I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 45: Savage Carrying Gold (I)

What happened that I don't know about?

Or did I misunderstand something?
Chris stared with wide eyes at those simple and savage people wearing animal skins. They were also staring at him.

“Why would they eat here when they’re hungry?”

Chris asked Mia, but the latter stood on tiptoe, put her hands behind her back, and looked into the distance with her head tilted to the side, as if to say, "I'm not looking at you, and you don't look at me."

Looking at Mia like this, Chris couldn't understand what the problem was.

"You said I can eat for free here?"

"No, I didn't say that."

Mia quickly waved her hands to deny it. She turned her head and looked around, then took two steps back, grabbed a big ear from the crowd, pulled Aisha out from behind a mercenary, and dragged her in front of Chris.

"It's him. He said I can come here to eat if I'm hungry."

Mia's words immediately made the people nearby snicker. In the eyes of others, this was a little girl who had done something wrong and was now busy blaming her fault on a pig.

However, Chris didn't think so. When he looked down at the big white pig, the latter named Aisha, was also looking up at Chris with difficulty.

During this eye contact, he could actually see a hint of embarrassment in those two little eyes.

Well, Mia really didn't lie. Although it was a little hard to understand how this pig could be so smart and how those savages could understand what it said, but things had happened. What's the point of denying it?
Mia was now looking at Chris eagerly, and although she didn't say anything, the latter understood what she meant... What should she do?
Chris thought about it, looked up at the barbarians again, and counted their approximate number.

There were only about a hundred of them, with about thirty young and middle-aged people, and the majority were elderly and children.

After figuring out the number of people, Chris waved his hand.

"Mia, tell them to wait here for a while. I'll go cook. We'll be able to eat in half an hour."

"Really?"

"real."

Chris said cheerfully.

Chris is a Chinese. Although he has been away from his hometown for a long time, he still recognizes his Chinese identity and is proud of it.

Chinese people generally have a characteristic: when they meet a beggar asking for money on the street, some will give him a little, while others will think he is a scammer and ignore him.

However, if a guy stops someone on the street and says that his money was stolen and he is very hungry, he hopes that a kind person will treat him to a meal.

Others don’t know, but if Chris encountered such a thing, as long as he was not extremely poor and didn’t even have 2,000 yuan in his pocket, he would definitely take this old man to the nearby fast food restaurant for a big meal.

The situation Chris is facing now is similar to the one described above.

Although there are not one but one hundred hungry people, the nature of the problem is the same, and the cost of treating them to a meal is not very high.

When Chris returned to the temporary kitchen, he asked people to clean ten kitchen buckets and then poured 20 kilograms of staple food mixed with grains such as broken rice, broken corn, sorghum, wheat, and oats into them.

This is the grain that Chris bought wholesale from a certain agricultural wholesale platform. He gave a discount for large quantities. He bought 10,000 kilograms at one time, and the average price per kilogram almost fell below one yuan.

If you use this kind of food to cook or boil it for Chinese people to eat in modern times, you will easily be beaten unless it is free.

If a school cafeteria uses broken rice to make porridge, it will easily be criticized by parents for being heartless.

However, when Chris cooked broken rice and miscellaneous grains for people to eat, neither the mercenaries nor the caravan guys had any objections.

They even think that the rule of eating as much as they want as long as there is no waste is very good, and it allows them to eat as much as they want.

Is there any problem with such cheap food?
Of course there are problems, the biggest problem is that it doesn't taste good. Other than that, these whole grain staple foods can fill your stomach and won't make you sick or poisoned.

Chris felt that the cost of cheap grains would not be very high even if he invited more than a hundred people to dinner and let them eat as much as they wanted. At most, they would only eat more than two hundred kilograms of grain.

As for side dishes other than the staple food?
Sorry, no. Chris's willingness to treat people to a meal has already demonstrated his kindness. He will only make sure people are full, but he will not give these barbarians a feast of fish and meat.

He just means well, but that doesn't mean Chris is being taken advantage of.

The grains were stewed to a certain degree. Chris thought about it and decided to open it. He picked up an iron spoon and scooped two spoonfuls of chicken oil from the oil barrel next to him and poured it in. He also added half a spoonful of coarse salt and stirred it evenly.

Chicken fat is not expensive and adding it can increase the satiety of food. Coarse salt is even cheaper and can supplement salt.

As for how the rice cooked in this way tastes and whether it is delicious, this is not within Chris's consideration at all.

As long as it's cheap, Chris now only needs to take care of the meals for about 200 people. After a while, who knows how many people will rely on him for food and drink. How can he do this without saving some money?

Soon, half an hour later, the ten buckets of mixed grain rice were cooked. Chris raised his hand to signal someone to carry the rice buckets out of the camp for the group of barbarians to eat.

As soon as the rice was carried out, under the watchful eyes of the mercenaries in the camp, the hundred or so barbarians rushed forward and surrounded all the rice barrels.

The barbarians did not come empty-handed. They brought bowls made of iron, wood, clay and ceramics, so there was no need for the camp to provide them with additional bowls.

In addition, although the barbarians rushed forward, they were not an undisciplined group. On the contrary, they had their own internal rules.

Chris, who was holding a large iron spoon and standing beside the bucket, could see clearly that the first barbarians who came up to get food were all young and strong men. The strong man in the lead who was wearing a wild boar tusk necklace should be their leader. He was the first to come.

The large iron basin in his hand was big enough to wash Chris's face.

Chris's big iron spoon dug three times before filling the iron basin. The strong man ran to the side and started eating.

The young and middle-aged barbarians came forward first, followed by the women, children, and finally the elderly.

Chris originally thought that there would be at least one or two buckets of leftover rice from the ten kitchen buckets made from cooking 200 kilograms of mixed grain rice. However, it turned out that he was overthinking it.

These barbarians came up to get food, and they did it again and again. They finished ten buckets of mixed grain rice in just over ten minutes. Some of them even used clean bowls to dig into the rice buckets, trying to get some rice grains on the edge of the buckets. It was obvious that they were not full.

Can Chris tolerate this?

He couldn't stand it. Chris didn't allow him to treat people to a meal, but the guests didn't eat enough!
So Chris asked someone to go back with buckets and cook five more buckets of mixed grain rice. Half an hour later, he carried them out and asked the barbarians to come forward and share the food.

This time, when the five large buckets of mixed grain rice were used up again, the barbarians were finally full and no one rummaged through the kitchen bucket anymore.

At this moment, Chris could finally breathe a sigh of relief, and the mercenaries who were watching the fun were even more amazed.

“There are so many big eaters.”

"Awesome, really awesome!"

You know, the mixed-grain rice cooked with two kilograms of broken rice and miscellaneous grains weighs more than two kilograms after absorbing enough water.

Modern people can only eat two to four taels of rice at most when they have side dishes. These more than one hundred barbarians ate three hundred kilograms of grains, which is equivalent to an average of three kilograms of oil-braised rice cooked with broken rice and grains per person. Their appetite is amazing.

Just as Chris was about to ask someone to carry the kitchen bucket back to the camp, the strongest chief among these barbarians came over, stood in front of Chris, and chattered.

Mia, who was next to Chris, was translating simultaneously.

"Trade, leather, for food."

(End of this chapter)