Huang An tasked Ding Zhi with the responsibility of transferring the files and evidence with the others.
Ding Zhi didn't hesitate. He waved his hand and roared at the crowd.
"Brothers, follow me!"
Then, he was the first to step out of the door.
The others in the courtyard glanced at Huang An and quickly followed suit.
Suddenly.
"Lord Ding, there are many documents and pieces of evidence, and the weather today is sweltering. It is tough for our brothers. Could you hire some ox carts in the city to carry them back?"
Huang An added.
Ding Zhi, who had just stepped out of the courtyard, paused and looked back at Huang An. After hesitating for a moment, realizing that Huang An had no intention of contributing to the cost of hiring ox wagons, he pursed his lips and said helplessly:
"Understood!"
This guy is really stingy, not even giving him money to hire a cart.
Ding Zhi, who was leading the way, closed his eyes in pain.
This time, it was going to cost them.