At this time, Xu Xiaoyi was hiding in the shade, looking at the dense crowds of people outside. He was afraid that there would be a riot after the grain distribution. Could he really suppress it?
He asked the old man how many people were left in the county. The old man told him: Excluding those who had fled famine, there were still about 2,000 people in the county.
2,000 people, roughly equivalent to 5 kilograms of rice per person and half a pound of pickled mustard tuber. Of course, we can't distribute pickled mustard tuber in half a pound. Pickled mustard tuber is salty to begin with, and this area is already dry and water-scarce. Are we going to let people die of thirst? And it's not easy to preserve. So, let's just give each person one or two for now and figure out a better way later.
He asked the system: "Can I withdraw now? Is it really okay?"
【No need to worry】
[Do you want to extract kg of rice and 1000 jin of pickled mustard tuber?]
Just extract 200 kilograms of pickled mustard tuber.
【Extraction successful】
.........Not a still picture. Xu Xiaoyi looked around and nothing happened.
"Where's the rice? Where's my pickled mustard greens?" Xu Xiaoyi questioned the system.
"What is that?! Is it an army?" The noise outside was getting louder and louder. Xu Xiaoyi immediately went out to see, and saw a convoy of carriages coming. Five fully armed soldiers wearing golden armor were walking slowly, and behind them were carriages. There were five carriages in total, loaded with piled up bags of grain and several large vats. The large vats were probably used to store pickled mustard greens.
The villagers, fearful yet conscious, made way for the grain transport convoy, which arrived directly in front of the county magistrate's residence. A soldier in golden armor knelt on one knee, clasped his fists, and said, "Master, the grain has arrived safely! Do you need my help distributing it?"
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