"Should we take some grain with them?" Huo Xiaolong asked Da Ni'er.

The locals understand the customs of the grasslands best, of course. If he gives them away so rashly, Huo Xiaolong is not afraid that they will retaliate after they have eaten their fill. There are only a few hundred people, and the girl is not a threat to him.

Da Ni felt a little embarrassed to speak up, fearing that Huo Xiaolong had given the people food because of her crying that night.

“Those children are too thin. I asked the older sister of the children, and she said it’s because they don’t eat well that they are prone to getting sick.”

"If we don't need it, just give us a few days' worth," the dark-skinned girl finally managed to say after a long pause.

The two girls listened with a hint of disdain. From childhood to adulthood, when had Wang Dani ever been stingy? Whenever her mother gave her money, she would always share it with the two of them.

"You can even say how many days it will take?"

"Isn't that what you use for fighting? In war, people will die if the supplies don't keep up!" Da Ni'er's face turned a little red, and her voice rose a bit, as if this could cover up her guilty conscience.

"Won't."

Li Jian had just delivered two months' worth of food to himself, which was enough.

The old man couldn't quite understand what the two girls were saying. Finally, it was the dark-skinned girl who spoke to him.

"Go back to the tribe later and bring some people to the gate of the military camp to carry some food back."

"Move some food?" the old man asked, somewhat incredulously.

"We have no money, no safflower or pearls, and no spices."

Wang Dani smiled as she watched the girl in red walk away.

"We don't need these; consider them for the children."

"Of course, you can eat together."

“You need to be well-fed to have the energy to work; that’s what she gave you.”