"yes!"
Black Snake ordered the archers, "Go to the granary and get four hundred catties of rice for these soldiers. Then start a fire, cook the rice, and distribute it to them."
These kind words were spoken.
The more than four hundred soldiers looked at each other in bewilderment.
They traveled over a hundred miles from Yancheng, without rest, to reach Lincheng.
After seizing the key warehouse location overnight, they were already starving.
But they also knew that... to Zhou Cheng, they had no human rights whatsoever; they were nothing more than prisoners who could be executed at any time.
The soldiers were prepared to go hungry for three or four days, hoping to survive until Zhou Cheng came and decided their fate.
But unexpectedly...
"They actually gave us food? Could it be that Young Master Zhou really keeps his word and spares our lives?"
"Or maybe they're just letting us eat our fill before we set off? Oh well, whatever. I've been following Marquis Pingyang all the way, and all I've had is plain porridge. Being able to eat some fragrant rice is enough for me!"
"The Marquis's mansion is already short of money, but he still insists on secretly supporting thousands of soldiers, which means we don't even have a monthly allowance. We drink porridge every day and can only eat two pieces of meat a month."
"Hmm? What smells so good..."
The soldiers gathered around a fire, their eyes fixed on the rice, hoping to fill their stomachs.
But while waiting,
A strong aroma, along with the scent of braised pork and fatty meat, wafts over!
Not far away.
Black Snake took off the bundle from his back and bent down to rummage through its contents.
The eight Zhou family archers who had been assigned to the task all sat down on the ground and took out the dry rations from their bundles.
Is that dry food?
The soldiers' eyes widened, and they all craned their necks to look...
Those were the dry rations that Zhou Cheng had allocated to them!
One point for a box of scallion and beef instant noodles.
One point for a box of self-heating sesame oil hot pot.
One point for a box of self-heating braised pork belly rice.
Everything in the supply market is expensive, especially weapons and medicines, which often start at hundreds or thousands of dollars. But food is very cheap. Zhou Cheng must arrange some for his subordinates at such low prices.
Along the way, Zhou Cheng spent several hundred points to exchange for various dry rations and delicacies, which Black Snake and the others ate with great excitement, their mouths greasy.
"What did the young master assign you?"
"Five boxes of sesame oil hot pot, containing some meat rolls, meat slices, and meatballs. What about you?"
"Young master gave me braised pork rice, let's eat together later, I want to eat sesame oil hot pot."
"Okay!"
Black Snake and the others tore open the fast food rations given to them by Zhou Cheng and started cooking.
Several pieces of flatbread are put into the pot, along with spices, beef chunks, and a braised egg. The indescribable aroma wafts into everyone's nose.
It smells so good!
It smells so good!
More than four hundred soldiers swallowed hard, their eyes fixed longingly on the pot of noodles...that pot of self-heating hot pot...
The more I stared at that red and white marbled pork belly, the more my eyes darted around...
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