As soon as Yan Shiyue returned, he asked people to buy yellow rice to make stove candy, the kind that country people eat during the New Year.
First, soak the yellow rice thoroughly, shade it from light, and let it germinate. In this weather, it will generally sprout very quickly. When the sprouts grow to about half an inch, grind the sprouted millet with water. These broken millet with juice and water are the "enzymes" for making stove candy.
Then cook a pot of yellow rice, let it cool for a while, and when it is not too hot, add the "enzyme" made earlier, stir evenly, let it "ferment", and the starch in the yellow rice will be converted into sugar.
Then take out the thin sugar and fry it in a hot pan into a semi-dry paste. After taking it out, let it dry for a while. When it is no longer hot, you can rub it into strips or press it into squares. Then put the semi-dry stove sugar in a cool place to air dry. When the stove sugar solidifies, cut it into pieces and you can eat it.
Moreover, Yan Shiyue put a little red flower on each piece of candy, which looked very festive.
When they met again, she asked Huo Qijing to take it back and treat his people to a meal.
These people originally thought that Yan Shiyue was joking, but when they really ate the candy, they were instantly excited. It had been a long time since they had tasted sweetness in their mouths! Besides, this was the brother's wife inviting him to eat candy, so rounding it off, it was roughly equivalent to the wife giving him the candy!
You know, there are nearly 500 people in Huo Qijing's town. After such a commotion, everyone knows about it.
Of course they were envious, but this was a military camp, with a bunch of fearless soldiers... Could it be that these people were just envious and that was it? The next day, someone came to the door on horseback to ask for candy.
There are generals, town commanders and ordinary soldiers.
...
...
Yan Shiyue was overwhelmed and had to pay for the purchase of yellow rice out of his own pocket. He asked a few people from the Bai family to help him make some candy for everyone.
These people were still not satisfied, and some asked, "Why don't our candies have flowers?"
Someone else said: "Why aren't ours made by Lady Fu herself?"
The people in Huo Qijing's town were very proud: "We are the Prince Consort's family, what about you?"
Yan Shiyue: “…”
However, this commotion invisibly dissipated the atmosphere of defeat.
As more than ten days passed, the atmosphere gradually became tense. No one knew when the other side would send troops again, nor when the superiors would prepare to attack again.
Yan Shiyue felt unwell all over when she woke up early in the morning.
She held on for a long time and thought that if she didn't feel better in the afternoon, she would ask people from Jishidiang to come and take a look.
Who would have thought that after waking up from a nap, I would find that my period had come.
She was a very thin woman, and had suffered from poor health in her childhood. It was only now that she had her period.
Wei Bo quickly made her a Chen Mama belt... She didn't know that the menstrual belt was called Chen Mama until now. Then she lay in bed for a day, saying that it didn't hurt, but she just felt uncomfortable all over.
She drank a bowl of brown sugar ginger tea in the evening and went back to bed. She tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. She didn't call Wei Bo, so she got up and went to the back of the bed to relieve herself. However, she always felt a slightly pungent smell in the air.
Yan Shiyue sniffed, then suddenly came back to his senses and shouted, "Jiahe!"
She rushed out while shouting, without even having time to tie her cloak, and said, "Jiahe! Weibo!"
Jiahe rushed over and said, "Master?"
Yan Shiyue said: "Hurry to the back! Go to the warehouse to check on the peppers!"
Jiahe didn't have time to ask any more questions and ran out quickly. Then he heard a long roar from him, which pierced the night sky.
At the same time, in the military camp ahead.
Because of the clairvoyance, Yan Shiwei sent out several spies. They sneaked up at night and then tried to get as close as possible, hiding in trees or other concealed places. They would use the clairvoyance to observe the Da Xi army camp during the day and sneak back at night.
This job is extremely dangerous because most of the places outside are flat and there is nowhere to escape, so once you are discovered, you will die.
Fortunately, we have the magical artifact "Clairvoyance", so we have made good progress in recent days. We have drawn out the enemy's troop strength and camp distribution map.
But tonight, the spy brought back a piece of news that Daxi was making alcohol!
In other words, the method of making alcohol has been leaked!
After all, it was wartime, Yan Shiyue had repeatedly stressed the need for confidentiality, and he had also issued a death order. Who leaked the news?
Yan Shiwei's face darkened immediately: "Did you see it clearly?"
"I saw it clearly," the spy said. "I saw with my own eyes that they brought in wine and quicklime, as well as utensils similar to those here."
Yan Shiwei remained silent.
Just then, someone came in hurriedly: "General!"
Yan Shiwei said, "Speak!"
The guard knelt down and said, "Someone set fire to the place where the peppers are stored!"
"What!" Yan Shiwei's face changed, "Is Yue'er okay?"
"Your Highness is fine, the pepper was only burned a little."
Yan Shiwei quickly stood up, strode out, mounted his horse, and rode back at full speed.
Yan Shiyue was wrapped in a cloak, slightly bent over in pain, holding a torch and looking around.
As soon as Yan Shiwei got off the horse, he rushed over and grabbed her: "Yuer, are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Yan Shiyue said, "It's a pity that no one was caught."
When Yan Shiwei went in to take a look, he only saw the torches thrown in. Fortunately, the peppers were transported in batches and were to be prepared for transportation to the military camp, so they were still on the carts, otherwise a lot of them would have been burned.
Yan Shiwei asked angrily: "What's going on?"
Yan Shiyue said briefly: "I got up at night and smelled something, so I asked Jiahe to go and check. At that time, the fire had just started, but Jiahe didn't see anyone and was in a hurry to put out the fire, so he didn't have time to look around."
Because all of Yan Shiyue's people went to the front to help, only Wei Bo, Jia and Jia Ping were left with her. They were both there during the day, and when she slept at night, only one of them was left to keep watch.
But there was a circle of personal soldiers outside, and the security was quite strict, so no one expected that something like this would happen.
Yan Shiwei sneered and said, "It seems that a spy has sneaked in."
Thinking about the "alcohol" the spy had just mentioned, he ordered directly: "Bring here all the outsiders who have come to the village recently." Then he ordered others: "Bring here all the people who help make alcohol."
The personal soldiers took the order and left.
This was Yan Shiwei's territory, and within a quarter of an hour, these people gathered in the open space in front. Torches were lit all around, making it as bright as day.
Yan Shiwei walked in front of the crowd, glanced around, and his face was gloomy.
The outsiders who had recently arrived, apart from the craftsmen from Yue Workshop, included Wei Shen and two other people, all of whom were family members of the soldiers, and they were all trembling with fear.
Yan Shiwei didn't bother to ask them. He took a torch from his personal guard, walked to the front of the camp, and said coldly, word by word: "Who leaked the method of making alcohol?"
As he asked, the torch slowly swept across the faces of these people.
Lin Ruping, who was standing in front, had trembling eyelashes.
The torch passed slowly across her face, illuminating almost everyone, and then suddenly moved back.
Yan Shiwei pushed the torch, and with a bang, it immediately burned Lin Ruping's hair.
Lin Rubing screamed, stepped back violently, fell to the ground, and frantically tried to put out the fire on her burned hair.
Yan Shiwei walked over slowly, his footsteps were heavy, as if stepping on people's hearts.
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