My lord, spare his life!

That's blatant cheating.

Even though Fan You was subordinate to Zhang Yang, he still had to express his feelings.

This guy's skills are just too cheating!

Those who can store objects in other dimensions bear a burden of ten pounds for every pound of weight they store, and these other dimensions are not large, with many limitations. Zhang Yang, on the other hand, has no such trouble. She can store as many things as she wants and bear as much weight as she wants. For a moment, it was unclear whether it was because she possessed immense strength capable of moving mountains and seas, or because she had some other enviable adventure that made her abilities different from everyone else.

"Don't take them all."

Fan You raised his hand to stop Zhang Yang's clearing operation.

Zhang Yang said, "How can that be?"

The players are a group that either wants nothing or wants everything; they don't just give up halfway through. Fan You is putting her in a difficult position.

Fan You patiently endured his temper and patiently guided him.

As the art of war says, "When besieging an army, leave an opening; do not press a desperate enemy."

Speak like a human.

"The Eastern Bandits have amassed a large army here. Taking away all their food and weapons would be tantamount to annihilating a desperate force. They certainly won't expect us to be behind it, but for survival, they will inevitably launch a surprise attack on neighboring counties in a very short time." Attacking other Eastern Bandit forces is impossible; on the contrary, they would desperately try to keep the news from leaking out and then pick on the weaker ones. "If neighboring counties had food reserves, they wouldn't be in this situation now. When the Eastern Bandits come down from the mountains, the people of neighboring counties will most likely become their temporary food source. In that case, it would be like 'I didn't kill Bo Ren, but Bo Ren died because of me,' which is not advisable."

Zhang Yang barely understood.

Leave some food for them, lest they become desperate and do something rash. If this dog jumps over the wall to eat excrement, that's fine, but if it runs off to eat people, Zhang Yang will become the culprit of this karmic consequence. Fan You didn't want to commit unnecessary killings, so he suggested striking a balance, enough to satisfy themselves while also giving the enemy the strength to fight dog-to-dog with the person they were framing.

Fan You, unaware that she was processing messages, assumed she was reluctant to part with what she could take: "Things that are hastily accomplished perish quickly, while those that are delayed meet a good end. Morning flowers wither by evening, while pine and cypress remain evergreen even in the bitter cold. This is why refined gentlemen abhor vulgarity. In other words, don't rush, take it slow. Rapid development can also lead to a quick demise. A kingdom's ambitions are not achieved in a moment, and temporary gains and losses are not worth worrying about. What's wrong with leaving them a little? Taking less and going slowly will solidify our foundation."

Zhang Yang: "..."

She felt it was becoming more difficult for her to understand.

The last few sentences were perfectly fine, so why add those earlier ones in such a rambling way? That was her conclusion.

"Uncle Yan, you talk too much."

Fan You: "..."

A message then popped up in the system log.

Fan You's favorability towards you has decreased by one.

Zhang Yang was stunned.

It only reduced my favorability by a little bit?

Because of Fan You's obstruction, Zhang Yang did not empty the granaries of the bandit stronghold, but he did take all the farm tools and ironware piled up in the warehouses. Judging from the dusty state of the farm tools, these Eastern Bandits did not work, and leaving the farm tools in their hands was a waste.

Only in Zhang Yang's hands could these things be put to full use.

Fan You didn't object to this.

Before leaving, they left behind some fabricated "evidence".

The whole thing took less than fifteen minutes, not even enough time for the patrolling bandits at the granary to change shifts. Zhang Yang led Fan You to meet up with Zhang Dami outside the bandit camp, checking his game inventory while excitedly asking, "Where's our next target?"

Fan You's temple twitched.

Zhang Yang: "Since we're already here, are we only going to eat half full?"

Fan You wouldn't let her eat her fill at one buffet restaurant, so why couldn't she just go to several other places and eat until she was half full? She remembered that the observation subjects had said that there were a few strange rules circulating among real humans.

One of them is—

Come here.

Fan You: "That's not what I meant."

I can only sincerely lament that Zhang Yang's abilities were cheated.

Could this guy really be strong enough to move mountains and seas?

If she were to truly conquer the world in the future, her rivals would probably have to sleep with one eye open and one eye closed. If Zhang Yang only possessed the courage to hold off ten thousand men, there would be no need to fear her, for human strength has its limits and flesh and blood will eventually perish. However, she also possesses abilities far surpassing those of the world's most notorious thieves, as well as an insatiable appetite for devouring everything in sight.

The combination of these two factors caused all the heroes of the world to tremble with fear.

If Fan You were one of those people, he would be afraid too.

"Let's go, let's find another place."

When it comes to food, the more the better.

The two bandits, Zhang Yang and Fan You, arrived and left with the same swagger. The bandit stronghold only discovered the vandalism of the granary that very night. The cause was that patrolling soldiers heard the noise of large rats outside the granary and unexpectedly discovered a hole, large enough for one person to pass through, that had been dug in a hidden part of the granary. The rats had entered through this hole.

Once the granary was opened, only 30% of the stored grain remained.

This news struck like a thunderbolt at the Eastern Frontier bandits.

The bandit leader of the Eastern Frontier was furious. He abruptly threw on his clothes, rushed over, and indeed saw that sixty percent of the granary, which should have been full, had vanished into thin air. Not just one granary, but several others in the stronghold were in the same state. He was enraged, his eyes bloodshot with terrifying murderous intent, his chest burning with resentment. But this wasn't enough; even worse news followed.

"Report—the warehouse has been burgled."

The Eastern Bandits' storehouse was naturally where they kept their spoils of war.

Besides the mountains of various farm tools and weapons, their accumulated wealth over the years was also taken away by the murderous thieves. The chieftain felt dizzy, and the murderous intent made his mind clearer than ever before: "Investigate! Who dares to provoke us! Who's on duty today? Has anyone approached?"

He would rather have the incompetent regulators dealt a severe blow.

Unfortunately, the piece of trash who was shaking like a leaf was his wife's younger brother.

The amount stolen from his side was enormous, a devastating blow to his finances. What worried him even more was that the thieves had not been found at all, and who knew when they would strike again. If he killed his brother-in-law in a fit of rage, he would only anger his in-laws.

Let's keep this useless person for now and investigate thoroughly.

The chief's brother-in-law, ignoring the gravel on the ground, knelt down with a thud, his forehead pressed against the cold pebbles. Despair filled his heart; he felt as if he were dying, and he regretted why the accident had to happen today.

It would be better if it were a day earlier or a day later.

Of all days, today.

Why was the big boss so certain that the theft would happen today?

Because I just ordered people to take inventory of all the places yesterday.

The investigation was straightforward; there were hardly any suspicious individuals approaching these areas, let alone ostentatiously moving things out. While the rumored individuals who could steal things remotely might be able to, how much could each of them steal in one trip?

Want to move the stolen amount?

Even if we open the gates and let them in and out, it would still take thousands of people.

Is this possible?

"General, there have indeed been outsiders visiting recently." One of the men next to the chieftain remembered something and leaned closer to whisper in his ear.

The leader's expression was unpredictable, shifting between light and dark.

He tensed his facial muscles and gritted his teeth: "Summon them."

They didn't suggest binding and bringing the man over, because the other party was also skilled in martial arts. If they were to fight inside the camp, while they could certainly surround and kill him here, they would also pay a considerable price. The chief suddenly spoke up to stop them, saying, "Wait, I'll go over there myself."

The theft of the warehouse is a minor matter; the treasure can be stolen.

The theft of the granary was a major event concerning the survival of the camp.

Amidst natural disasters and man-made calamities, even though this branch of the Eastern Expeditionary Army received a considerable inheritance during the division of assets, they couldn't afford to squander it all. If news of the granary theft were to spread, other Eastern Expeditionary Army units would undoubtedly take advantage of the situation. Even a small amount of meat is still meat.

This news must not be spread; it must be kept secret! The burly man was unaware of what had happened, only knowing that the general of the Eastern Army had arrived, which made him worry whether the previously agreed-upon arrangements would change.

The burly man, of course, had no leads.

Although the two sides were not on good terms, there was no basis for them to be enemies at the moment. The chief also knew the strong man's capabilities; the latter was not capable of silently carrying mountains. Just as they were at a loss, someone ran in to report that items carelessly left behind by the enemy had been found in the stolen grain warehouse. The chief suppressed his anger: "Bring them up immediately!"

The guard presented the tray with both hands.

The tray was covered with a jumble of random objects.

A pair of arm guards, a blood-stained garment, a pair of filthy black trousers so dark their original color was indistinguishable, a bowl of leftover cold porridge, a somewhat worn token, and a few strands of silk thread... The silk thread must have been accidentally snagged by the thief during the theft.

The chieftain picked up his arm guard.

The dark patterns on the arm guards looked somewhat familiar.

My gaze shifted to the blood-stained clothes...

His eyes darkened, and he ordered someone to bring up his carefully raised star beast. This star beast was a dog with a sleek, streamlined body, long, straight forelegs, and solid muscles all over its body. It not only had an astonishing running speed but also astonishing endurance.

You can travel a thousand miles a day with ease.

Despite its slender build, it can devour an entire adult male in a single day and tear limbs off a living person with ease. It is the chieftain's favorite pet. In addition, its sense of smell is unparalleled and has never failed to catch anything.

"Smell it and see where the person is."

The leader coldly issued the order.

Before long, the strategist who was examining the other items made a discovery.

The more he listened, the gloomier the leader's face became.

Once there is one, there will be two; once there are two, there will be three.

While the first victim's home was ransacked, Zhang Yang and his accomplice were already planning their second crime, only stopping after three successful thefts. Zhang Yang sat cross-legged on the back of the steady Zhang Dami, counting his spoils. "Counting" was really just checking how many slots were filled in his game inventory.

Fan You: "Can it even be categorized?"

Zhang Yang was the kind of person who wouldn't even bother to bend down when entering a room, simply kicking her wooden clogs to the corner. Fan You couldn't imagine that someone with her personality would meticulously categorize things. The only possibility was that Zhang Yang might possess a similar ability.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to say the number without thinking.

Zhang Yang avoided eye contact: "...You talk too much."

Fan You was not intimidated by her.

He had obviously guessed correctly.

"The farming tools we obtained on this trip can be rented to farmers. With these tools, farming will be much easier. We can only hope that next year the heavens will grant us a bountiful harvest." We can't rely on Zhang Yang to go out and rob people all the time.

Zhang Yang: "Why is it a rental and not a gift?"

She wasn't stingy either.

Fan You gave a half-smile. Zhang Yang scratched her head, took out her notebook, and started searching. After a while, she found the section on "blankets," guessing that the reason was similar to the blanket incident. After she finished reading, Fan You patiently guided her: "Farm tools are related to the livelihood of ordinary people, and it is not right to exploit them. However, for impoverished refugees, farm tools are a windfall that they cannot hold onto."

Gifts are often unappreciated.

Leasing is actually a disguised way of protecting the common people.

If Zhang Yang felt this was inappropriate, she could always reimburse herself during a good harvest. As long as she was the Prefect of Tianyue County, how local policies changed and how they were implemented was entirely up to her. In any case, the royal family was preoccupied with its own problems, and the warlords couldn't intervene for the time being, which ironically gave Zhang Yang the opportunity to rule as a tyrant here…

It can be said that—

When there is no mountain king, the monkey reigns supreme.

This monkey is still the mischievous monkey who can wreak havoc in the Heavenly Palace.

"The copper and iron we obtained on this trip can be used to mint coins for circulation. In recent years..." Fan You seemed to be thinking of someone, his brows furrowing in displeasure, almost knotted with anger, and his tone filled with gloom and disgust, "...there have been some scoundrels who use underhanded merchant tricks to steal money, hoarding and speculating. Not only do ordinary people have fewer and fewer copper coins, but even some wealthy families cannot escape this exploitation, suffering great losses without even knowing who the culprit is..."

There is too little copper, iron, and silver.

The economy is stagnant, like still water.

Local officials may want to intervene, but they lack the ability to influence the overall environment.

With the king's court fleeing and various regions of the Dou Kingdom acting independently, the wicked took advantage of the chaos and thrived.

"Minting coins? Us?"

Zhang Yang pointed to himself.

Even someone lacking in common sense knows the importance of the right to mint coins.

Fan You said, "Extraordinary measures are necessary in extraordinary times. What's wrong with that? Can the Dou Kingdom's royal family really fight their way back from Dog County?"

In his eyes, the Dou royal family was dead.

Since things are already in such a mess, why bother following other people's rules? Those warlords, in order to amass wealth as quickly as possible, are shameless. They take the opportunity to issue new currencies, indirectly stuffing people's money into their own pockets. This is a common and basic tactic.

Zhang Yang: "...Oh, oh, oh."

She silently took notes of the key points Fan You had explained.

She suddenly realized, "Is this enough?"

Fan You said, "It should be enough for the Heavenly Yue."

They also had to guard against other places coming in, ostensibly to do business, but actually to siphon off all the copper coins through trade.

However, those are things to worry about later.

"Let's get through this difficult time first."

Zhang Yang disagreed: "We must plan ahead."

Fan You chuckled: "How can we plan ahead like this? Unless we can discover one or two copper or iron mines and then mine them."

Zhang Yang: "That's not entirely impossible."

Her mumbled words were soft and indistinct, and Fan You couldn't hear them clearly.

"What did the lord say?"

"I said..." Zhang Yang's previously leisurely expression suddenly turned serious, and he grabbed Fan You's arm. "Wait!"

She looked up at a certain part of the tree canopy.

The Dongfan Mountains are covered with tall, dense vegetation, and the Dongfan bandits intentionally used the terrain to conceal themselves. The closer one gets to the deep mountains, the less logging occurs, making it ideal for hiding people. She merely looked up and saw a yellow name floating above the bare treetops, clearly lying in wait.

Ok……

Most likely, they'll be the ones being waited on.

Zhang Yanglang invited him loudly.

"Would this gentleman have the pleasure of meeting me?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Huang Ming's title subtly change.

Oh, he's someone I know a little bit.

Zhang Yang: "..."

After reflecting on it, she wondered if she had actually stolen the Easter Egg Guy?

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Cherries have dropped in price quite quickly these past two days. The box of 2J cherries I bought three days ago is more than 40 yuan cheaper than the box I bought today.