Upon hearing Zhang San's words, Dashi Bian was utterly confused, unable to understand at all.
Clearly, I had beaten Sharlobi down repeatedly, not only occupying many of Sharlobi's pastures but also gathering several tribes and subjects from his side.
How come it looks like I've profited, but Zhang San keeps thinking I've lost out?
While Dashi Bian was filled with misunderstanding, Zhang San began to explain to him.
"Last year, I heard that many mice came to your steppe, causing a shortage of grain, and even many people starved to death. So let me ask you, Brother Dashi Bian, so many people have come to your side, can you support them?"
Hearing these words, Dashi Bian's previously smug expression quickly turned as woeful as if his father had just died.
