Squeak.
The door opened and Pei Yun walked out.
He looked at the civilians who had gathered outside the military camp. There were not many of them, only a few hundred. However, he did not care and distributed food to these more than a hundred civilians first.
"Chang Wei, take some people and move all the things out."
"Yes, sir."
Chang Wei brought people into the house to move flour. When Mu Lan saw Chang Wei and others carrying a bag each, she was dumbfounded.
There was clearly nothing in that room, what were they moving?
Mu Lan didn’t recognize the simplified Chinese characters on the flour bag, and neither did Mu Xiong and Zhang Huan next to him.
"Mr. Pei, what is this?"
"For flour, please ask General Mu to organize the people to collect it. It's ten cents per pound."
Pei Yun spoke.
Mu Xiong quickly walked to the flour and poked a hole with his dagger, revealing the white flour. Then the old general, who was over fifty years old, was shocked.
He stared at the flour with wide eyes in disbelief, his heart filled with shock.
It's really...it's really flour.
But how is this possible!
Where did Pei Yun get the flour? He clearly went in empty-handed, and there was nothing in the room.
How come flour suddenly appeared? And seeing Chang Wei and the others constantly moving it out, there seemed to be quite a lot.
Mu Xiong hurriedly ran out of the room and took a look inside. He was struck by lightning. The room, which was originally empty, was now full of flour.
Even though Mu Xiong had experienced many ups and downs in his life, he had never encountered such a bizarre thing.
Even now that he saw it with his own eyes, he still couldn't believe his eyes.
It was simply magical, and ecstasy followed.
If these bags were filled with flour, then the people in the city would be saved and the soldiers would not have to starve.
Suddenly he thought of something, ran back quickly, grabbed a handful of flour, looked at it carefully, and then hid it with his tongue. It was real flour.
Moreover, it was the first time that he had seen such snow-white and tender flour.
"Quick, go and inform all the people in the city to come and buy flour."
Ten cents per pound was really too cheap. Although flour only cost seven or eight cents in peacetime, there was war now and prices were soaring. Before, flour in the city had already cost one or two taels of silver per pound, and there was still no demand.
Pei Yun only charged ten cents for such fine flour, which was almost like giving it away for free.
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