The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 115 The Precious Human Cub

The steward of the Marquis's mansion had only been gone from Huaiqing Prefecture for two days.

The lower-ranking soldiers of the five guard posts in the border town learned that the Ni family's trading company had been robbed on its way back with grain.

Who doesn't have parents and siblings?

For a time, the morale of the guards was low.

When this bad news reached the ears of the military families, the more than 40,000 military families in the border town could no longer sit still.

What parents care about most is the list of casualties.

Escorting caravans should have been an easy and risk-free job.

Every year there is an internal competition for the chance to go.

Upon hearing the news that more than a hundred people had been robbed and killed by refugees, the soldiers' families were filled with righteous indignation.

The thought of the stolen grain brought the soldiers' families to the brink of rage against the refugees.

But when it came to General Zhao Muyun, they had even more to say:

"We, the military families of the border towns, don't know what the generals of the other eight important towns are like. But we know in our hearts how General Zhao has tried his best to make sure we have enough to eat all these years."

"That's right, we can't really expect the General to lend us money to buy grain, can we? We have to save ourselves!"

"Yes, although the current market price of grain is not low, it has only been less than a month since the autumn harvest! Who knows how much the price will rise before the New Year and the New Year, now is the right time to stock up on grain."

“Buy! Let’s exchange all the money in our house for grain.”

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The following day, disregarding the grief of the military families, he focused on the lives of his surviving relatives.

They quickly counted the money in their house and rushed to Huaiqing Prefecture together.

In the small Huaiqing Prefecture, which only has four main streets, long queues quickly formed in front of the seven rice and grain shops and about ten general stores.

Seeing so many people carrying large sacks to queue up to buy food.

How could the people in the city not be terrified!
Crowds!
Everyone's buying them, so we need to buy some too.

Various types of wheat, millet, sorghum, and japonica rice are the most popular.

Beans such as peas, long beans, black beans, soybeans, cowpeas, adzuki beans, and goose beans can also serve as a secondary source of food.

These are all within the scope of the rush to buy.

Even the poorest families could still store up a bushel or two of grain.

In less than three days.

All the warehouses of grain stores and general stores in Huaiqing Prefecture were sold out.

Then, more rumors started circulating.

It is said that dozens of elderly farmers predict that this year will be a harsh winter!

Winters in the northwestern border region are truly cold!

Following the frenzy of panic buying of food.

Some people are stockpiling winter supplies such as salt, cotton, charcoal, and cotton cloth.

For a time, the retail industry in Huaiqing Prefecture experienced unprecedented prosperity.

Small business owners who sold off a year's worth of inventory in less than seven days are already planning to make a trip to Jinzhou Pass, 900 miles away, to buy more goods.

Meanwhile, the owners of those chain stores in various prefectures all submitted applications to the headquarters in Xijing City.

We request headquarters to quickly transfer a large quantity of goods.

However, after this request was sent back...

They waited, but no one came.

Second-class, no goods arrived.

How do they know?

Even the big boss, who is far away in Xijing City, can't leave the city!

The goods and warehouses of all the major merchants in the city have been requisitioned by the garrison.

After ten unsuccessful attempts to launch a strong attack, Po Jun has now adopted a tactic of encirclement without direct assault.

They only kept recruiting soldiers near Xijing City.
On the other hand, it benefited from the Silk Road, which had led to the Western Regions for thousands of years.

The exile caravan's journey that followed was the smoothest it had been since they were exiled.

Especially the Guanzhong Ancient Road.

Along the way, you can also see the ruins of the Han and Tang dynasties, where there was a beacon tower every five li, a mound every ten li, a post station every thirty li, and a stockade every fifty li.

Ancient stone carvings, broken stone slabs, tire tracks, old passes, and charming ancient towns.

It gave Gan Minglan the illusion that she was on a budget backpacking trip.

During the more than 50-day trip, she could clearly feel the baby growing rapidly in her belly.

I'm now in my ninth month of pregnancy.

The officials were all whispering among themselves that the pork seller was incredibly robust.

His face and limbs remained unchanged, but his stomach looked like it had been covered by a large watermelon.

He still walks with the same brisk pace.

Without looking at her belly, her agile demeanor made it impossible to associate her with pregnancy.

They could never understand the heartache of a pregnant woman.

In the later stages of pregnancy, the second baby moved unusually frequently.

The little guy is like he has ADHD.

They would practice their hands and feet in the womb from time to time.

Gan Minglan not only has to expend a lot of her supernatural powers to interact with the fetus every day, but also needs to replenish more nutrients due to the rapid growth of the fetus.

Walking more than 50 miles every day, coupled with the transfer of supernatural abilities, hunger became a constant.

During the day, she could only drink the essence of the sacred tree like water.

We can only wait until night to find an opportunity to have a meal in the space.

The space is full of silkworm pupae, horse meat, wild rabbits, wild boar meat, wild goats, and more.

She didn't have that much time to come up with new ideas.

Basically, they just put the meat into a pressure cooker, and then spread a lot of dog rice grass roots and a little salt in the pot.

Eat the meat with a steamed bun after it's cooked.

She can eat five of these simple, unadulterated meat and steamed buns in one go.

The only vegetable available is shepherd's purse.

In any case, she can only ensure that she gets enough protein, carbohydrates, and vitamins every day.

She didn't experience any of the pregnancy symptoms her college roommates had shared after getting married, such as swollen limbs, constipation, leg cramps, back pain, and fatigue.

She attributed it to the ancients' lack of affectation and her own wood-based supernatural abilities.

Overall, everything went relatively smoothly.

Only King Atu watched his master's belly bulge every day, but the fleshy bulge never came out.

I'm extremely anxious.

After Gan Minglan explained to it that the human pregnancy cycle lasts up to ten months.

King A-Tu, the male rat, has broken down:
"Squeak, it's amazing that you humans haven't gone extinct yet. It takes you ten months to give birth to a single offspring!"

You should know that it took a bunch of mountain rats from the mountain god temple.

The number has grown from thirty-six to over two hundred.

A female mouse can give birth to a litter in just over a month!
A litter of six to ten!
The female mice also said that they now live a good life with the king, with plenty of food and drink, and it wouldn't be a problem for them to have ten or eight litters a year!
Look at the rodent world! It's nothing like how time-consuming and laborious it is for humans to reproduce!

It takes so long, and they only have one baby per litter!
Hearing that King Atu was comparing his own offspring to those of a mountain rat, Gan Minglan swung her around on a swing by its tail:
"Why have so many offspring at once? Those little mice only live for a few months. This one in my belly, if nothing unexpected happens, will live for a hundred or two hundred years!"

King Atu was dizzy from being swung around, his limbs paddling in the air, but he refused to admit defeat:

"Chirp, chirp, a hundred or two hundred years is enough for my little mouse brothers to raise an army of a million!"

The debate continues regarding the quantity and quality of the next generation, involving both humans and mice.

Finally, King Atu was forced by his master's force.

We are forced to admit that human offspring born in single births are more precious.
(End of this chapter)