"Xuancang, this batch of grain is crucial for the stability of the commandery city. You must proceed with caution."

Zhou Xingzhan solemnly instructed Li Xuancang. If this grain couldn't be transported into the city, unrest would surely follow.

Food is the lifeblood of the people. Without it, the populace would go completely mad, and the commandery city would face internal and external threats, teetering on the brink of disaster.

"Rest assured, Commandant. I will ensure the grain is brought back to the commandery city."