Chapter 139 Improve the food?
If winning people over with virtue works, would there be a need for two armies to go to war?
Song Yanxi smiled politely at Mo Jinchuan, lowered her head and continued eating noodles, making it clear that she didn't want to pay attention to him.
An Yi just came back and saw his master being disliked. He was at a loss as to whether to advance or retreat.
He was even considering how many military sticks he would need to collect if he turned around and left.
Just as he was debating whether to leave or not, Song Yanxi looked up at him and said, "Hurry up, we have to go on our way after dinner."
Fortunately, the army was not marching very fast. If they hurried, they should be able to meet up with them when they set up camp in the evening.
His Royal Highness Prince Jin has a special status, so it is safest to travel with the army unless necessary.
An Yi looked at Mo Jinchuan silently, and when he nodded, he strode forward and sat down on a bench beside him.
He drank three bowls of water in one breath before speaking, "According to the master's instructions, I bought all the fresh meat sold in the city today. Including bones and internal organs, I filled ten carts. It's enough for the soldiers to have an additional meal tonight."
There are ten thousand mouths to feed, and ten carts of meat to share. Even if the meat is cut thinly, each person can only eat a few slices at most.
But even so, it was already a rare delicacy for the soldiers on the march.
So they went into the city this time just to buy fresh meat to improve the soldiers' meals?
But for such a small matter, there is no need for the commander of the army to make a personal trip. Just sending a small soldier will get the job done.
Last night, apart from buying a lot of cakes, they only went to the clothing store and bought her a few sets of winter clothes, and also bought two sets for An Yi and Chang Jiu.
He couldn't have taken her into town specifically to buy clothes, could he?
Song Yanxi had something on her mind, so she put down her chopsticks after taking only a few bites of the bowl of noodles.
Mo Jinchuan looked at her, "Not to your liking?"
"It tastes good, but I'm not very hungry." Song Yanxi explained softly.
As soon as she finished speaking, Chang Jiu came over and asked eagerly, "Miss, you don't want to eat anymore?"
Seeing Song Yanxi nod, he quickly sat down, picked up Song Yanxi's bowl and began to eat.
Chang Jiu moved too quickly, and when An Yi reached out to grab the bowl, he had already picked up a chopstick of noodles and stuffed it into his mouth.
If you didn’t know, you would think he had been hungry for several days.
Song Yanxi frowned and asked, "Didn't you eat just now?"
Mo Jinchuan poured a glass of water and placed it next to Chang Jiu, saying calmly, "Including the one in the morning, he ate four bowls in total."
"He didn't eat last night?" Song Yanxi looked at the large bowl on the table with a complicated expression.
Although the saying that a young boy will eat his father down has been around since ancient times, A-bo usually just has a full bowl of noodles at home and refuses to eat even one more bite.
Chang Jiu is small, thin and weak, and he doesn't look like someone who can eat a lot.
Hearing this, An Yi glanced at Chang Jiu, who was busy eating, and said with a complicated expression, "He ate a bowl of noodles, two bowls of mutton soup with meat, and three pancakes last night."
Even for him, it would be difficult for him to eat so much in one meal when he had no tasks to do.
Looking at Chang Jiu, who was so hungry but still looked pale and thin, Song Yanxi frowned, "Chang Jiu, give me your hand."
Chang Jiu subconsciously stretched out his right hand, but found that he was holding chopsticks in his hand, so he quickly extended his left hand.
Song Yanxi was about to ask An Yi to borrow the scabbard to use as a hand pillow when she saw Mo Jinchuan handing her a light blue plain sachet.
The size is neither too big nor too small, and the height is just right.
When Chang Jiu saw the shiny fabric, he refused to put his hands on it no matter what, fearing that his skin was too rough and would ruin the fine satin.
The lighting was bad last night, and he was sitting outside the carriage with An Yi, so Song Yanxi didn't notice that his clothes seemed looser than before.
She simply reached out and grabbed his wrist, and with a gentle pull, Chang Jiu sat back down on the bench.
Effortless.
Song Yanxi only felt that the wrist she was holding was extremely thin, and it was no exaggeration to say that it was just a bag of bones.
She had given him medicine before, and although he was very thin, he was definitely not as thin as he is now.
Besides, this child has such a big appetite, how is it possible that he only eats and doesn’t gain weight?
Seeing that Chang Jiu was about to get up, Mo Jinchuan ordered in a cold voice: "An Yi, restrain him."
An Yi casually put a hand on his shoulder, and reached for the chopsticks with the other hand, and kindly reminded him: "If you don't want to be beaten, just cooperate."
Chang Jiu widened his eyes, and his eye circles suddenly turned red.
If you didn’t know, you would think he had been beaten up.
Song Yanxi quickly put up three fingers, and her brows became more and more furrowed as time passed.
When she withdrew her hand, her expression could be described as ugly.
She asked coldly, "Doesn't Liu Dazhuang give you food?"
Chang Jiu's eyes flickered as he said vaguely, "Here, Uncle Dazhuang gives me every meal, but I eat too much and never get full."
"Liar!" Song Yanxi's face suddenly darkened.
"According to the military rations, even if you feel you're not full, you should be at least 70% full. Furthermore, you're not ill, so it's impossible for you to get thinner the more you eat. It's even more impossible for you to develop such severe indigestion after just two full meals."
Although she didn't say it directly, the master and servant beside her understood it.
This was no longer a question of whether he had enough to eat. He might not even have had a proper meal before.
An Yi pushed the bowl in front of him aside and was about to speak when he saw Song Yanxi glaring at him unhappily.
He cried out in his heart that he was wronged, when he suddenly heard his master ask, "Do you know what food accumulation is?"
Thinking of the situation when the little guys from the palace were just brought back, An Yi's face turned cold in an instant.
He clenched his fists and cursed softly, "How dare these people mistreat the soldiers right under their master's nose."
There are only a handful of people in the military who have such skills and courage.
Chang Jiu grabbed Song Yanxi's sleeve and said anxiously, "It's not Uncle Dazhuang, he treats me very well."
"He's not that bold."
As Song Yanxi spoke, she looked up at Mo Jinchuan, her eyes clearly filled with resentment.
It seemed to be saying, "This is the result of the prince's blind indulgence."
Since leaving Beijing, the "couple" has been acting insolently and has completely disregarded him as the head coach.
No matter how clingy and disgusting they were on weekdays, Song Yanxi could pretend not to see it.
Anyway, she won't be the one to be embarrassed.
But no matter what, they should not impose their grudges on an innocent child.
If it was a high-intensity forced march, not to mention him, even a strong man would not be able to make it to the border town without enough food.
They clearly want to kill Chang Jiu!
Seeing the suppressed anger in her eyes, Mo Jinchuan's eyes darkened slightly. He looked at Chang Jiu, who was fidgeting with fear on his face, and suddenly asked, "Do you feel dizzy?"
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