Zhao Hanzhang put down her chopsticks, wiped her mouth, and asked Zhao Cheng, "Uncle, was your journey smooth?"
Zhao Cheng replied frankly, "Not smooth. From Yu State to Luoyang, there were refugees everywhere. We were heading upstream, and along the way, we saw refugees robbing each other for money and food, and in some cases, digging corpses to eat them. If Zhao Ju hadn't sent five hundred men to protect us along the way, we wouldn't have made it to Xiang City and then to Luoyang smoothly."
Zhao Hanzhang sighed, "It's always been tough outside."
Zhao Cheng said, "As far as I know, this batch of refugees scattered everywhere are the people who followed Prince East Sea out of Luoyang. Since you repelled Shi Le, why didn't you properly settle them?"
Zhao Hanzhang said, "Even the most skillful housewife cannot cook without rice. I neither have that much money and food nor have enough troops. How could I keep twenty thousand people?"
