As they were speaking, a young servant in blue hurried over, nodding and bowing as he said, "Lords, the master has prepared a banquet; he invites you to come and dine."
Ding Zhigang's lips tightened, and he raised an eyebrow before laughing, "Little brother, the Lord County Magistrate is hosting this banquet to welcome and cleanse you from your journey. Let's go, let's head over quickly."
"Alright!"
Fang Zhixing walked quickly, taking the opportunity to ask, "Brother Ding, the County Magistrate and I are merely acquaintances; why is he treating me so generously? Is it his natural disposition or is there another reason?"
Ding Zhigang was taken aback for a moment, then laughed, "Little brother, you're not aware, a thousand troops are easy to get, but one general is hard to find. The County Magistrate is desperate for talent; he has been searching for a master archer like you for more than a year."
Fang Zhixing raised an eyebrow, "Just to establish this Archers' Camp?"
"Exactly!"