Chapter 155: Dismantling the Cart and Burning the Crossbows Yan Lao’er’s efforts at spreading the word were quite effective. Even the most reluctant families took out what little dried horse meat they had left, boiled a pot of hot soup, and let the saltiness of the meat dissolve into it. A sip of meat broth, a bite of steamed bun—the whole group ate heartily. A gust of wind came, sweeping away the oppressive summer heat. That cool, refreshing breeze came from the direction they were heading…