Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 8 I don't want to hear about your difficulties, I only want to hear how much you want
"The Qihuo Army and the Jiehu are sworn enemies!"

Feng Dun expressed the voice of all the beggars.

The barbarians were rampant, the north was in ruins, and bones were exposed in the wild.

The most brutal among the Hu people were the Jie Hu.

Their brutality is simply outrageous.

Most of the beggars were victims who had experienced it personally.

Not only did he send his sisters to be humiliated by the Jiehu, but he also had to do hard labor and perform forced labor for the Jiehu?
If generals like Feng Dun dare to agree to this, they will be served on the dinner table that very day!

Now that the slogans are shouted, it’s time to talk about the real difficulties.

Lin Dao didn't waste any words and asked directly, "What do you need to fight Shi Hu?"

"this."

Feng Dun paused slightly, looking at Lin Dao with some uncertainty in his eyes.

Although he is a handsome man in the city, he has never met such a generous person in his life.

Feng Dun said in a low voice, "The Jie cavalry are unrivaled in the wild. We lack horses and are afraid we are no match for them."

Lin Dao raised his eyebrows and said, "If the Marshal asks me to find a warhorse, it would be putting me in a difficult position."

In the modern world, horses are becoming more and more expensive.

And even if he could buy it, he could only bring it over as meat supply.

Qin Lang, who was sitting beside him, said hurriedly, "That's not the case."

"Brother Zihou."

"It's freezing cold today, so a wild fight in the open isn't an option. We just need to hold our forts firmly, and the Jie cavalry will be driven back empty-handed."

Feng Dun nodded. "That's right. The only thing I'm worried about is the lack of food for the city defense."

The rampant barbarians caused great damage to the productivity in the north.

In addition, this was during the Little Ice Age, and food production dropped sharply.

When defending a city, the most feared thing is the lack of food.

Without enough food, you will be killed even if someone sieges the city.

Lin Dao's face was calm and he said nothing. He nodded slightly to indicate that he heard it.

Qin Lang looked at him intently. "What I fear most is that the Jie cavalry will surround us without attacking, dragging it out until the end of spring plowing."

If you miss the spring plowing, you will have no harvest in the autumn, which will be a disaster.

"Report the number."

Lin Dao's eyes fell on Marshal Feng. "How much food do you need?"

I don't want to hear about your difficulties, I only want to hear how much you want.

Feng Dun immediately discussed in a low voice with Sima beside him.

The specific amount of food needed needs to be calculated.

Qin Lang came closer and lowered his voice, "Brother Zihou, there are tens of thousands of households and two hundred thousand people in Shangbai."

"In the worst case scenario, we'll have to wait until next autumn's harvest."

"Brother Zihou." Qin Lang took a breath. "Do you have that much food?"

Lin Dao was silent for a moment. "Beggar, how much gold do you have?"

"As long as there is enough gold, I can afford it."

In Qin Lang's opinion, this was just bragging.

It takes nearly two years to feed 200,000 troops, which requires a huge amount of food.

Apart from the imperial court, only wealthy families could afford it.

However, the barbarians have been wreaking havoc in the north for many years, and there are no noble families left in the north.

Those who could run had already fled to Jiangdong during the Yongjia Crossing.

Those who did not escape were slaughtered and their heads hung on horses, while men and women were abducted, raped, and even eaten.

He Lindao, where did all the food come from!

Feng Dun coughed lightly and said, "I'm going to Baiqi to support the army. I need a million dan of grain."

In ancient times, there was a lack of supplementary foods, and grain was the most important source of food.

A family of five needs one and a half dan of grain per month.

The Shangbaiqihuo army has more than 40,000 households, and it needs more than one million dan of grain a year.

Of course, this is calculated according to adult standards.

The food rations for the elderly, the weak, women and children were reduced by half, and supplemented with some wild vegetables, sawdust, etc., and a few hundred thousand shi a year would be enough.

If it is like this now, and we are in a semi-starved state for a long time, the demand will be even less.

And this is just food, other necessities like salt are not mentioned yet.

Feng Dun also didn't believe that Shi Hu could use his main force to besiege the Qihuo Army for a whole year.

Start with a big number and get as much as you can in the end.

Lin Dao didn't say anything. He took out his cell phone, turned on the computer, and tapped with his fingers.

In the Jin Dynasty, one stone was equivalent to about 120 catties, so one million stones was equivalent to 120 million catties, or 600,000 tons!

Lin Dao's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

Looking carefully, it turned out that a zero was extraned, and the total was 60,000 tons.

Lin Dao was obviously relieved.

The previous figure of 600,000 tons really shocked him.

An aircraft carrier is only tens of thousands of tons, and these beggars actually eat up several aircraft carriers a year~~~
It was so scary.

"Small-scale individual purchases are definitely not acceptable. We must follow the company's procedures."

"The means of transportation also need to be upgraded. It will take a long time for a small tricycle to be transported to the market."

Lin Dao talked to himself, while Wu Shuai Feng Dun and others looked at him nervously.

If this powerful grain merchant is unable to provide enough food, then the Baiqihuo Army will have to seriously consider the order of the Great Zhao King.

We can't let everyone starve to death~~~
Lin Dao raised his head and looked at the commander Feng Dun. "Besides food, what else do you need?"

"This"

Feng Dun and Sima beside him exchanged glances, unable to react for a moment.

Qin Lang on this side grinned and said, "Brother Zihou is really a joke. I am in need of everything from top to bottom of the beggar army."

Don’t you see that all the trees near the old camp of the Qihuo Army have been cut down by them?

There is endless material demand in all aspects of food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Lin Dao nodded. "I understand. Starting next month, I will increase the amount of food delivered."

"As for other supplies, I will also do my best to raise them for you."

At this point, he changed the subject and said, "But regarding the payment~~~"

Feng Dun was doubtful in his heart whether Lin Dao could get so many things, but he nodded repeatedly and said, "I'll take as many as you can get. I will definitely not let you down."

"I only want gold." "That's natural."

The Beggars' Army was not simply a group of refugees.

Among them are a large number of aristocratic families, officials, military households, etc.

In troubled times, it is difficult to take away your homes and land, but gold, silver and valuables are essential to carry with you.

The various barbarians also like gold, silver and other valuables.

After each war, the victorious side would obtain a large amount of gold, silver and other spoils.

Coming to the courtyard inside the dock, looking at the women chatting in the yard, Lin Dao wanted to find something for them to do.

Women in ancient times were actually quite busy.

During the slack season, women have to do housework, cook, weave, take care of children, etc.

Sewing, mending, washing and cleaning are all women's work.

During the busy farming season, they even had to work in the fields with the men.

When working in the fields, men are treated like animals and women are treated like men.

In this case, there really weren't many beautiful country girls in ancient times.

In the modern world, fairies in their thirties and forties who still call themselves little girls spend their days eating, drinking and having fun.

In ancient times, people of this age would either be working or taking care of their children and grandchildren, and would call themselves old women.

"Master Lang!"

A low voice called out from outside the open door.

Lin Dao, who was thinking about what kind of work to assign to the women, turned around and looked over.

Seeing Sun Dalang, dressed in rags and with a pale face, limping in with a sword in hand.

He threw the hideous head in his hand onto the ground, causing the women to exclaim in surprise.

"Fortunately, I live up to my fate!"

Lin Dao strode forward and held his shoulders.

Her eyes fell on the reddened clothes under his ribs. "Where are you hurt?"

"I shot a Hu cavalryman. When I went to cut off his head, he pretended to be dead and stabbed me in the stomach."

Sun Dalang's thin body trembled slightly
"Lord, I can't do it anymore."

"I'll leave my sister in the care of you, Master Lang."

Lin Dao immediately supported him and walked towards the main house. "Don't talk nonsense, your sister can take care of herself. You won't die with me here!"

"Golden Lotus!"

Placing Sun Dalang on the couch on the west side of the main room, Lin Dao called out, "Bring the first aid kit over here!"

During these days, Lin Dao brought some daily necessities here and placed them in this world in case of emergency.

Medical supplies are of course indispensable.

When he opened his clothes, he saw the wound under Sun Dalang's ribs.

The wound was covered with wood ash, but it looked like it had cracked many times.

"There's been a lot of blood loss, but I don't know if there's any internal damage."

He raised his hand and touched Sun Dalang's forehead. There were obvious signs of fever, and the wound might be infected.

"My dear, my sister is sensible and obedient. She will definitely serve you well."

Feeling dizzy and blackout, Sun Dalang thought he would die soon.

The only thing he was worried about was his own sister, so he tried his best to recommend her to Lin Dao.

"As long as you are given food to eat, you must serve with all your strength~~~"

As long as you give them food to eat, there will be girls willing to work like a slave.

If this kind of thing happened in the modern world, it would probably shatter the three views of the little fairies and attract condemnation from countless boxers.

But in this world, Sun Dalang used his own life to buy a glimmer of hope for his sister!
"Stop talking nonsense."

Lin Dao, who was cleaning the wound with alcohol, yelled at him to shut up, "I can save you."

Sun Dalang refused to do it and even refused Lin Dao's treatment, insisting that Lin Dao agree to it.

"Okay, okay, I agree."

Lin Dao had nothing to say and could only agree perfunctorily.

After hearing Lin Dao's promise, Sun Dalang finally relaxed and closed his eyes.

"Master." Jinlian, who was helping, couldn't help but say, "He seems to be dead."

Lin Dao's expression straightened. "I told you, he won't die as long as I'm here."

"Go out and call a few smart ones in. Learn from them and they can become doctors in the future!"

No matter what era it is, doctors are a profession with high income and social status.

Of course, if you want to learn real skills, you must go through the disgusting master-apprentice system.

It has become a routine for a chef to learn a dish or take a walk in the backyard.

Lin Dao was willing to teach them life-saving skills without reservation, which was simply the behavior of a saint.

Jinlian's little face turned red with excitement.

I hurriedly called a few good friends to come into the house to help.

When there are more women, especially after they settle down, circles will naturally form.

This is the same no matter in ancient or modern times, no matter where you are, even in this small courtyard here in Lindao.

The first step is to clean the wound.

Next is the application of medicine.

Then the wound is sutured.

Then it is bandaged.

Finally, Sun Dalang was given anti-inflammatory and antipyretic drugs.

Lin Dao himself was crossing the river by feeling the stones, doing things according to the experience he had read and understood.

As for whether Sun Dalang can survive.
In Lin Dao's opinion, although the young Sun Dalang was thin, he had strong vitality and desire to survive.

Most importantly, the wound wasn't that serious.

The last blow from the Hu cavalry before his death probably didn't involve much force.

It's just a flesh wound, even the ribs are fine.

It would be better to give him another blood transfusion or intravenous drip, but these are too advanced. Lin Dao really doesn’t know how to do them, and he doesn’t have them.

He didn't even know how to test blood type, so he could only let Sun Dalang fight it on his own.

After finishing these, he arranged for Jinlian and others to stay and take care of him.

After washing his hands, Lin Dao went to the east room and returned to the modern world.

(End of this chapter)