When nearby counties and towns heard that there was food to be sent, they all rushed to Meihua Villa to receive food.
Qin Shaobai had people bury all the wine in the cellar, and carefully calculated the number of counties and towns that might come. According to the population in each county's household register, he prepared food and packed it into small bags.
Qin Shaobai predicted that ten counties and towns would come to collect food.
So, he asked the soldiers to put the food in ten different places.
"Your Majesty, is this necessary?"
Feiyu was very puzzled.
"There is a proverb in our hometown that says eggs cannot be put in the same basket."
Feiyu shook his head.
However, after a few hours, Feiyu understood what Qin Shaobai meant.
The officers and soldiers who came to collect food have not arrived yet.
Plum Blossom Villa broke through a group of thieves.
It was noon, and the sunshine was rare.
After arriving at Meihua Villa, the soldiers of the Imperial City Division only had one meal of porridge.
Although the porridge is much thicker than on the road.
However, no matter how thick it is, it is still porridge.
Moreover, they had just eaten the porridge when they were assigned by the Sixth Prince to do this and that, distribute and deliver food, and the energy of the porridge had already been completely consumed.
Their commander Shi, who had not even had a sip of porridge, saw how out of breath they all were and gave them a half-hour lunch break.
However, the command history divided them into ten groups and slept in ten different places where food was placed.
When the thieves entered Plum Blossom Villa, they naturally went straight to the wine cellar.
Rumors spread that the sixth prince, the food ambassador, discovered a large amount of rice in the wine cellar of Meihua Villa.
They are all people with extremely good Qinggong skills.
The soldiers of the Imperial City Division who were sleeping in the yard were not awakened, and they reached the backyard very lightly and ran to the wine cellar.
They soon realized something was wrong.
Since this wine cellar is a place where food is stored, there should naturally be many people guarding it. However, there was no one outside the wine cellar.
Moreover, the door of the wine cellar was still open, as if welcoming their arrival.
A dozen men stayed there, all staring at the man in the middle.
The man looked very young, but when his sword-shaped eyebrows were slightly raised, he had an indescribable gloomy beauty.
He said nothing and waved his hands.
People on both sides ran timidly into the wine cellar.
However, there is actually no need to rush in so anxiously.
Because the wine cellar is originally a large space.
There is nothing inside, you can see it as soon as you open the door.
The young commander did not expect that there was nothing in the wine cellar.
Just when he was about to scold his mother, there was a sound of footsteps behind him.
Then he discovered that their group was surrounded by another group of people.
Qin Shaobai looked at the young commander with a smile and waved his hand.
The young commander heard his stomach growling.
The brothers from the Imperial City Division actually brought out a pot of porridge.
A pot of fragrant and rich porridge.
Not only did the young commander hear his stomach singing, but all the thieves in the wine cellar also heard their stomachs singing.
They swallowed hard, and although they understood that their master told them not to move, their legs could not help but move towards the pot.
The young commander stood in front of the brothers, drew his long sword, and pointed it at Qin Shaobai: "You are just doing things for the court, and you only get a few taels of silver. Don't risk your life."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but touch his nose, trying not to inhale the aroma.
He knew that as long as the aroma entered his nostrils, he would have no choice but to turn his attention to the hot pot of porridge.
"Young Master, how about we steal this pot of porridge first?"
There are people behind you who can't stand it any longer and gently offer advice.
The young master rolled his eyes at him: "Are we here to grab this pot of porridge? We want all the rice in Plum Blossom Villa. Otherwise, how can we be worthy of the brothers in the mountain?"
Having said that, he still couldn't help but smack his mouth.
"Young master, right?" Qin Shaobai stepped forward, took a bowl of porridge, and drank it happily.
While drinking, he deliberately made sounds of great enjoyment.
There was a stomach rumbling of Kirigula, and the dozen or so bandits rolled their Adam's apples vigorously, and some even drooled out.
"Brothers, I know that you are all very hungry now. In fact, you are also my subjects of the Song Dynasty, and you should also receive gifts from the imperial court. Please drink this porridge pot first before talking about it."
Qin Shao waved his hand, and someone took out the sea bowl, poured a dozen bowls of porridge, and placed them in front of the bandits.
The aroma of porridge was wafting in the air, and the bandits already had the intention of squatting down to get the porridge.
The young master drank lightly.
The bandits were so frightened that they stood up straight and took a few steps back.
"Hey, Feiyu, tell the brothers to give the porridge to the brothers in the mountains to drink. After drinking it to warm it up, you will be strong enough to fight later."
Feiyu looked at Qin Shaobai and said, "My lord, are you serious? This porridge is our brothers' dinner..."
"Feiyu, let me ask you, have you had breakfast?"
Feiyu nodded.
"Have you had lunch?"
Feiyu nodded again.
"That's great. You have two meals a day. Look at your belly getting bigger and bigger. Look at the brothers in the mountains..."
Before Qin Shaobai finished speaking, a bandit rushed to say, "We, we haven't tasted rice for several days."
As soon as he said this, several other bandits also let go of their stubbornness.
Some people touched their stomachs with their hands, and some even wiped their tears with their hands.
The young master let out a long sigh and waved his hand: "Eat, eat. When we are full, let's talk about grabbing food."
When the bandits heard this, they immediately put down their swords, picked up their porridge bowls, and started drinking.
A few minutes later, the porridge bowl in my hand had been licked clean.
When they wanted to reach out for another bowl, cold knives were already placed on their necks.
The young master was shocked, and just as he was about to pull out his sword, Fei Yu flew over and snatched the long sword from the young master's waist.
The young master still wanted to resist, but Qin Shaobai suddenly put his arm around his shoulders: "Young master, let's talk?"
When the bandits saw that their young master was almost being forced to move forward, they all hated themselves for eating that bowl of porridge.
But they really didn't dare to say anything under the cold steel sword, and could only watch the young master and Qin Shaobai leave quietly.
Ten minutes later, the young master came back, but his face was pale.
"Little Lord……"
Everyone kept calling.
"Brothers, the Sixth Prince just told me that now that famines are happening one after another, it is really unethical for us to rob the people of their food, so I accepted his suggestion."