Yan Xing picked up a thin pancake, placed spring onions, pickled vegetables, and duck meat dipped in sauce on it, then rolled it up and took a bite.
"As I was saying," he spoke between mouthfuls, "I have no interest in the things from your territory. You also lack any other means to pay the war reparations, so labor is likely the only valuable thing your tribe has to offer...
"If they come to work for me, they'll certainly be well-fed.
"Of course, if you have any other compensation plans, I'm willing to accept them as long as they can reimburse me."
"No, no, no, I have no other compensation plans," Duan'er hurriedly said. "Let's do as Lord Yan Xing says, and use our labor to pay for your war damages."
With such a good offer of essentially free food right in front of him, Duan'er wouldn't dare suggest any other compensation.
Even Duan'er felt he was getting a great deal.
It's just work, isn't it?
