Li Tieniu hurriedly waved his hand, his face full of panic.
"Benefactor, absolutely not. That is your emergency fund, how can you take it out to let us use as capital? Smuggling salt is extremely risky, and without people you know well, you might not return. The road is rife with bandits, and soldiers are rampant.
Back in the day, the young men of our village would gather, sometimes fifty or sixty in number, and we dared to act together. At least when facing bandits, we had the strength to resist. But now, with only a dozen of us left, how can these few stand up to a gang of bandits?"
Li Tieniu sighed deeply as he spoke of this matter.
In their villages, it was the same: during farming seasons, everyone was a simple farmer, and during idle times, in order to survive, they took the risky path of salt smuggling.
It relied on strong young men, but this time the casualties were severe, and Li Family Village was severely weakened.
