As soon as Chen Xi turned his head, Yu Jin's voice appeared in his ear, "Strategist, using these gold cakes can kill people, you can use gold beads, gold leaves, gold cakes, gold ingots, these people can't use them."
Chen Xi was speechless; he had always carried gold beads on him, and had some copper coins, but no more than twenty of them. How could he know whether using them could kill people or not? However, considering the circumstances of the era, it wasn't impossible that using them could lead to death.
"Who among you has the highest level of skill in digging wells?" Chen Xi no longer worried about the gold and copper coins, as long as he paid the money and they were willing to work.
With a "swish," everyone dispersed, leaving only a hunchbacked old man in his forties standing in the middle, shivering as he extended a finger, nearly spitting out a mouthful of blood at the situation.