didn't insist. He continued with Lu Xi'an's words, "My base is to the south of Pingchuan City, north of Shanyang County. Brother, if you encounter good people, please introduce them to me there. If anyone can make it there, I'll find them."
He suddenly returned to his sedan, rummaged for something, and said, "Here, this is something I picked up from those folks in the county town, just consider it as fair trade for your provisions."
It was a small black cloth bag, and who knows how many hands and what damage it had endured; it was covered in stains and looked quite unsightly.
Lu Xi'an took it, opened it, and to his surprise, there were six or seven compressed biscuits inside.
These things were far more valuable than the few packs of instant noodles he had given to Luo Ping.
He asked, "You already gave us the gasoline can, why are you giving this too?"
