Xiang Ying hurriedly followed Jie Chen to take a look.
In the dark cellar, it was filled with grain and medicinal herbs.
Aren clenched his fists, his eyes reddened, and he gritted his teeth and said, "This damned official!"
"He got sick himself, so he hoarded all the medicinal herbs of the city in his mansion, and until now, he hasn't found an effective cure for the epidemic, which shows these herbs are useless to him."
"But he'd rather keep them here and let the herbs get damp than distribute them to the sick people to try; he truly deserves to die!"
Xiang Ying thought for a moment, "Where is the City Garrison currently detained by you guys?"
"In the firewood room," Aren replied.
After pondering for only a minute, Xiang Ying quickly made arrangements.
"Aren, have those people who listen to you move to the West Garden to live, ten people per courtyard; they cannot leave the West Garden until they are cured, and promise them, we will provide the medicinal herbs and food."
