Zhou Linghuai nodded. "That's one reason."
Could it be that something had happened in the North? Yu Youyao's breathing tightened, and she quickly asked, "Is there another reason?"
Zhou Linghuai did not leave her hanging. "The drought doesn't affect just the Great Zhou Dynasty. The Northern Barbarians are even more affected. They're a nomadic tribe and live as nomads. They're not good at farming and are seriously short of supplies. Previously, the leader of the Northern Barbarians, Harmon, sent me a message and was willing to exchange the horses of the grassland for food they rely on to survive."
Yu Youyao was a little surprised. "It seems that the drought on the grassland is already quite serious. Did Cousin agree?"
In the past two years, the Northern Barbarians had often invaded the border to hoard supplies for the drought. However, they had to suffer casualties every time and return empty-handed.
