What Lu Jingzhou didn't expect was that his seemingly joking words seemed to be taken seriously.

Li Rongrong nodded seriously, and as he stared blankly, she stuffed a black card into his hand.

"No? Junior Sister, are you serious?"

Li Rongrong nodded solemnly and pointed at the card in his hand.

This time Lu Jingzhou stopped being so careless and immediately sat up straight.

Lu Jingzhou quickly stuffed the card back, but she dodged it.

"This is 2.6 million kilograms of rice! What are you going to do with it if you buy it all?"

Compared to Lu Jingzhou's impetuousness, Li Rongrong is much more stable.

She took a sip of tea and said, "Brother, don't worry. I have my own sales channels."

"If you don't want to sell it all to me, then we can split it 50-50, how about that?"

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Lu Jingzhou believed it completely now, but he still sneaked up to her and asked cautiously, "No, Junior Sister, are you serious? Do you really have a market?"

Li Rongrong thought about it for a while, thinking of a reasonable explanation. "Well... there's a place that's really short of food recently..."

"So, Junior Sister, you want to provide disaster relief?"

Lu Jingzhou spoke to himself, and then muttered quietly: "But I haven't heard of any disasters."

Li Rongrong smiled guiltily, "Yes, it's somewhere else! So can you sell it, Senior Brother?"

Thinking that the other places she was talking about were abroad, Lu Jingzhou did not continue to ask. After all, given the situation of his junior sister's family, they had no shortage of channels.

"Sell it! But I won't split it 50-50 with Junior Sister. You get 70% and I get 30%."

"No need, brothers, aren't you guys in a hurry to pay off your loans recently? I'll pay it off in one lump sum, but if you share it with me, it will take a while for the funds to arrive."

She knew what Lu Jingzhou was thinking. He must be afraid that he would not be able to sell the products and would have to take too many risks.

Wanting to share the risk with her, he gave her two more layers of profit.

But she really did spend money to buy these supplies and then gave them to the Chinese ancestors in the border areas!

Isn’t this also disaster relief?

Finally, after Li Rongrong's persuasion, Lu Jingzhou agreed to deliver the food to her as soon as possible.

However, it is not possible to transport it directly to the scenic area.

After Li Rongrong gave Lu Jingzhou the address of the warehouse near the scenic area, he immediately went to do inventory and allocation.

Such a large amount of food is not easy to manage and allocate.

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On the other hand, Prince Fusu also faced the challenge of management and deployment.

They have already received the supplies given by the immortal, but the supplies are currently limited, so how should they be distributed?

Zhang Han reported with a worried look on his face, "General, we have already taken inventory. There are thirty packets in the box of instant noodles given by the immortal, and 1,000 boxes of instant noodles are only enough for 3,000 people to eat for one day."

"There are also 1,000 bags of rice and 1,000 bags of flour, which are only enough to feed 300,000 people for two weeks..."

The deputy general next to him also agreed: "However, if we eat one meal every two days, it will be no problem for us to eat for two or three weeks."

After all, they had been relying on the dripping rice soup every two days to survive.

On the side, Zhang Han hesitated for a long time and spoke with difficulty, "General, how should we distribute these supplies?"

Meng Tian paced back and forth in the room, unable to make a decision.

The latest news I got today is that the Huns intend to start a war soon, but the Qin soldiers have limited physical strength.

If you want to win the battle, you must first focus on the strong soldiers, but the soldiers who are too hungry to have the strength may starve to death.

Moreover, there are many old and weak workers in the city...

The candlelight on the table flickered and the shadows of people swayed.

After a while, Meng Tian sighed and gave an order helplessly, "Then... give it to the strong soldiers first."

Zhang Han gritted his teeth and accepted the task with difficulty, "Only..."

Just then, the sound of a book falling to the ground was heard, interrupting the conversation of several people.

All eyes were drawn to it for a moment.

Prince Fusu slowly picked up the scroll that had fallen to the ground and walked slowly to block the door.

"I'm sorry, General Meng, Fusu's hand slipped." Prince Fusu bowed politely and apologized in front of everyone.

Then he turned around and closed the door tightly, preventing Zhang Han from leaving.

After doing all this, he said, "It is not Fusu's place to interfere in matters concerning the military camp, but I would like to ask General Meng, are you going to abandon the soldiers of our Great Qin?"

Prince Fusu's voice was loud and clear.

But the atmosphere suddenly became strange.

For a moment, the room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Meng Tian was the first to break the silence and faced Fusu, "My Lord, war means sacrifices and choices! Even if the immortals have given us these grains, this is an army of 300,000! 300,000!"

Meng Tian strode to the table and pointed at the map. "The Xiongnu will go to war soon. Naturally, food should be given to soldiers with high military strength first. Otherwise, how can the Qin army fight without strength?"

"When they are hungry and can't even pick up weapons, how can they fight the Huns? The swords on the battlefield are blind. If you don't fight, you will die. There will only be corpses and ruins everywhere!"

At this point, everyone in the room had tears in their eyes and felt sad in their hearts.

Meng Tian clenched his hands and continued, "Is this food? This is life!"

"It's the lives of my old Qin army! It's the lives of my 300,000 people! It's the lives of the people of the Great Qin!"

The more he spoke, the more excited he became, and his eyes turned red. "Master, tell me, how can I save so many lives?"

As Meng Tian asked questions one after another, Prince Fusu's fingers turned white from the force with which he held the scroll.

He also knew that food was in short supply at the border, but how could he watch the people of the Qin Dynasty die?

"We can't let them starve to death in vain! As long as they're alive, there's hope!"

All along, the biggest problem they faced was never the Huns, but the food problem.

With 20 million people engaged in farming in the Qin Dynasty, they could only harvest 1,500 dan of grain a year normally. This amount of grain was not enough to feed everyone.

Prince Fusu said firmly: "General Meng, I will find a way to make a deal with the immortal, no matter what the immortal wants! Fusu can't bear to watch the people of Daqin die like this..."

Meng Tian put his hands behind his back and compromised, "Zhang Han, the food should be used for the weak soldiers and workers first."

Zhang Han raised his head and quickly scanned Meng Tian and Prince Fusu, then he received the order and turned to leave, "Yes!"

Prince Fusu bowed politely to Meng Tian and said, "Thank you, General Meng."

Meng Tian turned aside and raised his hand to support him, "Young Master, your condition is serious. The most urgent thing is to see what the immortal has to say."

No matter from which angle, Meng Tian could not accept Prince Fusu's salute to him.

"General, the Huns are challenging us outside the city again."

The deputy general came hurriedly, and Meng Tian could only follow him to arrange the troops.

Only Prince Fusu was left sitting at the table with a frustrated look on his face, carving memorials on bamboo slips with a carving knife.