If not for his close friend who stayed by his side to care for him, Wei Ci felt he should have died long ago.
"Is there enough food for the people?"
"When we robbed Tsing Yi army of six carriages worth of items last, we ate sparingly, and we lived through winter without any issues."
"Where are the clothes to keep warm?" He held back his urge to cough until it was rather uncomfortable.
Zhang Ping replied, "You can be rest assured, no one will freeze to death."
To face winter, all the people brought as much clothing as they could carry.
If they killed Tsing Yi army's soldiers, they would have to uncover all their rations, pull apart and take away all their clothes.
His clothes were dirty but it was fine if it could be wrapped around his body and keep him warm.
Wei Ci slowly calmed down and he suddenly recalled something.