Feng Wuyao is not a person who likes to meddle in other people's business.

But after she heard about Hongyang Pass, she could not remain indifferent.

At the same time, I felt particularly despised by the seventh prince who loves to make trouble.

Who is it!

After leaving by himself, don’t think about letting the soldiers live a good life?

Feng Wuyao discussed with Qin Zi and sent a letter to Feng Zhihan.

The above is very clear, and they heard that there is a shortage of food in Hongyang Pass. They are willing to provide them with some fine rice, white flour and dried vegetables. Although the amount is not large, they can at least satisfy their cravings.

This letter has passed the Ming Road. At least, Song Tian, ​​the military supervisor of Jiayang Pass, knew it.

Feng Zhihan didn't hide it from the brothers in Hongyang Pass, and just told everyone.

Because the imperial court wanted to fight Mingguan, there was a shortage of food. Now, in addition to the local governments willing to give up some of the food to them, the fourth prince of Yuzhou City was willing to help them.

"You all see clearly. What they are willing to give us is white flour rice and dried vegetables. Our brothers must be grateful for this kindness of the Fourth Prince! At this time, they are willing to send food again, and brothers are just like this!"

After a while, the dozen people present were all bowed their heads, just like they had no face to see anyone.

I have said a lot of bad things about the Fourth Prince earlier.

What about now?

People are still thinking about them.

Although Feng Wuyao has plundered a lot of food and money, it is not enough to see these foods in front of hundreds of thousands of troops.

Ten kilograms of rice are enough for how many people to eat?

You should know that the people in the military camp are all men, and they can eat and drink.

After Feng Wuyao and Qin Zicheng discussed, they decided not to give too much land.

Too eye-catching.

In addition to rice and flour, Feng Wuyao also sent some sorghum rice, which is a good thing. It is also good to make porridge or steam sorghum rice.

More things were dried vegetables, and even people sent twenty sheep directly.

After all, it can be considered as letting the soldiers see some dirty things.

It is impossible to compare with Jiayang.

But it's much better than the days when I wasn't full before.

At this point, Feng Zhihan was eager to realize that he needed a reliable foreign aid.

But Fancheng is not as good as Yuzhou. In terms of government orders, Feng Zhihan cannot get involved.

Therefore, I can only find ways to find some villages far away from the county town and find them to serve some eggs or meat.

Of course, this requires a lot of money.

So, Feng Zhihan put his ideas on some wealthy people in Fancheng.

He didn't rob it clearly, he just hints.

Therefore, those who are tactful will take the initiative to pay some money to him every year, and some local officials are naturally very eye-catching.

It was not a big sum of money. Moreover, Feng Zhihan was very smart. He asked someone to record everyone who gave him filial piety. In the name of their support for the border guard camp, they all became great charitable people in Mingxia.

This method is actually a bit shameless.

But it works.

As time goes by, Feng Zhihan is thinking about the best and expresses his feelings to these Confucian businessmen who are willing to pay for money and grain.

Although they cannot be allowed to be officials, at least they can earn a good reputation and the business will be more smooth in the future.

The prefect of Fancheng is a talented person.
Chapter completed!