When Xu Shiyang escorted the large convoy to Juzhou City, it was already dark.

Standing at the ruins of a city wall, you can clearly see the northwest corner occupied by the Fan family, with bright lights. Some fortresses holding weapons such as pitchforks, wooden guns, sickles, etc. were crowded on the wall of the fortress, watching the movements of the Xu family army nervously.

Obviously, the whole place has also mobilized the wall of Shangdo Fort.

Logically speaking, as two local tyrants who were also harassed by Fu Laishan, the Fan family should at least be happy with the Xu family's military operations even if they don't eat a pot of slurry.

But they showed great vigilance towards the Xu family.

This is the world. Unless the relationship between the two parties is very close (such as having in-laws), the strong docking fort is not much more friendly to the weak docking fort.

If there is a chance, Xu Shiyang's father and uncle wouldn't mind taking the Fan family to replenish their supplies and population before conquering Fulaishan.

Xu Shiyang shook his head. The more guarded the Han local forces, the more unfavorable his future plans will be. If he is not good at it, in the future, before he has the strength to expel the Tartars, he will have to launch a series of unified wars against local armed Han nationality.

That would be the war he least wanted to fight but had to fight.

...

I don’t know if it was because the Fan family had a tight defense or the men didn’t want to have another problem before the war. Anyway, although the atmosphere between the two sides was tense that night, there was no real conflict.

After dawn, the Fan family also realized that the Xu family army had no intention of causing trouble for them, so they were obviously relaxed a little.

Early in the morning, an elder from the Fan family led a few servants and led two mule carts to the Xu family army and brought the "dealer" supplies - sorghum cakes, wild vegetable soup with salt, and some chicken, duck and poultry and eggs (the last two were specially prepared for the owners of the Xu family fortress).

Although there is no wine and meat, I can eat it early in the morning until it has just been steamed, and it also has a warm smell of sorghum cakes and wild vegetable soup. It is quite good for the past year-round residents who are in a semi-hungry state.

Xu Shiyang got a roast chicken and two cooked duck eggs by himself. He weighed the chicken roughly with his hands. It might be only a little over two pounds. It smelled quite fragrant, but unfortunately he was too thin.

This is how people are. In the last life, Xu Shiyang extremely disliked those broiler chickens that were fattened with feed. He even felt that eating that kind of chicken tasted similar to eating paper directly.

But after staying in this era for a long time, he began to miss the fat broiler chickens again - at least they are full of weight and can be chewed openly!

"Old Li!"

Xu Shiyang called Li Carpenter in charge of the baggage team and handed him the roast chicken:

"Tell someone to chop it up and add it to everyone's soup."

"Oh, okay..., hey?" Carpenter Li almost didn't react: "Young master, don't you eat meat?"

"Why don't you eat it? I'll give me a bowl of vegetable soup, there's meat in it?" Xu Shiyang said openly: "By the way, send these two duck eggs to the medical team, tell them to think of a solution, and everyone should have a little."

Put your heart in mind. Since you can’t share the same joys now, you must at least share the same sorrows.

Gongsun Sheng, Li Carpenter and other managers in the fort had some extra meals, but they were almost as good as a bowl of steamed cakes with a piece of fat.

After Carpenter Li secretly told the captains about Xu Shiyang's request, they got together to discuss with each other for a while, thinking that Xu Shiyang's actions were of profound meaning and worthy of imitation.

Besides, if their subordinates eat better than Xu Shiyang, they will seem a bit beyond their reach. This is not the truth of being a minister.

So everyone contributed the exquisite breakfast and shared it with the soldiers.

...

A soldier from Shiwutun stared at the wooden bowl in his hand widened his eyes, wondering if he hadn't had a good sleep yesterday, so he couldn't even see what the food was in the early morning.

He rubbed his eyes hard with one of his free arm, and then rubbed them...

Well, it seems that I read that right, there are indeed a lot of oil stars floating in the bowl.

"Wow..., I have meat to eat today!"

Another militia beside him couldn't help but exclaim loudly. The man had just taken a sip of the soup and was chewing a piece of chicken in his mouth.

"Well..., delicious! Well..., it's so delicious!"

"There are pancakes, go and get them!" Another familiar militia said anxiously: "If you go late, there will be nothing!"

"Each person has one pancake, how come there is no?"

"Hey, you don't know. The young master has distributed all his meat and steamed cakes to us. Each of them has only a small piece, and it will be gone after they are divided!"

"ah?"

Hearing this, the militia hurried to the baggage team soldiers who were splitting the cakes. They were about to squeeze forward, but were driven out by several half-aged children waving wooden sticks.

"Line line!" A personal soldier shouted: "Young master has an order, but those who don't queue will have no cakes to eat!"

A few dizzy guys looked around and found that the militia in our village were under the supervision of their personal soldiers, and were waiting in line to share their food. Theirs went to get the soup first, which seemed particularly eye-catching.

The militia in line in our village were tilting their heads to look at them, with their expressions as if they were looking at a group of rude and rude hats.

Although they were so loud that they wanted to get the steamed cake first (only a small amount, but this is a real essence after all, and naturally everyone would like to have it), they could barely line up after being beaten by Xu Shiyang's personal soldiers, but this did not prevent them from despising their later partners.

"Hurry, hurry up." A clever militia urged his companion in front of him: "Hurry up and take the pancakes to divide the soup. There is meat in the soup today!"

“Wow~~~!”

It was amazing news. The militia who came to get the cake first was surprised. The crowd in line was in agitation. Everyone wanted to get the cake quickly and have a drink of broth. A group of personal soldiers rushed up and tried their best to maintain discipline...

It was finally difficult to distribute the food this morning. The militiamen were holding rare and exquisite food, chatting and laughing, sitting with familiar neighbors, preparing for a meal.

"Everyone wait!"

Xu Er stood on a high place and shouted to the militias in Shiwutun:

"Today, Renren has meat in the soup and white flour pancakes in his hands. Is it delicious?"

"It's delicious!" The militia from 20015th Village answered in unison.

"Don't just be careful, but you must know that the meat and steamed white flour cakes you eat today are all distributed to you by our Fortress Lord! He ate the same food as you all!"

The scene was quieter.

Someone looked at the food in his hand and thought.

The location closer to Xu Shiyang looked at the young castle lord and watched him eat sorghum cakes with the same wild vegetable soup as them.
Chapter completed!