"What is a Bigu Pill?" Xingxing asked, her eyes wide with curiosity as she heard about it for the first time.
Zhu Lin patiently explained to her, "Bigu Dan is a kind of pill taken by cultivators. When cultivators are just beginning to cultivate, their cultivation level is too low. They will be hungry if they don't eat. However, cultivators do not eat grains. Instead, they take Bigu Dan to relieve their hunger. One Bigu Dan can replace a day's worth of food."
Xingxing grasped the key phrase, "You mean this Bigu Pill is something that only exists in the cultivation world?"
"Yes, only the herbs in my space can make it. However, the spiritual energy in the space is rich, and the Bigu Pill is made of spiritual herbs. It is only suitable for cultivators to take. If ordinary people take it directly, their bodies will not be able to handle it, and they may die suddenly."
After a moment of silence, Zhu Lin continued, "However, I have a method. Crush the medicinal herbs, take them out, and mix them with sweet potatoes, pumpkins, and other foods to make pills. Then steam them together. This way, the medicinal properties will not be too strong for mortals to absorb."
"Since Brother Lin has said so, I believe you have already planned this out. Let's do it this way and start making the Bigu Pills now." Xingxing couldn't wait any longer.
Zhu Lin took her hand and they entered the mustard seed space together. The two of them began to dig up herbs that could be used to make Bigu pills. In the cultivation world, only specialized medicine cultivators would refine pills, and ordinary cultivators would buy them from medicine cultivators using spirit stones.
However, the current fasting pills are made for ordinary people, so they are not made with medicine. These spiritual herbs have the effect of fasting, so crushing them and mixing them with grains to make pills is just right for ordinary people to eat.
Several senior brothers and sisters were already waiting at Zhu Lin's door. After Zhu Lin and Xingxing came out of their space with crushed spiritual herbs, they opened the door and let them in.
Then, under Zhu Chumo's guidance, they began making Bigu Pills. However, Zhu Lin changed the name to Mixed Grain Pills instead of Bigu Pills, so as to avoid suspicion from outsiders.
The group only processed the dregs of the medicinal herbs into powder. The next step would require the help of some women skilled in cooking. The granaries of the Xiyancheng government still had some grain, which the soldiers had taken with them when they fled. They could borrow some of it.
Grind all the sweet potatoes, pumpkins, wheat, and millet into powder, then mix them with the elixir powder and knead into a dough. After kneading the dough, make small pieces of dough.
The subsequent work of kneading the small balls was much simpler; anyone could do it. Xingxing, Zhang Xiantao, Zhao Mingyue, and others also came to help. They started kneading the small balls that afternoon and didn't finish until the next morning.
The prepared dumplings were cooked in a pot, then dried in the sun. When there was no sun, they were dried by fire. After five days of this process, they produced a total of about three million mixed grain dumplings.
There are 200,000 troops in the western border. Each person takes one pill a day, and three million pills can last for ten days to half a month. If the imperial court's grain supplies have not yet arrived by then, we can only make another batch of mixed grain pills. This way, we can last until the grain supplies reach the border.
Three million grains may sound like a huge amount, but in reality, they can only be packed into two large buckets. Each grain is only the size of a soybean. The current problem is how to get the grain pellets to the border.
Even if a soldier from Xiaoxi Salt rode day and night to the western border, it would take more than half a month to travel. There simply wasn't enough time; after half a month, the soldiers at the border would probably be starving to death.
Whenever she was at a loss, Xingxing would open her eyes wide and look at Zhu Lin, subconsciously feeling that the boy would definitely have a solution.
As expected, Zhu Lin calmly said, "Leave the delivery of the mixed grain pills to me. You don't need to worry about it; I can get the things delivered."
Upon hearing this, Lord Wu Chong breathed a sigh of relief. He now had absolute trust and admiration for Young Master Zhu, because these mixed grain pills were made by mixing spiritual herbs from Immortal Mist Island with mixed grains. After the mixed grain pills were made, Wu Chong had tasted one.
He didn't feel hungry all day, nor did he feel unwell. In fact, he was even more energetic than when he usually ate.
If he hadn't tasted it himself, just seeing those grain balls the size of soybeans, he would never have believed that this thing could actually provide a day's worth of rations. This is something that ordinary people can't do; Young Master Zhu and the others are truly extraordinary.
So when Zhu Lin said he had a way to get the mixed grain pills to the border, Wu Chong immediately believed him and was truly relieved.
Everyone looked at Zhu Lin, wondering when he planned to set off and what method he intended to use to deliver the mixed grain pills to the border.
Then everyone saw the boy walk out of the wooden house and come to an open space. He took out a small silver bell from his brocade bag, then raised the bell and shook it a few times in the direction of the south.
The bells rang crisply and melodiously, like the song of the wind, beautiful and enchanting, but the sound was not very loud, and only those present could faintly hear it.
So what's the meaning behind this?
The young man in white stood amidst the mountains, his expression serious and earnest, as if listening intently or communicating with someone through telepathy. Finally, his expression relaxed, and he faced south, waiting quietly.
Everyone was bewildered but impressed. They held their breath, not daring to even breathe loudly, and followed the boy's gaze to look at the southern sky.
Yes, the sun is shining brightly today, and the sky is clear and blue. After looking up for a while, everyone felt that the sunlight was too dazzling and had to squint.
Xingxing's almond-shaped eyes were wide open. Unlike others, she didn't look up at the sky because she knew that the sunlight was extremely dazzling when the sun was high, and it was better not to be foolish enough to look up.
Time passed extremely slowly; after all, waiting is always agonizing, especially when you don't know what you're waiting for, time seems to stand still and is unbearable.
One hour later.
"Caw, caw." A clear eagle's cry suddenly pierced the sky and reached everyone's ears.
Then a black dot suddenly appeared in the clouds. The dot grew larger and larger, and when everyone could see it clearly, they realized that it was a giant eagle, as big as a small mountain, swooping down towards the ground. Everyone was shocked, and Wu Chong and the others, who did not know martial arts, instinctively wanted to run away.
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