Because he slept late, Yang Fan got up late the next day and planned to have lunch at the military camp at noon.
Of course, Yang Fan would not let the two ladies eat from the big pot. Yang Fan's personal soldiers were responsible for making the rice.
Yang Fan never did anything special in the military camp. He always set an example and ate some porridge, pickles and the like.
The pickles are mustard shreds and red oil pickled beans. They are all brought in bags.
The food and grass here are provided by the Fifth Army Governor's Mansion. From the Ming Dynasty to the present, everything is rotten. You can imagine the quality of the food.
In the words of soldiers, half of this food is sand and half is rat droppings. It is not food for people to eat.
Of course, this is an exaggeration. The actual distribution of 100 kilograms of grain can only reach half of the actual amount in the military camp. Moreover, a lot of sand and gravel are mixed in.
They are all miscellaneous grains, and they are all warehouse foundations. There are a lot of moldy and spoiled millet, millet and the like.
Huotoujun generally has to wash constantly and shake it constantly with a winnowing machine. If the sand and gravel sink, they will naturally sink to the bottom. If the grain is light, it will float to the top.
Then, the grain is thrown out, and water is added in a copper basin, and rat droppings and other debris are floated up and removed again like gold panning.
Then wash out the grain. If there is any sand and gravel that has not been washed out, it will sink to the bottom of the water again.
Then, the huge marching pot can be laid. The whole dead tree is burned under the pot. The tree as thick as a bowl is cut into two-foot-long sections for the fire.
Of course, there is no dry rice. There is only gruel, one big bowl per person. Because these people came here temporarily and did not prepare various household supplies, especially since the food and grass have not arrived yet.
This sudden attack by the emperor caught the civil servants and nobles by surprise. They were very angry. Naturally, the food and grass would not arrive immediately.
Yang Fan was so angry that he cursed in his heart, these people have brought over the food from the original Beijing camp these days to maintain their maintenance. They don't know when the new food and salary will come.
The nobles withheld the baggage from the Governor's Office of the Fifth Army and refused to release it. The civil servants withheld the salary from the Household Department and refused to release it. They were also preparing to continue the arm-wrestling with the emperor.
The military does not need to be compared to other departments. If you don't pay them, there will be big troubles. Soldiers who don't pay them will rebel.
If the army is in chaos, the emperor will panic. Then the nobles and civil officials can bargain.
In order to control the army, food was distributed once every ten days and pay was paid once a month.
Now, before the nobles, civil servants and His Majesty can decide the winner, you can tell with your buttocks that there is no more military rations and no more military pay.
If Yang Fan doesn't care and causes a mutiny, the responsibility will be Yang Fan's.
It happened that he and Zhang Shize were plotted by the emperor. The civil servants and nobles tried to find out anything about these two unlucky children, but they couldn't find anything.
This is really a pillow that someone brought to him when he felt sleepy. He delivered it to his door. Yang Fan didn't dare to rely on Chongzhen to protect him. How stupid must he be to be so naive?
So Yang Fan got up in the morning and looked around at the Huotou Army making lunch.
Yang Fan came to the big pot, took the shovel from Huotoujun, and stirred the rice porridge in the big pot.
"Whoever is in charge, come out." Yang Fan said loudly with a straight face.
"Commander, little Zhang Wuzhen, Tian is a fire-headed soldier Baihu." A fat man came out of nowhere and said with a bow and a bow.
"What the hell is this cooking? Is it for humans or pigs?" Yang Fan rarely lost his temper.
With a clang, the big shovel was thrown into the pot and a piece of rice porridge splashed up.
No wonder Yang Fan was angry. The porridge turned out to be yellow-green, not because of the addition of alkaline noodles. It was because of the moldy and spoiled grain that contaminated the color.
Looking at this big pot full of aflatoxin porridge, Yang Fan wanted to drag them all out and chop them down.
"Commander, please spare my life. Commander, please have mercy."
Seeing Yang Fan's rage, the Huotou Army was frightened and knelt down on the ground in a dark state, kowtowing as if pounding garlic.
Xiao Niangpi came to find the master to go back for dinner, and happened to see Yang Fan getting angry.
He quickly ran over, took Yang Fan's hand and said, "Master, I don't blame these fire-headed soldiers. This is how the food is delivered. And even with this kind of food, it is customary to only give half of it."
Yang Fan didn't want to offend his wife, so he calmed down and said as gently as possible: "These moldy grains cannot be eaten by humans, as they will poison people."
Xiao Niangpi persuaded: "Sir, the food in Beijing camp has been like this for hundreds of years. If you don't eat this, what will you eat? Besides, it's all ready and everyone is waiting to eat."
Yang Fan said with a straight face: "No, soldiers are also human beings, and humans cannot eat pig food. Throw out all this porridge."
When the Huotou soldiers heard that the commander was going to throw away the porridge, they became so anxious that their heads bled.
"Commander, please be merciful. You guys know how kind-hearted the commander is, but even with this kind of food, we can only eat half full. We can't throw it away."
Zhang Wuzhen cried loudly: "They are all useless. Commander, please chop off the small ones. This porridge cannot be thrown away. These 50,000 brothers are hanging on this porridge."
Yang Fan took a long breath. How could these bastards treat soldiers so cheaply?
Yang Fan's hands were shaking slightly, and Xiao Niangpi could also see that Yang Fan was very angry.
She quickly held his arm with her little hand and persuaded him: "It's getting late, and it's too late to cook again. Even if your Majesty sends out new rice grains, it will take time. Water from afar cannot quench the thirst of the nearer."
Yang Fan said: "If you eat this stuff, you will die. Maybe 50,000 people die seventeen or eight times a day. But now that I have seen it, I can't ignore it."
Xiao Niangpi asked: "Master, what do you mean?"
"Transport the dried noodles from Xinghe Supermarket to me immediately in a caravan. Let's make lunch first. Cook the noodles quickly. Then, suspend the sale of the cornmeal and corn flakes in stock in Xinghe Supermarket and transport them here first.
In terms of supply, by the way, all the fat meat stored in the ice cellar rented in the capital is also shipped."
Xiao Niangpi said: "Sir, there are many poor people in the supermarket who rely on the grain book to buy three kilograms of cornmeal for one penny. If it stops, they will have to buy high-priced cereals."
Xiao Niangpi paused and continued: "After years of drought, food prices have skyrocketed this year. Miscellaneous grains cost seven cents a pound. A common man working on a construction site only earns three cents a month. Three hundred cents.
I really can’t support my family anymore.”
Yang Fan knows all these situations, but the army must make arrangements here, otherwise there will be big trouble.
Yang Fan said: "Zunhua is very close to here. We have steamships. The lakes here in Nanyuan are connected to the Yongding River. Three days are enough to transport food and non-staple food from Zunhua. The supermarket will temporarily suspend sales for a few days to let everyone go first.
Be patient.”
Xiao Niangpi nodded. The main reason is that there is not much inventory in the supermarket, and the goods are distributed according to sales volume. If you want to supply military rations to Nanyuan's 50,000 troops, additional allocations will be required.
Soon an order came down. The commander-in-chief's military order, today the commander-in-chief will reward everyone, and today's training is exempted. Everyone returns to camp, and today's lunch will be postponed for an hour. For lunch, we will eat white noodles and stewed fat meat to make sauteed seeds.
It’s not a quantitative amount, you can serve it again after you finish it, as long as it’s enough.
As soon as the military order was passed down, the three armies immediately stirred up. The cheers were like thunder.
It had been a long time since I had eaten meat. Many people’s memories had been blurred. Many middle-aged soldiers had tears in their eyes.
Meat, there is nothing more exciting than being able to eat meat in the year of great disaster.
The camp was filled with cheers. "I am willing to die for the commander-in-chief."
Seeing that Yang Fan's expression finally softened, Zhang Wuzhen said in a low voice: "Commander, it would be a pity to throw away this rice porridge. Let's just feed it to the pigs."
Yang Fanfan waved his hand, pulled Xiao Niangpi, turned around and left.
