Several days passed in a flash.

Jiang Ling's injuries were almost healed, and she was able to get out of bed and walk around, but she couldn't move too much to prevent the wound from bursting.

When the guard saw him come out, he bowed his head and said respectfully, "Major General, it's so windy outside, why are you out?"

"Nothing, it's too stuffy in the tent, I came out for a walk."

"By the way, where did Doctor Mo go?"

"...It seems he went hunting in the woods. He said he wanted to catch pheasants to nourish you. Major General, why don't you wait a little longer? He should be back soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a cheerful voice: "Ahhh, look what this is, I guess I'm luckier. Just follow me more often in the future."

When Jiang Sheng saw the person standing outside the tent, his smile immediately faded and he walked over with a calm demeanor, "Why is the young general out?"

Jiang Ling glanced at him and saw that he was holding a pheasant in his hand. He joked, "Why don't you go to the woods to catch pheasants for me so early in the morning? I'm much better now and don't need to take any more supplements."

"You're so skinny, you should keep it for yourself."

"It's okay, I'm not injured, I don't need to make up."

"Then I'll go make some chicken soup first and come back to see the Major General later."

After Jiang Sheng finished speaking, he ran away as if there was a ghost chasing him, which made people want to laugh.

When the kitchen staff saw him coming, they said enthusiastically, "Doctor Mo is so lucky. He got something good this time in the forest. Others don't have such good luck."

"Well, I've always had good luck."

He glanced around and settled down, then lowered his voice and said, "Uncle Wang, why is there less food these past few days? The vegetables aren't very fresh, they're just dried leaves."

Jiang Sheng had discovered this before, but he didn't dare to ask. He accidentally saw that the steamed buns the soldiers ate were generally black buns, and they were only given two.

The kitchen staff glanced outside, then came over and whispered, "Doctor Mo, I'm telling you, you can't spread this. This matter is not allowed to be disclosed to anyone."

"There's not enough food. We're eating the reserve rations now. Once the reserve rations are gone, the soldiers will starve."

"Hey, this isn't the worst. If we were to fight a war when we were hungry, it would be a tragedy. I don't know how many people would die."

Jiang Sheng's face changed. He knew what reserve food was. To the extent that they had to use reserve food, one could imagine how short of food the country was. That was the military camp's last resort.

"Okay, I understand. Let me make chicken soup for the Major General first."

"By the way, why hasn't my food changed?"

The cook said cheerfully, "This is what the Major General ordered. He said you've worked hard taking care of him, so he's giving you some of his rations..."

Jiang Sheng felt a little sad when he heard this. No wonder he felt something was wrong. So this is what happened.

The imperial court's food and fodder arrived in the previous life, so why not in this life? Could it be that when he was reborn, some things would change? What went wrong?

After the chicken soup was ready, Jiang Sheng brought it directly to the tent.

He glanced at the man who was still busy reading the memorial and said softly, "The young general's chicken soup is ready. Have a bowl while it's hot."

He glanced at the tent and noticed something was wrong. The double-sided screen was gone. It was the one his brother liked the most. Could it be that he had... sold it?

Jiang Ling put down his pen, stood up and stretched his neck.

He took a sip and exclaimed: "It smells so good. Doctor Mo, you can be a great chef with your cooking skills. How did you stew it? Why is it so fragrant?"

Jiang Sheng retracted his gaze and said softly, "Use a clay pot to simmer slowly over low heat. The chicken soup is the most fragrant. If you like it, drink more."

As the two were talking, Jiang Ziang rushed in. Before he could say anything, his eyes lit up instantly.

"Brother, what are you eating? Let me try it. There hasn't been any oily food in the past few days. I'm so hungry and thin."

Jiang Ling looked at his big body, and the corner of her mouth twitched: "Have you lost weight due to hunger? You still eat thirty steamed buns in one meal, so how can you be considered hungry?"

Jiang Ziang watched eagerly, almost drooling.

He swallowed his saliva and said greedily, "Brother, this is not the court's fault. The food and fodder haven't arrived yet. How dare I eat as much as I want? I'm so greedy."

"Oh, just let me have a sip."

Jiang Sheng was watching from the side with a frown on his face. He reminded in a low voice: "Second General, this is for the Major General. How can you snatch a bite of food from a patient?"

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, he was glared at, which looked very intimidating.

"Hehe, you're such an interesting person. Why are you so nice to my eldest brother, but so indifferent to me?"

"...The Major General is in charge of me, so naturally I'm nice to him. If the Second General wants to eat, that's not impossible. Just give me some pheasant stew and I'll stew it for you."

Jiang Ziang was choked and stared blankly: "If I could catch it, I would still be talking nonsense with you. It's not easy to catch it."

He said bluntly, "Recently, there's been a shortage of food and grass. Many soldiers have gone to the forest to catch them. The land is almost gone. Where can I find pheasants..."

A light cough was heard beside him. Jiang Ziang looked over and met his eldest brother's unhappy eyes. Thinking of what he had just said, he stiffened his neck and said, "I'm not wrong. The matter of food and grass can't be concealed."

"It doesn't matter whether you tell me a day earlier or a day later. Besides, there are no outsiders here."

When Jiang Sheng heard him bring it up, he feigned confusion and asked, "Young General, the food and fodder are really running low. When will the imperial court's food and fodder arrive?"

Jiang Ling glanced at him and said calmly, "It will be fine, don't worry. Have you made any progress on what the second brother asked you to do?"

“…Um, I, this!”

The way he stammered, you could tell he was guilty.

Jiang Ziang lowered his head, instantly losing his appetite for chicken soup. His face wrinkled with worry, "The people we sent out haven't reported back yet, and the grain prices in the city have been rising."

"Damn it, I don't know where they got the information. Their nose is more sensitive than a dog's."

As she was speaking, she became aware of the pressing gaze and lowered her head, not daring to say a word. She cried in her heart, thinking that it was so scary when her brother was angry. She should have stayed away from here.

Jiang Ling frowned and lowered her voice.

"Don't delay, buy food quickly. It will only get more expensive later. Wait until the imperial court's food arrives, and the crisis will naturally pass."

Jiang Ziang scratched his head. "It's not that I don't want to buy, it's that the grain store has a purchase limit. Each person can only buy two kilograms a day. What can we do with that little bit of food?"

"The amount of food consumed by an army of 200,000 in a single day is unimaginable. Now, only the food from the imperial court can alleviate the crisis in the military camp."

"Hey, if we also farmed, we would be self-sufficient in food and wouldn't have to face such a crisis."

Jiang Sheng tightened his grip and lowered his eyes to hide the deep meaning in them.

Food. Thinking of the piles of food in his space, but not being able to take them out, he felt uncomfortable.

What should I do? How can I help my brother?

It won't arouse suspicion and expose the existence of the space.