It's not that he's afraid of them, it's just that Lin Mo's troops aren't strong enough right now, and the losses would be too great if they fought.
But grain can be transported away!
Lin Mo immediately ordered Xu Chu to find soldiers to move all the grain to the outer gate and transport it down the mountain after the fire in the fortress was extinguished.
After a preliminary inventory, the secret room contained 110,000 shi of rice, which is equivalent to 13 million jin of grain.
Based on the ancient calculation that an adult male eats two catties of rice a day, thirteen million catties would be enough to feed 30,000 bandits for a year.
"These bastards have stockpiled a lot of grain; they're prepared to wage a war of attrition against us!" Zhao Zhen cursed.
"Hmph, the key question is, where did these scoundrels get so much grain?" Xu Chu said angrily. "They must have stolen it from the people."
Lin Mo hummed in agreement, “Sichuan is a barren land, and the people there barely have enough to eat. How come they have so much?”
Lin Mo initially felt a pang of guilt and reluctance upon seeing the corpses of bandits scattered on the ground, but now, seeing the grain he had seized from the common people, he immediately felt that he had done nothing wrong.
These scum deserve to die!
But then another problem arose.
Transporting such a large amount of grain would be an enormous challenge.
The bandits of Greedy Wolf Mountain plundered a little each day, slowly accumulating this much grain, which Lin Mo's men then transported...
This place is seven or eight days' journey from Xichuan City, and a round trip would take more than half a month.
How long would it take to transport them with just a few thousand men?
After a moment's thought, Lin Mo decisively ordered, "Quickly bring me pen and ink; I need to write a letter to Yao Guangxiao!"
That's right, the wicked monk does things when there's trouble, and does nothing when there's nothing to do...
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