She mentally complained continuously: Good grief, Ninth Concubine, how lustful can this Prefect possibly be? Nine concubines—could he even manage to sleep with all of them?
She organized the information she had gathered:
First: The Fucheng County Magistrate is no good, thoroughly corrupt and lawless!
Second: The Prefect is no good either—a total lecher!
Third: They were still sixty li away from Nanzhou!
Fourth: The imperial court had already issued disaster relief grain, but it seemed the disaster victims hadn't received any of it.
Fifth: The Emperor must still be a wise ruler; in just over a month, the relief grain had been disbursed.
With these thoughts, she pulled two taels of broken silver from her sleeve and handed them to Tang Wu: "Go buy some food, buy plenty of flour!"
They could reach the Nanzhou Prefectural Capital in at most a day and a half. Buying flour to bake flatbreads for the road would be both convenient and time-saving.
Chapter 111