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Chapter 213 Preparations before the war

Within a few days, three princes, dozens of generals, and hundreds of lieutenants came, which really surprised Zhu Yixi:

Zhang Xianzhong is really fooling around and is too rough.

Look at Li Zicheng, whether he was a prince or a county king, he was all made a general and brought to Xi'an.

However, the king of the county is different from the ordinary clan.

According to the unspoken rules of the Ming Dynasty, the prince represented a vassal state. When the prince was deposed, the entire vassal state clan was also deprived of its title.

Similarly, the prince of a county is also a small vassal state and his status is respected.

No matter how many generals or lieutenants there are, a county prince cannot be equal to him. Likewise, no matter how many princes there are, they cannot be equal to a prince.

Therefore, Zhu Yixi treated several county princes with great courtesy, so naturally it was not just a matter of dividing some land.

So, King Qin, King Rui, and Queen Yongshou added a few mascots and kept them.

Other clan members, generals, lieutenants, etc. were arranged to go to Wuchang Mansion to cultivate the land.

The wasteland has been arranged, and the numerous clans have also been resolved, killing two birds with one stone.

Thinking of this, Zhu Yixi thought proudly:

"Not only has the clan problem been solved, but also it can gain a good reputation. It will definitely go smoothly in the future when it is promoted to the world."

However, Huguang, Henan, and Shaanxi, which had the most vassal kings, were almost all defeated. To solve problems, we still had to rely on the peasant army!

Zhu Yixi cordially received the clan members and expressed his late consolation.

More than a year of wandering and hardship have made these clan members wiser and less arrogant.

Come to think of it, a person who puts on airs will not survive now.

If it can be solved with money, it is not a problem.

After some operations, Zhu Yixi's Prince Yu was recognized by the clans in the Huguang area, and they all went to Nanjing to express their merits.

Emperor Hongguang and the cabinet also deeply realized that King Yu was competing for the right to speak in the clan.

Impacted the legal system of the Nanjing court.

They have their own counterattack.

King Yu didn't care so much and moved his steps to the food and salary camp outside Xiangyang City.

In other words, it is the Food and Pay Section under the General Staff Department, the military supply camp they set up.

The tall and thin Zhu Mou laughed and led the way.

The King of Yu was sandwiched in the middle, with Zhu Meng, Chen Dong, Liu Tingjie, Li Jingwu and other generals on both sides.

"Your Highness, when I was in Hanzhong, I followed your instructions to mix soybean oil with the food. The soldiers had strong physical strength, but they consumed less rice."

Zhu Meng heard this and cooperated: "Yes, if you eat too much oil, not only will the soldiers be full, but they will also have less rice."

"If you have oil and water in your stomach, you won't be able to eat too much rice."

Zhu Yixi smiled faintly and said: "The free shipping capacity is more than enough to load soybean oil, and in wartime, this oil can be a murderous weapon."

"Your Highness is wise!" "Your Highness is so powerful!"

For a time, flattery and flattery were everywhere, which was really intoxicating.

Zhu Yixi also enjoys this. In the predicament of the ancient grain road, few people would have thought of using oil to reduce grain.

"So, in order to live up to His Highness's good intentions, I asked Mr. Wang to get a water cone and use it to extract oil. I can get thousands of kilograms of soybean oil every day."

Bang bang bang bang——

Reverberating through the sky.

As he spoke, Zhu Mou led everyone to the waterside. A large number of wooden hammers kept rising and falling, and yellow and black soybean oil kept emerging. The scene was too shocking.

"Bean dregs can be used as horse feed. War horses also like to eat it. It can save a lot of fodder money."

Zhu Mou said with a smile.

"More than just war horses!"

His Highness Prince Yu looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but sigh: "In critical moments, people can also eat."

The faces of the generals immediately straightened up. This was spare food and fodder, so we had to take it seriously.

Next, Zhu Mou took everyone to the military grain farm.

Thousands of prisoners, in teams of two or three, gathered around the iron pot, with one person holding a shovel constantly stirring something, and the other two constantly adding something.

"This is fried rice noodles."

Zhu Mou led everyone to the front and said to the iron pot: "Add bean dregs, rice flour, salt, some oil, and minced meat, and then stir-fry continuously until it becomes fried rice noodles."

"Put a handful of this fried rice noodles into the pot, then add water, and it will bubble up."

After saying that, Zhu Mou asked someone to bring a bowl, grabbed a handful of fried noodles, poured hot water into it, stirred for a while, and a bowl of paste appeared.

There is minced meat, salt, oil, rice, and bean dregs. It can be said to be extremely rich.

"This is much better than our Guokui."

Liu Tingjie took a bite and sighed:

"When we were in the border town, the pot helmets were very hard and had no taste. They tasted like birds in the mouth. The soldiers had to mix them with horse urine, which gave them a bit of a salty taste."

Zhu Meng sighed: "This is much more economical than transporting grain. It is simple and convenient. You don't need any vegetables. Just boil some water and add some oil. It will be delicious."

King Yu smiled knowingly, I came up with this, drawing on the fried rice noodles and Mongolian ideas from the founding period of the People's Republic of China.

"Tatars on the grassland like to grind meat into powder when they are marching and fighting. When they eat, they soak it in water and it is full."

Zhu Yixi pinched the dry fried noodles and said casually: "This fried noodles is not only added with meat powder, but also bean dregs, and sometimes crushed tea leaves. There is no shortage of salt. It tastes good to the soldiers."

"There is no shortage of salt."

Zhu Mou said hurriedly: "In one pound of fried rice noodles, there are five taels of rice flour, two taels of salt, two taels of bean dregs, and one tael of meat. It costs a lot of money!"

"For this one stone, even if the manpower is not valuable, it still costs two dollars."

The meat was not valuable, it was all fish, minced into puree, and the most expensive thing was salt.

"It's well worth it."

Liu Tingjie quickly became serious, fearing that King Yu would be reluctant to part with the money:

"Your Highness, the biggest shortage during the war is the lack of food. With fried noodles like this, the soldiers will not be hungry."

"I knew it then."

Zhu Yixi waved her hand to signal them not to get excited, and said with a chuckle: "I brought you here to have a look today just to let you relax. The emperor is willing to starve his soldiers to death, how can I do this?"

"In addition to these, there are still 20,000 to 30,000 people who are working day and night. In half a month, they can make 100,000 shi."

"Is there any reason to go north to Henan this time?"

Zhu Mou on the side couldn't help but add: "His Royal Highness is also afraid that the soldiers will be too light-mouthed, so he has also purchased a lot of pickles (pickles) and will be sent to the front line."

"There are also bacon, smoked fish, and salted fish, which are also constantly being sent to Nanyang."

Looking at the shocked faces of the generals, Zhu Yixi said softly: "The troops and horses have not moved yet, food and grass must go first!"

At this time, the generals were completely shocked: How much does this cost?

In addition to food and grass, Zhu Yixi also supervised the craftsman camp and produced 30,000 pairs of simple armors in the past few months.

That is, the mold is filled with iron, which is similar to a simple armor like a T-shirt, commonly known as the iron lump like clothes - turtle shell.

Don't think it's ugly, but it's convenient.

You can put it on and wear it, and it also has certain protective capabilities.


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