At that thought, a strange sense of pride surged within Xiao Ruiyuan. He clenched his fists, suppressing the restless energy within, and cast his eyes down in contemplation.
It was only September now, and it was not yet clear whether the border would face a snow disaster, but the Barbarians had always coveted the prosperity of Great Chu. Every winter, a small group of them would raid villages and small towns along the border, plundering and killing before leaving.
If a snow disaster really did occur at the border this year, the chances of large-scale warfare would be extremely high. As the woman had said, it's better to believe it could happen and prepare than to be caught off guard.
"Rest assured, once I return, I will have someone keep an eye on those shops selling moldy grain. As soon as it's confirmed that the moldy rice is harmful, I won't let it continue to harm people no matter what."