In the Dayu Dynasty, an ordinary soldier earned at most one tael of silver per month, while a centurion received three. Perhaps he would accept it. Additionally, Qin Hu prepared to dangle a tempting prospect before Li Xiaokun; after all, Qin Hu had once been immensely wealthy. Now, it all depended on whether he and Qin An could survive the night.
"Young Master, I don't think I can go on. I'm so hungry, and my hands and feet are frozen stiff," Qin An muttered, drifting in and out of consciousness.
"Xiao Anzi, Xiao Anzi, hold on! Hang in there. You can’t stay still—get up and run. That’s the only way to survive."
Chapter 318