Zhu Chuan watched, unable to resist reminding, "Governor Zhao, there's a saying that with a gift of a liter of rice comes gratitude, but with a gift of a bushel comes resentment; please be cautious."
Zhao Hanzhang smiled lightly, "It's just a meal of meat, merely to help them through the cold night."
Zhu Chuan noticed her officers had no objections and couldn't help but sigh inwardly, thinking that this person would surely achieve great success in the future; even as a woman, she could become a dominant figure.
This was the first time the refugees had received such a friendly reception from officials since their flight.
Moreover, they had previously been in a relationship of bandits and soldiers, if you want to frame it that way.
At the moment, they gathered around the campfire, quietly observing Zhao Hanzhang from afar.
The new governor is so kind; is it because she's a woman?
