Li Yi and Liu Yan took this trip to Longyou and both got the answers they wanted. The harvest was unexpected and they left with satisfaction.

As soon as they left, Dongfeng Express delivered what Feng Yong needed most.

"Brother, what do you think of this condition?"

Xu Xun, Xu Ci's son, very diligently carried a bag of things, brought it to Feng Yong, and opened the bag.

Feng Yong pulled out his dagger, picked up a little powder with the tip of the knife, put it in his mouth, tasted it, and nodded, "Not bad, the quality is just right."

Although it has less oil than the dry food 2.0 standard version, it has enough salt.

Hu people, if you want any oil, add more salt and it will be a rare good thing.

How much salt is more valuable?

When Xu Xun heard this, he was very happy. After putting down the fried noodles, he wiped his hands on his body first, then stretched out his thumb and index finger, and asked in a low voice, "Brother, what's the number?"

"Um?"

Feng Yong looked sideways.

"Ah, no, is it this number?"

When Xu Xun saw Feng Yong's appearance, he quickly opened his remaining fingers and turned them into a slap.

"How did you learn to talk like this when you have words? Where are the underground traders?"

Feng Yong said angrily.

"My younger brother once met Wenxuan on the road. He told me that my brother got 50% of Longyou's wool from the prime minister?" When Xu Xun said 50%, he swallowed and his voice trembled, "I don't know.

Is it real?"

Looking at his nervous and hopeful expression, fearing that he would deny the statement as soon as he opened his mouth, Feng Yong smiled and said, "Relax, since the news has been spread, isn't it just for you to be prepared?"

Are there any fake ones?"

Xu Xun shook his body and almost lost his breath with a "Gah" sound.

When he reacted, he suddenly grabbed Feng Yong's hand and said excitedly, "Brother, 50%! Do you know that people in Jincheng are going crazy now! How many people are asking for help..."

"I know, I know," Feng Yong took out his hand and comforted, "Now is just the beginning, and the days to come are still long. Everyone has made great efforts for the Northern Expedition, how can the Prime Minister fail everyone?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Xu Xun nodded repeatedly, "You guys did a great job."

As he spoke, he took two steps back and forth, then kicked the dry food on the ground, his face flushed with excitement, "Since brother has already said that food is urgently needed, I will go back immediately and send another batch over as soon as possible."

"Aren't you going to take care of the line from Jincheng to Yong'an? Why did you come to Longyou this time?" Feng Yong looked at him and walked away, and quickly called him, "Get some rest first and then go back."

"The line on the east side, that is, after the sugar cane harvest comes up, it will be busier at the end of the year and the beginning of spring. Just let Xu You watch it on weekdays. Besides, what can be as important as Longyou's things now?"

However, Xu Xun couldn't sit still for a while, so he went down in a hurry and ordered the people below to prepare to set off again.

Considering that he really needed a large amount of food now, Feng Yong couldn't dampen his enthusiasm.

After Xu Xun left, Feng Yong ordered Buqu to call another person over.

"Guru Congbao has met Feng Langjun. I hope Feng Langjun will always be as strong as an eagle."

Hu Renqu's handsome man, Gru Congbao, came in and bowed respectfully.

"Guru Congbao, get up, there is no need to be so polite." Feng Yong said, motioning to Bu Qu to lift the dry food bag in front of him, "Your tribe has helped me a lot these days."

"This is the food just delivered from the south. See if it suits your taste. If not, I can help you replace it with millet."

When Gru Congbao saw the off-white flour in the opened bag, he looked up at Feng Yong with some confusion.

Although flour has become popular in Longyou, it is only eaten by wealthy families, and the common people in Guizhou have no chance to come into contact with it, let alone the barbarians who can't even keep millet.

Feng Yong raised his chin and said, "This kind of food can be eaten directly. Of course, the best way to eat it is to mix it with water and form a ball. This will make it more delicious."

In fact, it is a bit wasteful to use flour to support the barbarians, and it is just right to use millet.

It’s not that there are no millets in Shu, but in the past few years, people have grown a variety of wheat and millet. The yield of millet cannot keep up, and the taste is not as good as that of millet, so less is planted.

Feng Yong dared to instruct Li Mu to cause trouble in Nanxiang, and his biggest reliance was Yuejun.

Even in later generations, the Sunshui River Valley Plain could be regarded as the food and vegetable supply base for Jincheng.

In addition, in this era, there is not much population, so it can be developed casually.

The emerging animal husbandry industry can provide livestock power for the reclamation of the Sunshui River Valley and can also provide sufficient fertilizer.

This year is the third year of Yue's development, and everything is on track. It is foreseeable that Yue's grain output will increase year by year.

This growth period does not last for ten years, but for five or six years.

With the eight-oxen plow, even if the population is not that large, there is no need to worry about insufficient labor.

Do you understand the mechanization of feudal society?

Therefore, the more food produced, the more food could be produced, which would be enough to support Feng Yong's squandering in Longyou in the past few years.

The less rice you plant, the more you plant wheat and rice.

He kept the rice for himself, so he had to give the flour to others.

If he wanted to teach the Hu people how to make steamed buns like the Han people, Feng Yong didn't have the patience, let alone the confidence.

So let’s just make a castrated version of dry food 2.0, with less oil and more salt.

Anyway, the more salt wells there are.

Gru Congbao looked at the powder in the bag, and after hearing Feng Yong's words, he picked up the fried noodles with some hesitation, took a mouthful, and then his eyes lit up, "Salt?"

"Yes, salt. I considered your hard work, so I mixed it with salt. Even on a horse, you can grab it and eat it while running."

Feng Yong sat there calmly, showing a kind smile, "I know you are short of good salt, but this food is mixed with fine salt."

Gru Congbao knelt on the ground excitedly, "Merciful Mr. Feng, you are like the sun in the sky, always shining on us."

I'd rather not have any sunshine now, Feng Yong muttered, he has no wink, and he won't even flatter you.

The Hu people lacked everything but cattle and sheep.

There is no salt, but it is poisonous salt that is bitter and astringent. If you eat too much, you will die.

At this moment, Bu Qu took the bowl filled with water, grabbed a handful of fried noodles from the bowl, mixed it in the bowl, and after a while, kneaded it into a dough.

"Okay, get up. Try this."

Feng Yong pointed to the dough in the bowl.

This time, Gru Congbao grabbed it without hesitation and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it, swallowed half of it, and then chewed the remaining half carefully until it was all finished.

Finally, he said respectfully, "Honorable Master Feng, you have made the best food for us Qiang people."

"No, Gru Cong Bao, this is not the most delicious food," Feng Yong smiled slightly and then winked at Bu Qu.

Bu Qu took out a small piece of brown sugar, poured in water, poured in fried noodles, mixed well, and passed it over.

Gru Congbao took another bite and felt a sense of happiness overflowing from his mouth and spreading throughout his body, making him feel like he was about to ascend to heaven.

Feng Langjun's voice seemed to come from far away, "This is the most delicious food. Even in the Han Dynasty, only the top nobles can eat it."

Gru Congbao woke up with a start and lay down again tremblingly, "Thank you so much, Feng Langjun, for allowing me to taste this kind of delicacy that only God has."

"I don't have much food here that only God can provide. I see that you are loyal, so I share it with you."

Feng Yong said, with a look of great pain on his face, he took out a small piece of brown sugar and handed it over, "Here, this is what I gave to you. Thank you for helping me these days."

Gru Congbao quickly crawled over, raised his hands above his head, and took the brown sugar.

"You have to know that only the most loyal tribal nobles have the opportunity to obtain such godsends. Do you understand?"

"Young man understands."

"You go down first. I will notify you to come and collect food then."

Seeing Gru Congbao glance at the bag of dry food with some reluctance, Feng Yong said again, "This bag of food will be rewarded to you."

"Thank you, sir."

Gru Congbao picked up the dry food as if he had found a treasure, and backed away with his back bent.

Feng Yong looked at his back and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Perhaps the Emperor of Han Dynasty was truly the son of God. After Liu Yan comforted the soldiers of Longyou on behalf of the Emperor, Longyou finally received its first heavy rain after months of drought.

Although the rain came too late, Feng Yong finally breathed a sigh of relief.

These days, everyone's nerves have been tense.

This arid Longyou made Feng Yong feel like a dynamite barrel. It only needed a little spark to make a "bang"!

Fortunately, for the Longyou Qiang and Hu, or to be precise, for the Qiang and Hu from Tianshui and Nan'an counties, Feng Langjun's reputation is still strong.

Coupled with the timely delivery of food by Dongfeng Express, we can finally hold on.

However, the Qiang and Hu rebels in Hanyang County have rebelled more than once. Although they are not large-scale, they are sporadic and cause great headaches.

Not to mention Longxi County, the western half of the county has become a land for Qiang and Hu to herd horses. Many tribes have flocked to Didao just to drink a sip of Tao water.

Rebellion is necessary.
To be continued...