"Qin An, how many silver notes did we bring when we left the house?"
"There are no silver notes left. I only have twenty taels of silver on me. The imperial edict stated that we were exiled to the military, and all our family property was confiscated."
Qin An was only sixteen years old this year and served as Qin Hu's personal page. He was very frail and could no longer bear the torture, looking as though he had only one breath left.
In truth, Qin Hu was in no better shape. Over the past few days, the vanguard camp marched thirty li every day, performing tasks such as clearing mountain paths, building bridges over rivers, gathering firewood, lighting fires, digging trenches, fetching water, and setting up encampments.
What kind of situation would these two pampered young fellows face every day while mingling with hundreds of rough, burly soldiers?
Naturally, they would do the hardest labor, eat the worst food, endure the cruelest beatings, and suffer the greatest grievances...
Qin Hu estimated that his predecessor had likely been tortured to death.
It could be considered getting what he deserved.
Yet now, he had to bear this hardship himself; if he could not hold on, he would die too.
"Give it to me."
Qin Hu had made up his mind. He first needed to find a way to save Qin An's life, and then figure out other solutions.
Saving their lives was not actually difficult. The simplest method was bribery. As the saying goes, wealth can move the gods; while this method was primitive, i…
Chapter 685