As soon as Dun Zhu heard Miss Cai Wei hinting that she was talking too much and wanted to dismiss her, she was frightened. She immediately covered her mouth and shook her head in horror, her eyes wide open, and she begged for mercy with unclear murmurs.
"Don't just stand there! Go!" The tone of Cai Wei's voice dropped slightly.
"Yes, this servant is leaving right now..."
Dan Zhu and Dun Zhu immediately ran off.
Just now, Cai Wei had roughly calculated the amount of meat required to improve the meal for an army of 100,000. To put it lightly, if each soldier were to eat an ounce of meat, 100,000 soldiers would need 10,000 jin of meat. If each pig was counted as 300 jin, they would need more than 300 pigs.