Chapter 283 Changes Caused by Compressed Dry Food

From ancient times to the present, logistics has always been one of the decisive factors restricting operations.

No matter how good you can fight, the gods descend to the earth, you are invincible in the world, how far can you fight without food and clothing?

Mi Shishilang, as the son of the Mi family, has known this truth for a long time since he traveled with the old head of the family a few years ago.

Look at the first emperor, although Zhang Zhimeng was concerned with his subordinates, after the loss of Xuzhou, if it wasn't because of the money and food from the old Patriarch, how could he cheer up again so quickly?

Why do so many generals like to kill prisoners when they go deep into enemy territory? Isn't it because of the food and grass?

I can't eat enough for my own people, so why do I have to keep a group of enemies who are ready to make trouble at any time?

But now it seems a little different.

Before starting from Jincheng to Nanzhong, even a caravan of hundreds of people could buy grain along the way, but I didn't know how much grain to bring, and it was inconvenient.

What's more, in today's world, where can I buy food along the way?

Looking at the present, relying on the favor left by the old Patriarch, he obtained the identity of a "civilian group" from the court, and then used the identity of the "civilian group" to buy the latest dry military rations from the court.

With this food that has never been seen before, what food and grass do we need along the way? Each of them carried a big bag on their backs and ran straight to the south.

And there are two types of this thing, the yellow one smells delicious, there is salt in it, and it even smells like oil, it's delicious!

There is no better food for the road than this.

If it weren't for the fact that eating this would make people dead, I would be willing to eat a few more yuan. What's more, those soldiers who have eaten so many good things in the first place?

As for the white dry food, which can knock out teeth if you are stubborn, it is naturally for the prisoners of war.

That's it, it's cheap for them.

If it wasn't because there was no way to carry more food, it would be nice to let them eat some millet mixed with bran so that they would not starve to death.

"I don't know how many people are waiting for labor in Hanzhong. I heard that the labor of farming in Nanzhong can be worth hundreds of coins when they arrive there. This white dry food is only ten baht. How much can each of them eat?" ?”

"So expensive?"

The person following behind exclaimed a little, "Didn't we say that we were only seventy minutes old when we went south?"

"That was the price two months ago. We went to the south for two months and didn't know anything about it. I just inquired about it, and it was already raised. It's increased by 15 cents a month, hey!"

Mi Shishilang said with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "This trip is worth it."

When many people behind heard this, they couldn't help swallowing, and then looked at the dark prisoner in front, with a very bright light in their eyes.

"One labor is one hundred min." The person who muttered at first turned his head and looked to the south, "How many barbarians must there be over there?"

"It's a labor force that knows how to farm," Mi Shishilang corrected, "Like the raw officials in the south, it's only 60 yuan. As for the barbarians in the north who can only herd, they can only spend 50 yuan."

"That's worth it!"

"Just one labor cost so much money, and the grain price can't rise these days, how long will it take to pay back?"

"You know a balloon!"

Mi Shishilang scolded, "The land in Hanzhong is called the inheritance passed down, and it is worth any money."

"Besides, now that we have an eight-ox plow, and we turn it over with a crash, compared to before, the grain we get is as good as it was for nothing. What's the disadvantage?"

"Brother Eleven, I heard that there are Hu people in the north who know how to farm."

"So what? Most of the people on our side are Di people. Although there are some Qiang people mixed in, most of them are mainly herding. As for the further north, it is Liangzhou, where the Qiang people are very kind." land, but we can’t go there.”

It is natural that Mi Shishilang has some experience as the leader of the militia group that the Mi family went south this time.

The news of labor price increase made everyone in Mi's militia extremely happy.

Immediately call the headman to boil the water and dry it, and then put the water into the water bag. He didn't drink it himself, but led those Liao people to the river to wash their hands first, and then gave each of them a piece of white dry food.

Those prisoners who were thirsty could only drink the water in the water bag prepared for them.

"Don't tell me, although I don't understand the reason for doing this, but along the way, not many people got sick. It's really a miracle."

After the prisoners of war were arranged, some members of the militia were alert, and some began to eat.

"I don't understand either."

Mi Shishilang shook his head and sighed, "This is a capable person in the imperial court."

"I remember when I was young, I followed the old Patriarch from north to south, and then from east to west. Not to mention those who starved to death, just those who died of illness, at least three or four out of ten people, even if they all died. It's not that I haven't seen it before."

"So this time, I just thought that five or six people out of ten could go to Hanzhong, that would be thankful. I didn't expect to come back this way, and do what the court said. Although it would be a bit troublesome, it turned out to be Very few people get sick, which is really rare."

Hearing this, someone immediately gloated and said, "When I just entered the city, I heard that the Ma family didn't do that because they thought it was troublesome. come down."

"More than that, they even fell ill a few of their own people. In the end, if they hadn't met Li Langjun, the son of the governor, and the entourage with him knew the medical skills and saved them, I'm afraid they wouldn't even be able to enter this city."

"There are many plagues in the war-torn land. If people who come back from the south get sick, who knows if it is a plague? The court said that doing so can prevent the plague, so it must be reasonable. Whoever thinks it is troublesome is thinking that their own life is long. .”

Mi Shishilang snorted, "When the plague comes, who can escape? It is right not to let them enter the city. The leader of the Ma family, if he returns to Jincheng this time, he may not get good results. "

Just when they were chatting and laughing, full of excitement, thinking about how many rewards they could get this time when they went back this time, they saw a few more people walking on the road ahead.

The camp of Mi Shishilang and the others was set up on the flat ground by the side of the road. When those people walked to the edge of the camp, one of them came over, saluted and asked, "May I ask who is in charge?"

"I am, I don't know what's the matter with this brother?"

Mi Shishilang stood up, bowed back, and asked.

The person who came had a dark face and looked like a person from the south, but he spoke Chinese fluently, so he seemed to be a Han from the south.

"That's right. Our brothers came from Yongchang County and have never been here. May I ask if this is Pingyi County, which is ruled by Li Dudu?"

When Mi Shishilang heard that these people came from Yongchang County, he was immediately in awe, "Exactly. The front is Pingyi County."

There are four counties in Nanzhong, and all three counties are rebellious. Only Yongchang County is alone, not afraid of the rebels around, and sticking to the Han Festival. It is really admirable.

So when Mi Shishilang saw that these people came from the south, and they were dressed as Han people, and when he heard that they came from Nanchang County, he was half-believed.