Chapter 0289 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 hard you fight, you will be invincible in the world. If you don’t have food and clothing, how far can you fight?
Mi Shiyilang, as the son of the Mi family, traveled all over the country with his old family leader in the past few years, so he has known this truth for a long time.
Look at the late emperor, although his subordinates were concerned about Zhang Zhimeng, but after the loss of Xuzhou, if it weren't for the money and food provided by the old family master, how could they have cheered 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?
If you don't even have enough to eat, why should you keep a group of enemies who are ready to cause trouble at any time?
But it seems a little different now.
In the past, when setting off from Jincheng to Nanzhong, even if there were a caravan of hundreds of people, they could buy food at the top along the way, but they didn't know how much food they would have to bring, and it was inconvenient.
What's more, in today's world, where can we buy food along the way?
Look at now, relying on the favor left by the old family master, I got a "military group" title from the imperial court, and then using my status as a "military group" I was able to buy the latest military rations from the imperial court.
With this unprecedented food, what else would we need along the way? Everyone carried a big bag on their backs and headed south.
And there are two types of this stuff, the yellow one smells delicious, has salt in it, and even smells like oil, it’s so delicious!
There is no better way to eat on the road than this.
If it weren't for the fact that eating this would make me exhausted, I would be willing to eat a few more pieces. Not to mention the soldiers who have eaten so many good things in the first place?
As for that kind of white dry food, it is so stubborn that it can knock out teeth, so it is naturally given to prisoners of war.
That's why it's relatively cheap for them.
If it weren't for the fact that they couldn't carry more food, it would be nice to let them eat some millet mixed with bran so as not to starve to death.
"I don't know how many people are waiting for labor in Hanzhong. I heard that the laborers in Nanzhong who know how to farm can be worth hundreds of dollars each. This white dry food is only ten baht a piece. How much can each of them eat?
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"So expensive?"
The people following behind exclaimed in surprise, "When we went south, didn't we say we were only seventy years old?"
"That was the price two months ago. We went south for two months and didn't know anything about it. I just asked about it and found that it had gone up early. It went up by fifteen cents a month. Hey!"
Mi Shiyilang said with a smile on his face, "This trip is worth it."
Many people at the back couldn't help but swallow their saliva when they heard this, and then looked at the dark prisoners in front, with extremely bright lights in their eyes.
"One laborer is worth a hundred cents," the person who muttered at first turned his head and looked to the south, "How many barbarians must there be over there?"
"They are laborers who know how to farm," Mi Shiyilang corrected. "For example, the laborers in the south only have sixty min. As for the barbarians in the north who only know how to herd cattle, they only have fifty min."
"That's worth it!"
"It costs so much money just for one labor. And the food supply is not rising these days. How long will it take to get back the money?"
"You know a lot about balls!"
Mi Shiyilang cursed, "The land in Hanzhong, the inheritance that can be passed down, is worth any amount of money."
"Besides, now that we have the eight-oxen plow and the plows are plowed, compared with before, the grain produced is just as good as nothing. Where is the loss?"
"Brother Eleven, I heard that some Hu people in the north are also good at farming."
"So what? Most of the people here are Di people. Although there are some Qiang people mixed in, they are mostly herders. As for further north, that is Liangzhou. The Qiang people there are quite diverse.
It’s on the ground, but we can’t go there.”
Mi Shiyilang can be the leader of the Mi family's militia going south this time, so he naturally has some knowledge.
The news of the increase in labor prices made everyone in the Mi family's vigilante group extremely happy.
Immediately, he called the cook to boil water and dry it quickly, and then put the water into the water bag. He did not drink it yet, but took the others to the river to wash their hands, and then gave them each a piece of white dry food.
The prisoners of war who were thirsty could only drink water from the water bags specially prepared for them.
"Don't mention it. Although I don't understand the reason for doing this, not many people got sick along the way. It's really strange."
After arranging the prisoners of war, some of the militiamen were on alert, and some began to eat.
"I don't understand either."
Mi Shiyilang shook his head and sighed, "There are really capable people in the court."
"I remember when I was a child, I followed my old family master from north to south, and then from east to west. Not to mention those who died of starvation, there were at least three or four people out of ten who died of illness, or even all of them died.
It’s not like I haven’t seen it before.”
"So this time, I just thought that if five or six of the ten people left arrived in Hanzhong, thank God. I didn't expect that it would be a bit troublesome to come back all the way and do what the court said, but it turned out to be
Not many people got sick, which is really rare."
After 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. Many of the captives got sick. After returning to Pingyi County, there were not many left.
Come down."
"Not only that, they even got a few of their own people sick. In the end, if they hadn't met Li Langjun, the governor's son, and the followers who knew medical skills, they would have been unable to enter the city."
"There are many plagues in war-torn lands. If people who come back from the south get sick, who knows if it is a plague? The court said that doing this can prevent the plague, so it must be reasonable. Anyone who finds it troublesome is someone who thinks they will live longer.
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Mi Shiyilang snorted, "When the plague comes, who can escape? It is right not to let them enter the city. The leader of the Ma family is afraid that he will not be able to get good fruits when he returns to Jincheng this time.
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Just when they were chatting and joking, full of excitement and thinking about how much reward they would get if they went back this time, they saw a few more people walking on the road ahead.
Mi Shiyilang's camp was set up on the flat ground by the roadside. When those few people walked to the camp, one of them came over, saluted and asked, "Who is in charge?"
"I just don't know what's wrong with this brother?"
Mi Shiyilang stood up, returned the salute, and asked.
The person who came had a dark face and looked like he was from the south. However, he spoke Chinese fluently, so he seemed to be a Han from the south.
"That's right. We brothers came from Yongchang County and have never been here. Is this Pingyi County, which is governed by Governor Li?"
When Mi Shiyilang heard that these people were coming from Yongchang County, he immediately stood in awe, "That's right. The front is Pingyi County."
There are four counties in Nanzhong, and all three are rebelling. Only Yongchang County is standing alone, not afraid of the rebels around, and insisting on the Han Festival. It is really respectable and admirable.
So when Mi Shiyilang saw that these people came from the south and were dressed as Han people, and when he heard that they came from Nanchang County, he was convinced.