Even in a famine, there's no panic; the eldest sister has stockpiled plenty of money and grain.

Jiangjiacun's actions may seem secretive, but with so many eyes watching, they can't really hide.

Whether it's day or night, the area around Pingshan is heavily guarded.

After the cellar was completed, the village began moving grain into the mountains.

Jiangjia Village only had two or three hundred people in total, and the black-clad guards were all very knowledgeable and had long since recognized everyone.

As night fell, several shadows darted out and guarded the entrance to Pingshan.

Several other figures then ran towards Jiangjia Village, their movements swift and skillful, demonstrating a degree of martial arts prowess.

"Master, shall we intervene?"

On Pingshan Mountain, Jiang Bai and Jia Yi stood on a high point, taking in all of this.

Jiang Bai shook his head: "No need, the villagers of Jiangjia Village are not as weak as you think."

Thinking back to the villagers' bold act of driving away the soldiers, Jiang Bai knew that these villagers, though seemingly ordinary, were all incredibly bold.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have agreed to her suggestion of robbing government grain so readily, and even later.

Jia Yi's question was merely symbolic; in reality, he didn't care at all about the villagers' lives or deaths. All he cared about was Jiang Bai.

The villagers of Jiangjia Village transported grain under the cover of night, taking a separate path that could also lead to and from Pingshan. However, they did not need to pass by Jiang Bai's house, thus avoiding being discovered by Zhao Jiuchang and his group.

A group of about ten strong young men, each carrying a sack weighing about fifty or sixty pounds, walked silently toward Pingshan.

Their eyesight wasn't very good, but fortunately, they had walked this road countless times, so they only needed to follow their memories to reach the place where the grain was stored.

The boy from Zhao Family Village, along with his accomplice Er Laizi, sneaked into Jiang Family Village. He thought he had been careful enough, but they were discovered by the patrol team as soon as they entered the village.

In an instant, Jiangjia Village was brightly lit. The clan chief, the village head, and a group of elders held the group of people hostage and headed towards Zhao Jiuchang and his group, demanding an explanation.

Jiang Bai didn't look any further, and after confirming that Jiangjia Village wouldn't cause any trouble, he headed towards Nan'an County.

Outside the Nan'an County government office, two men were squatting in the shade beside the official road, feeding mosquitoes. By the time Jiang Bai arrived, they had already been fed countless mosquitoes.

"Why did you come?"

Upon spotting Jiang Bai, Ji Yanwen's face lit up with joy, but before he could speak, someone next to him spoke first, and his face immediately darkened.

"How was I supposed to know that you two wouldn't go back to Pingshan after you came back, but instead ambushed outside the county government office?"

Jiang Bai raised an eyebrow, his gaze falling on Ming Yu before naturally shifting to Ji Yanwen.

Tsk tsk, still wearing that mask.

"I have some breaking news, and I thought you'd be interested, so I was planning to invite you along."

As he said this, Ming Yu glanced at Ji Yanwen.

He secretly sent a message to Jiang Bai, asking to share some of her food; don't think he didn't know.

Ji Yanwen was originally angry, but after being looked at by him, he suddenly felt a little guilty.

Ignoring the exchange between the two, Jiang Bai took a few steps toward Ming Yu and whispered in his ear, "Aren't you afraid your secret will be discovered if you bring him along?"

"So what if I found it? I still trust Yanwen's character."

Jiang Bai raised an eyebrow. These cousins ​​have such a deep relationship?

The two were standing too close, and Ji Yanwen felt a little uncomfortable. He stepped forward, forcefully grasped Jiang Bai's hand, and felt the coldness of his palm, which made his face darken.

"It's so cold, why aren't you wearing something warmer?"

Jiang Bai glanced silently at the dark sky. The sky was full of stars. It was already late spring and early summer. How cold could it be?

Her hands were cold because of her soul, and had absolutely nothing to do with the weather.

"I'm not afraid of the cold."

She didn't refuse his kindness, withdrew her hand, and responded calmly.

Ji Yanwen felt a little disappointed as his palm went empty, but he didn't say anything more about it.

"The Chen family transported a lot of grain from Jiangnan and stored it in Nan'an County. It was after receiving this news that His Highness and I came here."

Otherwise, Prince An would not have come at this critical juncture.

The army was truly short of food supplies, so they had to raise funds from various sources.

He originally intended to transfer some of the granaries in Fengchuan County to her, but Prince An discovered it, so he couldn't do anything about it for the time being.

“That’s right. You know Nan’an County better than I do. With you by our side, we’re more likely to plunder the granaries.”

Prince An squeezed forward and winked at Jiang Bai.

Jiang Bai chuckled inwardly.

He wasn't attracted by her familiarity with Nan'an County; he was clearly impressed by her abilities.

The feat of fighting against three thousand men single-handedly is not something everyone can achieve. The problem is that those three thousand men were the Xuanyi Guards, a force that could be formed by a thousand men.

"How to divide?"

Jiang Bai didn't bother with pleasantries; since he had planned to seize the grain long ago, he had no intention of being modest.

"what?"

"Since I have to participate in this grain-grabbing plan, I can't just give all the grain I plunder to you and leave me with nothing, can I?"

Mingyu's peach blossom eyes widened slightly as he asked in surprise, "Isn't it enough to just write an IOU?"

"You wish! I'm out working late at night, and all you want is an IOU?"

Mingyu also felt a little embarrassed, but he remained composed and calmly asked, "Then tell me, how should we divide it?"

"Seven three."

Ming Yu's lips twitched, and he asked, "Seven for me, three for you?"

Jiang Bai didn't say anything, but gave him a look that said, "You'll understand."

He touched his nose and said, "I provided all the information. Isn't your way of dividing things a bit unfair?"

Jiang Bai smiled, a strangely eerie smile.

Then she said, "I don't need your information to know that the Chen family has obtained a large amount of grain. I also know that they are not selling this grain to inflate prices, but to give it to the barbarians."

Mingyu was shocked, but his expression remained unchanged. He asked with surprise, "How did you know this batch of grain was meant for the barbarians?"

That's why he was so panicked.

He has men under his command, but no food.

Although the barbarians seized a lot of food after breaking through the pass, it was not enough for the entire army.

Therefore, the current situation is the default time for both sides to raise supplies.

He knew this because he was constantly keeping an eye on the movements of the barbarians and his brothers, but how did Jiang Bai know?

Jiang Bai smiled without saying a word, clearly not intending to answer his question.

"Alright, even so, it can't be 70/30, can it? Although I do need your help, without me, these grains can't be transported out."

Speaking of this, Jiang Bai couldn't help but sneer and remind him, "Don't forget what happened back then. If it weren't for me, do you think you could have smuggled it out?"

"I paid a price; to put it bluntly, I got a share of that stuff too."

She didn't necessarily want to compete with Mingyu, but it was better to make things clear beforehand.

Moreover, she still harbored resentment towards the space. Just as Mingyu said, without him, it wouldn't have been easy for her to transport this batch of grain, and it would have been virtually impossible.

But without her, Mingyu's space would still be that old, dilapidated place, barely enough to hold a few cubic meters of food, let alone so much grain.