In the imperial capital, in the reception hall of the imperial palace, Tong Wanshan, the elder of Xuanyuan Tianzong, was smiling and taking some time off. He was drinking water and tapping the table leisurely with his right hand.
Next to him, a young man looked a little nervous and asked in a low voice: "Elder, will they agree to our request?"
"Haha! Can't they agree to it... A severe winter that has never happened in a century, with a month of heavy snow, will affect 80% of next year's spring plowing in most areas of the Qiankun Empire! Our food is exactly what they need most!" Tong Wanshan said with great confidence
said.
"That's good!" The young man relaxed a little and sighed: "I didn't expect that they actually came up with catgut and the big drum that can inspire the soldiers' momentum, which made the Dongxuan Kingdom nervous! Otherwise, we wouldn't have to come here.
After one trip, they will exchange a large amount of supplies for food next year!"
Tong Wanshan smiled and said: "What they came up with is better. The value of catgut and drums is much better than other materials! Our army's transportation, weapons, and supplies are better than theirs. With these two things, the Qiankun Empire
There will no longer be any advantage at all from now on... More importantly, it will also pose a certain threat to the Orc Alliance!"
The young man nodded and said, "Elder, I'm afraid there may be some trouble in Pingjun City!"
"Pingjun City is the forefront of the Dongxuan Kingdom and is extremely rich in supplies. If we defend it tightly, the Seventh Army will not be able to capture it in a short time..."
As he said that, Tong Wanshan turned to look outside the hall and said with a smile: "God is helping us. Unless they fill it with people and put the entire seventh army in, there will be no food, no fuel consumption, cold and hunger. They
There is no way to capture Pingjun City!"
The young man frowned and said: "But this is an opportunity that the Qiankun Empire has not seen in many years. What if they really fight to the death to recruit people?"
"Haha!" Tong Wanshan was not worried at all and said: "This is the second purpose of our negotiation! Let them withdraw their troops..."
While the two people from Xuanyuan Tianzong were talking in low voices, the minister in charge of the negotiations was also reporting to Emperor Qiankun.
"Great Emperor! The people of Xuanyuan Tianzong want to obtain the method of making catgut and a big drum! And... let the Seventh Legion withdraw!"
After hearing this, Emperor Qiankun's face darkened and he did not express an opinion. Instead, he turned to the marshal next to him and asked: "Marshal, what do you think?"
"They are wishful thinking! Catgut and military drums are the advantages of the imperial army. Once they know about it, coupled with their already abundant supplies, we will only be oppressed in the future!"
The marshal's gray beard and hair were flying, and his eyes were round, looking furious.
An old man with a thin body and a stern face beside him said at this time: "But if we don't get this food, the empire will face a severe food shortage next year, and your army will also be affected!"
"The imperial capital area, as well as Qiyue Territory, are both grain-producing areas, and are not greatly affected by severe cold, wind and snow. Isn't it possible that we can't save other places?" The marshal frowned.
"Most of the empire is suffering from disasters. Even if the imperial capital area and Qi Yue have a bumper harvest, they can't take care of it, and even increasing taxes won't do it!"
At this time, Emperor Qiankun waved his hand to stop the two of them and asked: "Marshal, it has been more than twenty days. How is the progress of the Seventh Legion? How long does it take to capture Pingjun City?"
The marshal said solemnly: "We didn't expect that there would be so many supplies and defensive equipment in Pingjun City, so the progress was not smooth... However, Wu Tianfeng wrote a letter saying that Pingjun City has reached its limit. As long as the food is sufficient, the soldiers will not have enough physical strength.
The problem can definitely be solved!"
Emperor Qiankun narrowed his eyes and asked again: "Where is the food and how long will it take to arrive?"
"The road is blocked by heavy snow! The grain truck is moving extremely slowly. It has just arrived near Hongyuan City and it will take twenty days at the fastest to arrive..." The marshal shook his head helplessly.
"Is it so long..." The emperor frowned and pondered for a moment, then said to the minister in charge of the negotiation: "Go and argue with the people of Xuanyuan Tianzong as much as you can, as long as you can!"
"Yes!" After the minister in charge of the negotiations left, the emperor said to the marshal with a stern face: "Notify Wu Tianfeng to step up the attack and make sure to capture Pingjun City for me!"
The marshal's heart trembled, he nodded, and sighed in his heart. The emperor's order was to ignore casualties! It can be imagined how many soldiers of the Seventh Army will die under the Pingjun City...
Not long after, Tong Wanshan walked out of the imperial reception hall, turned his head and glanced at the palace behind him, and said with a smile: "Are you stalling for time with me, hum! I have also prepared a big gift for you. Soon the rescue news from Hongyuan City should be
Come on, let’s see how you delay..."
At the same time, outside Pingjun City of Dongxuan Kingdom, there were blood stains everywhere, and the world seemed to be injured, giving off a tragic smell.
In the big tent outside the city, Wu Tianfeng's eyes were red and full of unwillingness. After more than twenty days of bloody fighting, countless soldiers were killed or injured. It seemed that Pingjun City was already on the verge of collapse, but this damn weather had blocked the road to deliver food.
Blocked.
"Bang!" Wu Tianfeng couldn't help but get angry and smashed the table next to him with one punch. One of the greatest victories in the history of the empire, how could he be willing to let it slip away like this?
"Come here!" Wu Tianfeng shouted.
"Legion Commander!" A soldier ran in quickly.
"How much food is left?" Wu Tianfeng asked in a deep voice.
"Now the soldiers have two meals a day, which can last for ten days..." The soldier hesitated for a moment, and then said: "But the temperature has dropped again, and the soldiers have reacted coldly!"
"Hey!" Wu Tianfeng had calmed down after venting his anger. He couldn't help but sigh after hearing this. How could his stomach not be cold if he didn't have enough to eat? He was cold and hungry. No matter how the soldiers fought, the military drums couldn't inspire momentum.
"If it doesn't work in the last ten days, we must withdraw our troops! We can't let all the soldiers die here..." Wu Tianfeng sighed helplessly. Although this achievement was great, he couldn't do it with the lives of the soldiers.
But not long after, the marshal's letter was handed into his hands. There were only four words on the white silk: "Be sure to take it!"
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In the Bauhinia mercenary group in Hongyuan City, the young master of the Wang family found Mo Hongxian and explained his purpose with a smile.
"Miss Mo, I'm afraid the two major restaurants and the steamed bun shop are having a hard time! Especially the steamed bun shop needs a lot of white flour. With the current situation in Hongyuan City, I'm afraid it will be difficult for normal business... I don't have enough food in my hand.
I can sell it to you at a fair price. Miss Mo should know what I want!"
The young master of the Wang family smiled proudly and looked like you would definitely cooperate with me. Mo Hongxian wanted to kick him in the face.
However, Mo Hongxian was helpless that what Hun Dan said was the truth. Although there had been similar news before, under the control of Dingbei Hou, the price of food had been stable, so they did not hoard food. Who would succeed?
I thought this news would break out in an instant, and people would rush to buy up the food... Now the bun shop can only last three to five days at most.
"Boss, Brother Jiang has an urgent message!" When Mo Hongxian was depressed, her second brother hurried over and handed her a piece of white silk.
"Oh!" Mo Hongxian took it and watched it. When he saw the content, he frowned at first. After thinking about it, his eyes suddenly lit up and the corners of his mouth slowly raised.
After a moment, Mo Hongxian put away the white silk, looked up at the young master of the Wang family, and said calmly: "I'm sorry, we can't cooperate. We don't sell the secret recipe..."
"Uh!" The young master of the Wang family was stunned. He couldn't believe his ears. The bun shop was about to close, and Mo Hongxian actually refused to cooperate! Did she want to buy high-priced grain? Why not pay her to death...
In shock, the young master of the Wang family asked nonchalantly: "I won't sell it! Why?"
"Haha!" Mo Hongxian smiled and said, "I didn't make it clear! The secret recipe is not for sale. We sell it to everyone else, but we won't sell it to you! See you off!"
"Young man! I'll let you and I do this!" Mo Hongxian turned around and walked out with a comfortable smile on her face. She felt as if her whole body was being basked in the warm winter sun, not to mention how comfortable it was.
The young master of the Wang family was beaten to a complete mess and his brain was confused. He stumbled out of the Bauhinia mercenary group and couldn't even tell the direction. It took him a long time to react and couldn't help but curse: "Mo Hongxian, I @#￥
%……”
Compared with the problems in the entire empire, Qingshan Village is peaceful. Although the food is consumed quickly, there is still enough to last for a while, so there is no need to worry. Jiang Xingchen is thinking about Hongyuan City now.
He had known for a long time that the method of making steamed buns called Huayepheas would be bought, but he did not expect that it would be used at this time. The idea he gave Mo Hongxian was to ask her to give the secret recipe to the nobles in the city, asking them to give it to them.
The grain is taken out, evaluated and sold.
Commoners rush to buy food to make a living, while nobles hoard food for the purpose of raising prices and making money. If you take this secret recipe and sell it to foreign territories, you will definitely make a fortune, and the price will rise much faster than hoarding food.
Therefore, Jiang Xingchen believed that those nobles would choose the right approach.
"Hey, it's just a bit of a loss!" Jiang Xingchen shook his head and sighed. If it weren't for the heavy snow that blocked the road and the difficulty of transporting food, he wouldn't have given away the secret recipe and just asked Mo Hongxian to take it to the imperial capital and sell it!
"No! After helping me so much, I will definitely ask the Marquis to find a way to help me expand my territory later!"
Smiling and murmuring, Jiang Xingchen thought about the two major restaurants again! Although he left them the secret recipe for soup dumplings, it was still not enough for the major restaurants! On the contrary, there was no need to worry about the steamed bun shop, as they had porridge.
and salty mustard pimples are enough.
After thinking carefully for a moment, an idea suddenly flashed in Jiang Xingchen's mind. He quickly stood up, strode out of the house and went straight to Grandma Yun's house, calling Shi Wazi out.
"Sir! It's very cold today. What are we doing up on the hill? It's windy here!" Shi Wazi asked strangely.
Jiang Xingchen tightened his coat, looked at the misty mountains, and asked, "Is there a lake in the mountains?"