"Uncle Ding is right. Without us brothers of the Grains-Transport Brotherhood, people in Beijing would be hauling corpses out into the streets!"
Xu Lin was bold enough to utter such words, making Uncle Zhang Baofa's head spin with anxiety, yet many of the members felt Xu Lin was entirely right.
If not for the Grains-Transport Brotherhood spending nine months out of the year steadily ferrying tribute grain from the south and north to the Capital, what would the emperor in the capital eat? What would the princes and grand ministers eat? What would the Eight Banners soldiers and Booi Nikan eat?
Chapter 158