Chapter 721 Mu Yihan's Strange Tactics

Just when he could no longer bear it and was about to explode,

there was a "cough" outside the door. It was Gu Pingzhi who came back.

He pushed the door open and glanced at the nest of hair on the ground. He immediately understood.

He did not blame Murong Qing, but instead looked at the cook coldly, "Why don't you take these out and exchange them for some delicious food? If there is no rice, make a steamed cake with cornmeal and a dish of cold dishes. Don't let me think you are useless!" The cook

clenched his fists tightly in his sleeves.

But in the end, due to Gu Pingzhi's majesty, he still lowered his head and said timidly, "Yes, master."

Ever since the shortage of food and grass, Murong Qing always picked on the food and scolded the cooks. Gu Pingzhi saw it all, but never stopped him.

And this time.

He did the same.

It's not that he loves Murong Qing that much, but he just doesn't treat the minions under him as individuals.

Just as the cook turned around with his head in his hand in disappointment, a sharp and coquettish voice sounded behind him.

"Granduncle, I've been eating those cold wild vegetables all day long, and I'm almost like a rabbit. Don't you care about me anymore? It's time to change to fish and meat."

"Qing'er, be obedient. It's more appetizing to eat some vegetarian food when it's hot!"

Gu Pingzhi's tone was cold and hard, with a bit of helplessness to save face.

The cook raised his scarred hand, feeling the cool autumn air, and laughed sarcastically.

It's not hot today. If it gets colder, I'm afraid it will be winter.

It seems that the head of the family knows that the dilemma is unspeakable, but he has been fooling the little girl.

Murong Qing is stupid. Seeing that the dead end is coming, she is still dreaming of becoming an empress.

But the soldiers below are not easy to fool.

Everyone knows that the only end waiting for them is to die in a foreign land.

At present, Gu's army has been out of food for five or six days.

The few remaining bags of cornmeal could only be used by Gu Pingzhi, Murong Qing, and the soldiers of the Gu family.

The ordinary private soldiers were so hungry that they could only desperately dig wild vegetables around to fill their stomachs.

But they could only survive for a few more days like this, and they could only survive from day to day.

Soon, it was noon.

Another seven or eight brothers who were infected with plague were ordered by Gu Ping to be carried out of the village and buried in a pit immediately.

Everyone endured their hunger, supported each other, and came to the pit to send these brothers off for the last time.

At the bottom of the pit full of gravel, the seven or eight people had pale faces and tried to climb up in despair, their hands were rubbed bleeding.

However, soon...

The soldiers of the Gu family snorted coldly, raised the shovels, and threw the sand that strangled their fate on them.

Hearing their sobs, the private soldiers couldn't help but clench their fists, but they could do nothing.

They could only sigh for their companions.

"These damn people, burying people alive before they die? They really don't take our lives seriously!" A strong man said angrily.

"Okay, it's late, let's continue to go up the mountain to dig wild vegetables, I haven't eaten for a day and a half..." Another middle-aged man wiped his tears and waved his hands weakly.

But now, looking around, the nearby land is almost dug up. In two days, I'm afraid there will be no wild vegetables to eat.

This kind of torment with no end in sight is really despairing.

Everyone feels even more sad.

They looked up at the sky, their pale faces showing unrealistic wishes.

God,

if they could have a few bites of meat and a few sips of good wine, they wouldn't be starving.

"Cuckoo-cuckoo-cuckoo--"

However, at this moment, suddenly a few chicken calls came from the front.

Then, there was the sound of chicken claws scratching the ground.

Everyone was startled at first.

Then they looked in the direction of the sound.

After a while, they saw five or six big and fat wild roosters actually walking towards this side.

"That...what is that...it's a chicken!"

"Oh my God, did you really hear my prayers? I am not dreaming!"

"I saw this chicken first. No one can snatch it from me. Get out of my way!"

After the shock, everyone rushed towards the pheasants like crazy, and trampled many people.

The soldiers of the Gu family, who were close by, also discovered it at this time.

Their throats moved, and their eyes showed desire, but they did not move to snatch it, but just walked over quickly.

After the private soldiers caught those pheasants, they were almost crazy with joy.

Some of them had their eyes shining, staring at the chicken neck, and they really wanted to rush up to take a bite and drink a mouthful of blood first.

However, just as the chicken feathers were flying everywhere, they were still excitedly talking about how to divide the food.

Suddenly, several long swords fell and stabbed in front of them!

The children of the Gu family came over, staring, and shouted from a high position, "You ignorant people, why are you trying to divide it? Is it your turn to eat this wild animal?"

"Go, make a big pot of chicken soup, stew the rest until it is soft, and send it to the head of the family and Miss Qing first. Whoever dares to eat it secretly, I will cut off his tongue!"

After the children of the Gu family threatened, they licked their lips one by one, and walked away in a show of force.

They didn't take other people seriously at all.

There was a whole pot of chicken soup, and the head of the family and Murong Qing saw that they couldn't finish it, so of course the children of the Gu family would take the rest.

At this time, the private soldiers woke up from their sweet dreams, staring at the pheasant, their fists almost breaking.

Why?

They saw the thing first, and they caught it, and they are still hungry!

The head of the family is fine, but why should Murong Qing and those running dogs surnamed Gu sit back and enjoy the fruits of their labor? Do

they really think they are made of mud?

"Bah, just because I was born into a good family and have some blood relationship with the head of the family, you are so rude to me . If I get infected with blood plague one day, I will take the two Gu people away to cushion my back!"

"These Gu family members had better keep their eyes open when they sleep at night. I can't stand them anymore."

The crowd cursed and carried the pheasants, staggering towards the kitchen.

At this time, not far away, Yang Er looked at them with a cat's waist, patted the chicken feathers on his hands, turned around and grinned at Jiang Fengze.

"It's done, Uncle, all the chickens taken from the farm have been taken back by them, and they must have seen the note on them."

Jiang Fengze thought, "Well, I hope this plan can work, and it won't be in vain. Cuicui usually feeds them twice a day."

This so-called "food" from the sky is certainly not a favor from God.

It is all the work of Jiang Fengze according to Mu Yihan's order.

At this moment, several large basins of hot water have been boiled, and several cooks are preparing to pluck the chickens with resentment.

But suddenly, someone rubbed his eyes, stared at the chicken feet for a while, and waved to everyone.

"Hey, come quickly, there seems to be something tied to the chicken's claw."

Everyone came closer and saw a tightly sealed paper roll tied to a chicken's foot.

It was also sealed with a red rope!

They were a little confused.

But no one said anything. They guessed that there must be a deep meaning in it, so they quickly unfolded the paper roll.

Soon, a young man who could read wiped his hands, took it and looked at it carefully, and the next moment his face was shocked!