Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 18: Pork stewed with vermicelli, beef stewed with potatoes

Yecheng, Imperial Palace.

The fat Shi Hu threw the military newspaper in his hand on the table.

Trying hard to open your slightly swollen eyes.

His eyes swept over Shi Jian, Shi Zun, Shi Bao, Fu Hong, Yao Yi Zhong, Ming Cheng, Shi Min and other important officials in the court.

"Look everyone, the war is not going well for Li Nong."

An eunuch came forward, picked up the military newspaper, and passed it to everyone to read.

"Li Sikong has fought many battles," said Pengcheng King Shi Zun with a smile. "How could he be so unwise as to allow the Qihuo Army to burn his food supplies?"

Fu Hong echoed, "What are you talking about? There are divine birds breathing fire and burning the grain. Such an ignorant excuse can be made up. It's hilarious."

"There is also an infinite fire of karma that cannot be extinguished by water. Perhaps he has read too many Buddhist scriptures and is talking nonsense."

Everyone laughed, and there was a lot of joking in their words.

Where there are people, there will be the world of martial arts, and where there is the world of martial arts, there will be fighting.

The same is true in the court.

Shi Hu squinted his eyes and said nothing, waiting until the laughter died down.

Just now he looked at the tall and imposing Gan Sun Shimin "Ji Nu."

Shi Min stepped out and saluted, his voice booming, "Heavenly King~~~"

"Li Nong is a cautious man." Shi Hu knocked on the table. "He wouldn't talk nonsense."

"I think what's said in the military report is somewhat true."

"I order you to lead 10,000 soldiers, recruit civilians to escort food and fodder, and set out quickly to provide assistance."

"After we go there, we'll find out what's going on with the divine bird breathing fire and the infinite karmic fire."

Shi Min saluted again with a bright look in his eyes. "Grandson, obey your command!"

Shangbai, Guangzong County, Wubao.

In the open space of the fort, there was a raging fire and the aroma of meat filled the air.

All the iron pots in the entire dock, including those brought by Lin Dao, were set up and used for heating.

Many men and women were busy around the iron pot.

The women picked cabbage, peeled and cut potatoes, and washed vermicelli.

The men were busy adding firewood and water, adding oil and boiling the pot.

The few cooks in the fort were chopping meat with knives and smiling faces.

"Put cabbage, vermicelli, and pork in one pot."

"Put the potatoes and beef in the same pot. Don't make the mistake."

Between the hundreds of cauldrons, Lin Dao walked back and forth, calling out loudly, "Pork stewed with vermicelli, potatoes stewed with beef, pay attention to the heat~~~"

Although potato vermicelli and the like are rare things that no one has ever heard of.

But for the people in the dock, anything that is edible is good.

"Brother Zihou, the wine has been brought over."

Qin Lang, with a smile on his face, came over with a group of people, each of them holding two boxes of Brave the World in their arms.

When asked and surveyed before the arrival, most people in the fort said that the wine in the glass bottle tasted better.

Let’s not talk about how much subjective impression the beauty of the glass bottle occupies.

Lin Dao also readily gave up the barreled liquor and went straight to beer.

He knew that ancient warriors loved wine, and good wine was indispensable when inspiring people.

Just place your order directly with Snowflake's distributors and have large trucks deliver the goods to the warehouse one by one.

The dealer not only gave us a wholesale price, but also a discount because Lin Dao was processing export orders.

It was indeed exported, but it was exported to the world more than a thousand years ago.

Boxes of Brave the World piled up like mountains.

In addition to delicious food and fine wine, supplies were also distributed on the spot.

"Two dan of grain, one piece of cloth, and one barrel of oil for each man."

Sun Dalang and his guards shouted at the top of their lungs with tin trumpets, "Don't push, line up and receive!"

Lin Dao no longer buys grain at the farmers' market, but instead places orders from grain and oil companies.

The grain bags were changed to hold 60 jin, and two bags were exactly one dan.

The cloths are all bought in wholesale and machine-made with dense and even warp and weft threads.

In terms of quality, it has an overwhelming advantage over the homespun cloth of Yonghe Time and Space.

More importantly, the cloth he wholesaled was all dyed.

In ancient times, dyeing cloth was a technical job and cost a lot of money.

To see how attractive these cloths are, just look at the passionate gazes of the women watching around.

As for cooking oil, it is sold by grain and oil companies when wholesale grain.

The price is discounted heavily, almost to the point of being shattered, because this is an export order.

Lin Dao invested so much money that he didn't mind spending more on cooking oil.

This era lacks fat, which means there is no oil in the stomach.

The most intuitive manifestation is the intake of large amounts of carbohydrates to provide the energy needed by the body.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the ancients ate one kilogram of food in one meal.

The root cause is that there is no oil or water in the stomach, so you have to eat more to maintain the body's needs.

When there are not enough carbohydrates to eat, it means trouble is coming.

Not everyone can come to collect supplies.

Those who were happily queuing up to receive supplies were all military households and soldiers.

They were all brave warriors who were willing to leave the city and fight against the Jiehu.

Pork stewed with vermicelli, beef stewed with potatoes, and "Brave the World" are all prepared for military households and soldiers.

They received food, cloth and oil, and immediately returned home with their waiting families.

These are the settlement expenses for the military households, or the money for departure.

These days, food and cloth are money, the real hard currency.

Cooking oil is even more of a luxury.

After delivering the supplies back home, the military households returned one after another, lining up beside the big pot with their ceramic bowls to get rice and dishes.

They stuff greasy fatty pork and beef that is illegal to eat into their mouths.

Looking at the soldiers wolfing down the food, Lin Dao shook his head.

"Brother Zihou," Qin Lang said jokingly, "Are you worried about the high expenses?"

Lin Dao pursed his lips and said, "Don't underestimate my strength." "I have arranged to make it as light as possible."

"But they don't have much fat in their stomachs. I'm worried about their digestive problems."

Qin Lang's smile froze. "People who are almost starving to death just need to have something to eat. Who would care about this?"

Lin Dao's eyes sparkled. "Since they are willing to obey my call and risk their lives to leave the city and fight the Jiehu, then I must take the best care of them!"

"This is my responsibility as the caller!"

"You keep an eye on it here. I'll go back and get some stomach-strengthening and digestion-promoting tablets."

Looking at Lin Dao's departing figure, Qin Lang remained silent.

In this absurd world where human life is worthless, the actions of Brother Zihou completely overturned his cognition.

How can there be such a good person in this world~~~
Under the brilliance of his humanity, the strange fact of how such a huge amount of supplies could be moved out of that small courtyard is no longer important.

Wushuai Mansion.

Feng Dun sat at the dining table and ate in silence.

One of the staff members couldn't help but step forward and said, "General, are we just going to watch Lin Dao win over people like this?"

Lin Dao treated them to meals and drinks, and distributed grain, oil, and cloth.

This is undoubtedly an attempt to win people's hearts.

The one who eats someone else's food is the shortest one to return; the one who takes someone else's food is the shortest

If you eat or take Lin Dao's food, you have to listen to him.

The hand holding the bowl paused for a moment, and Feng Dun continued to eat.

"Commander!"

The staff was anxious: "If this continues, the Shangbaiqihuo Army will have to be named Lin!"

'boom! '

Feng Dun suddenly slammed the bowl in his hand on the table.

His eyes widened, his hair and beard stood up, like Zhang Fei glaring angrily, "What do you say we should do?"

"Go and stop him from distributing food to the soldiers, or destroy all the food and drinks!"

"If you have the guts, go ahead and smash and rob!"

The Beggars' Army was not a regular army under the imperial court. They were essentially refugees and starving people.

Those who can provide them with food and clothes will be recommended as commanders or generals.

But if they can’t produce it, what are the generals worth?
If they really went to smash and rob, Lin Dao wouldn't need to say anything, the angry military households would be able to tear down the Marshal's Mansion.

Destroying the jobs of hungry people will lead to a life-and-death struggle.

The staff were silent.

Everyone understands the truth, but there is no way to deal with it.

Unless they can come up with more and better supplies.

Here comes the key point.

Take it out! No! Take it out!
Judging from Lin Dao's way of eating and delivering food, it is possible that Shi Hu's guards would be willing to follow him!

Not to mention the hungry people in the beggar army.

The atmosphere in the room was a little dry and no one spoke.

This situation cannot be broken.

Feng Dun raised his head, his expression calm. "Has there been any news from the spy in the Lin residence?"

"Where on earth did these things of his come from? They couldn't have grown out of the house, could they?"

The origin is unknown, but it is a forest road with a large amount of supplies.

Once you enter the fortress, there will naturally be spies around you.

As long as Feng Dun is not stupid or dull, this is inevitable.

The military commander stepped out to respond.

"Commander."

"According to the detective, all the things were moved out from the main house."

"The spies sneaked in to investigate, but found no tunnel."

"But every time Lin Dao comes out, the previously empty house is inevitably filled with countless supplies."

Having said that, Jun Sima hesitated.

"The detective said this was a gift from God~~~"

The room fell silent again.

They have never read time-travel novels, so something so beyond common sense can only be attributed to theology.

Apart from this reason, it is completely impossible to explain and understand at their level of knowledge.

Feng Dun reached out and picked up the bowl, then used chopsticks to sweep the rice on the table into the bowl and ate it.

Even if there is a grain of rice stuck on the food table, we dare not waste it and have to pick it up and eat it.

No one mentioned it, so they sent soldiers to capture Lin Dao and torture him.

Firstly, there is the deterrent power of the mysterious side.

No one dared to do this before figuring out where the supplies came from, for fear of provoking unimaginable terrifying existences.

Secondly, the soldiers and civilians in the fort all benefited from his kindness.

If we disturb the forest roads, it will be equivalent to cutting off the life routes of the military and the people.

How could they let this go?

Lin Dao, who knew nothing about this, was distributing stomach-strengthening and digestion-promoting tablets.

He entertained these military men in order to get them to go out of the city and kill the Jiehu.

It would be a joke if non-combat casualties occurred because people ate too well or too much.

The days of having enough meat and rice and flour to eat as much as you want lasted for three days.

During these three days, more than ten thousand people came to eat the buffet and receive food, oil and cloth.

Each person receives 240 kilograms of rice, which, calculated at the wholesale price of two yuan per kilogram, is nearly 500 yuan.

Plus cloth and cooking oil, and three days of eating and drinking.

The travel expenses for each military household amounted to thousands of yuan.

That’s more than 10,000 people!
Such a huge sum of money had already been spent before the war even started.

No wonder some people always say that the essence of war is to burn money.

At this time, Lin Dao had already burned a lot of money.

And this is just the beginning.

(End of this chapter)