"Could it be that this is Luo——"

Jiang Chen suddenly covered his mouth and remained silent.

Some things are better left unsaid.

Compared with those real big shots, my own strength is too weak after all. Even the scavengers can only digest one-third of the medicine and master two trivial fates.

No matter what the intersection between them is, the less you know about the big event between "Wu Sheng Old Mother" and "The Overlord of Western Chu", the safer and longer you will live.

In the words of Chen Buxu’s philosophy of life when he was chewing melon seeds and spitting out melon seed shells all over the ground, “Eat when you should, drink when you should, ignorance is a kind of happiness!”

"Huh~"

Jiang Chen let out a sullen breath, determined to forget all the speculations he had just made, and concentrate on the matter at hand.

"We still have to increase our strength as soon as possible!"

"Becoming stronger is the way to go!"

Jiang Chen took a few deep breaths, gradually regained his usual calmness, and walked slowly back to the civilian camp.

Look up.

However, they found businessman Yin Qiu standing waiting at the entrance of the camp. Chen was not hungry, and Xiao Wu looked like he had been waiting for a long time.

When Yin Chou saw Jiang Chen returning, he immediately came up to greet him and said loudly:

"Master Jiang, I've finally waited for you."

"What's the matter?"

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but wonder, could it be that Yin Chou had completed negotiations with those local big players and was willing to cooperate with the Western Expedition Army?

As expected.

Yin Qiu pointed to the dozens of grain trucks in the Minfu camp and said respectfully:

"Master Jiang protects the country and the people, and can be said to be a great benefactor to our people in Dongli. However, I heard that your army was in a hurry and brought a limited amount of grain and grass, so I took two thousand stones of wheat from the Yin family's warehouse and with the support of many local large households.

Grain, five hundred liters of wine, two hundred bolts of cotton cloth, fifty baskets of fruits and vegetables, and twenty jars of oil are presented to you."

Jiang Chen felt happy and praised in his heart:

"This Yin Qiu is really smart, and the big local people behind him are not stupid either. The first thing they did was to solve my urgent need."

The Western Conquest Army was ordered by the emperor to divide the troops from Kyushu into six groups to conquer the thirty-six countries in the Western Regions. This was an act of opening up territory and expanding the territory for unification, rather than destroying the Western Regions.

It is enough to collect some grain and grass during the siege, but if a large amount of rations are forcibly collected in the early stages of occupation, it will inevitably lead to public resentment, endless troubles, and is not conducive to long-term rule.

And if you want to kill big families and search for food...

There were only a handful of people in the city who could understand David's Mandarin. Before "books were written in the same language and cars were on the same track", the middle class represented by Yin Chou was an essential part of maintaining the system's governance. It had the value of united front and killed people.

No.

Jiang Chen nodded secretly:

"Getting food without using a knife is a good thing after all."

One thousand Qingzhou soldiers, even if they are not in combat status, must eat no less than six kilograms of rice a day, and they must also be rationed two kilograms of meat and one kilogram of fruits and vegetables;

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Most of the 1,500 civilians were responsible for the heavy labor of building granaries, which consumed a lot of money. Their daily diet must not be less than four kilograms.

More than 2,000 people need to consume hundreds of stones every day to store food. What Chen Buxing worries about most every day is rice, meat, fruits and vegetables, and glutinous rice juice.

The rice has long been exhausted, and there is not much chestnut left, which can only be supplied to a few military officials. The civilians and ordinary soldiers can only eat a little bit of wheat rice, which is really sad...

With the amount of grain sent by Yin Qiu and the local big family, it was enough for Zhang Longxiang's Qingzhou soldiers and many civilians to hold on until the next batch of grain and grass arrived.

Jiang Chen's face showed a hint of joy, but Chen Buxing's face beside him curled his lips and said in disgust:

"Oh, it's just wheat rice. We, the common people, don't like to eat this stuff, let alone those Qingzhou soldiers who are too arrogant."

Yin Qiu bowed slightly and looked apologetic:

"I'm really sorry. The city was hit by war for the first time, and more than half of the grain stores were burned down. The ability to use the remaining grains is already the limit for the large local households."

In one word.

The landlord’s family has no surplus food!

Xiao Wu's family was poor and he said calmly:

"So what about wheat rice? I have been eating wheat rice bran since I was a child. I am satisfied if I can have a full meal."

Listening to everyone's words, Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment, and then recalled his recent life experience. He had always followed the rich farmer Chen Buxing to eat, and had chestnuts for three meals a day, so he had never noticed one thing——

In this part of the world, due to the strong fighting power of the military soldiers and the premature development of the south, high-yielding rice prevailed, and wheat was not widely promoted. Large-scale planting only occurred in the colder Western Regions and along some rivers.

Therefore, there has never been such a thing as flour!

Southern rice is commonly consumed by urban residents.

Wealthier farmers often eat corn.

Only poor farmers feed on wheat rice, which is difficult to chew and swallow, and its taste is far inferior to that of rice and chestnuts.

The poorest families even eat chaff to survive.

The corners of Jiang Chen's mouth raised slightly. He grew up eating noodles, steamed buns, and meat buns. He had already learned how to make various kinds of pasta. He laughed and said:

"Then just eat wheat. After grinding the wheat into powder with a stone mill, and cooking it a little, you can make delicious food in the world.

I promise you, after a few days, even if the chestnuts are delivered to your bowl, you will never want to take a bite."

Hear the words.

Xiao Wu and Chen Buxian both looked strange. The wheat was crushed into powder...wheat flour soup?

What kind of weird approach is this?

Even Yin Qiu couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, and reminded him kindly:

"Master Jiang, wheat is far more cold-resistant than chestnuts and is suitable for the environment of the Western Regions. Therefore, Loulan built three cities, Dongli, Guodu, and Xili, centered on the Kongque River from east to west, and planted a large number of wheat seedlings in the fields along both sides of the river.

, but we have eaten wheat rice for so many years, but we have never heard of grinding it into powder?"

Jiang Chen smiled and said:

"Uncle Chen, Xiao Wu, and shopkeeper Yin will make delicious food later, and you will be the first to taste it."

Chen Buxu pouted:

"I have no hobbies in this life, so I just want to eat and drink. I have developed a stomach that is used to eating chestnuts, rice and rice. Even if I starve to death or die of poverty, I will never eat a grain of wheat rice."

Jiang Chen didn't protest, rubbed his hands, and asked for a bag of shelled wheat grains, about two kilograms. Then he ground it with huge rocks until finely crushed, added a little salt, and one and a half liters of warm water, and skillfully

Knead into a large dough.

After letting it sit for a few minutes, knead it into fifteen small pancakes.

Jiang Chen smiled slightly, smeared some oil on fifteen small dough balls, and placed them in a large pot that was burning over low heat.

Not long after.

The dough is baked until golden brown on both sides. Although it is slightly browned on the outside, the tangy aroma immediately made everyone present swallow their saliva.

"Is this wheat rice?"

"Can I eat it?"

"Why does this wheat rice look like it's made of gold?"

Jiang Chen smiled and distributed fifteen sesame seed cakes to the three of them.

Chen Buxu curled his lips and turned his head to show that he didn't want to eat.

Xiao Wu was the first to take the sesame seed cake and took a big bite.

He was already prepared for the extremely unpleasant taste, and then said "it's okay" against his will to save some face for the "boss", but the crispy and fragrant taste in his mouth immediately gave Xiao Wu no time to speak.

, chewing the delicious sesame seed cakes with big mouthfuls.

In a short while, he had eaten three large and round sesame cakes.

When Yin Qiu saw that Xiao Wu didn't even have time to speak, and frantically put the sesame seed cakes into his mouth like a whirlpool, he was also curious, squeezed the thing in his hand, couldn't help but take a bite, and said in surprise:

"This is ten times and a hundred times better than wheat rice. It's almost catching up with southern rice!"

Its novel, fragrant and crispy texture immediately made Yin Qiu move his index fingers, and he couldn't help but persuade:

"Brother Chen, why don't you try it too?"

Seeing that both of them had finished the five pieces of "wheat rice" in their hands, Chen Buxuan blushed and secretly took a small bite of the sesame seed cake. The crunchy texture made him widen his eyes and he couldn't help but exclaimed:
Chapter completed!