Reborn in Dunhuang, I am farming and doing business in the desert

Chapter 93 The canned meat smells so good!
"Okay, 30% off is 30% off, but you can't tell anyone else about the price I paid for the bronze tripod."

The complaining brother said, "I didn't spend over a million to buy this thing for collection, so you understand, right?"

"Understood." Shen Zhao assured: "Don't worry, I will never mention it to anyone."

Complaint brother: "Then I'll go take the photo. Later you can get some mutton or pork on the shelf. I'll treat you."

After a pause, he continued, "I feel that the mutton in your restaurant tastes very special, different from the one we have here."

Then Shen Zhao saw the copper cauldron being auctioned off, and his account had an extra 1.4 million.

Including the previous money, she already had 2.5 million yuan.

Shen Zhaole went crazy and quickly told his eldest brother the good news.

At this moment, Shen Xun and Chen Wuhou were listening to instructions in the left general's tent.

General Zuo sat in the main seat with a dagger in his hand, and glanced at the two of them: "Last night, the general did not receive any gift from the community god on the hill, but everyone in your camp had steamed buns to eat. Tell me what happened?"

Chen Wuhou said innocently, "How should I know? Maybe the community god saw that we were starving and pitiful, so he sent down food. Besides, we should also offer sacrifices to the community god. Yesterday, our camp offered a bronze tripod as sacrifice."

"What bronze tripod? Is it the one you borrowed from me?" General Zuo became angry when he thought of this.

His copper pot for cooking was taken away by Old Chen, who said he was borrowing it to cook porridge, and it disappeared without a trace.

Chen Wuhou touched his nose and said guiltily, "Maybe."

General Zuo snorted coldly: "Then why don't you give me half of the food given by the community god?" His hundreds of guards were still hungry, and they were barely able to maintain their strength by relying on a large pot of porridge cooked in the camp.

Chen Wuhou blinked his eyes and said, "I thought you were not short of food, but the food I gave you last night was not enough, so I..."

"Humph! I don't lack food?" General Zuo was so angry that he wanted to beat him up: "Weren't you not there when the general distributed food yesterday? How many meals can that little bit of rice last?"

There were more than a thousand people in his military camp, but they were only given more than forty bags of rice, which were then distributed to the soldiers under his command, leaving less than two kilograms per person.

I only gave more food and fodder to their camp because Lao Chen brought back some, but they were still hungry. You can imagine what the others were like.
Chen Wuhou lowered his head and glanced at Shen Xun beside him.

Shen Xun also remained silent. He was just an ordinary soldier and was not worthy of speaking in front of the general.

Seeing that the two men were pretending to be dumb, General Zuo knocked on the table and said, "Tell me, how did you get the food from the community god? What kind of offerings does he like?"

Chen Wuhou perked up when he heard this, and said with a smile: "I know this. The community god seems to like exquisite swords, jewelry, and bronze tripods and other things."

Because Shen Xun only accepted these and refused the rest.

For example, a soldier wanted to donate his unworn new pants, but was ruthlessly rejected. The young man was sad for a long time because of this.

General Zuo pondered for a moment, then turned around and asked his adjutant to bring him his sword and hand it to Chen Wuhou.

"Take this sword and offer it as a sacrifice, and be sure to ask the gods to grant us more food and fodder. If this method works, we will immediately raise our troops to attack the Xiongnu and capture the cities they occupy as soon as possible."

The Huns sent troops to capture several small countries. These small countries were all vassal states of the Han Dynasty, so they could not fall into the hands of the Huns.

Chen Wuhou stroked the turquoise and red turquoise on the scabbard, turned his head and said to Shen Xun: "Ah Xun, let's ask the gods together later, how much food and grass can this sword be exchanged for?"

Shen Xun nodded, but before he could say anything, General Zuo said, "Shen Xun, right? If this can be accomplished, I will promote you to the position of battalion commander and lead a hundred cavalrymen."

Chen Wuhou's eyes lit up, and he quickly poked his future son-in-law: "Why don't you thank the general for his cultivation?" Shen Xun immediately kowtowed to the general: "Thank you, general."

"Hurry back and prepare the altar!" General Zuo waved his hand and said, "The soldiers are waiting for the rice to cook. Well, it would be better if we had those white flour buns, which are easy to carry when we go to war."

"Yes!" Shen Xun and Chen Wuhou took the order and went out.

As for the altar, just place it outside the tent where you live.

So Shen Xun hid in the tent and wrote a letter, telling everyone what happened here, tied it together with the key chain and sword, and placed it on the makeshift altar.

At twelve o'clock noon, in full view of everyone, the sword on the altar suddenly disappeared.

Shen Zhao received a letter from his elder brother.

After a quick look, he learned that his eldest brother was about to be appointed as a battalion commander, and he couldn't help but smile.

The reason why I do all this is because I hope my elder brother can get promoted. So I might as well fulfill General Zuo’s wish. This is much better than spending money to buy the title.

Afterwards, Shen Zhao spent ten thousand coins to buy five thousand steamed buns, thirty thousand coins to buy fifteen hundred cans of meat, and nine thousand coins to buy fifteen hundred cans of fruit.

He also bought 3,000 packs of instant noodles, 3,000 packs of compressed biscuits, and 4,000 bags of ten-pound rice, spending a total of 170,000 coins, and distributed them all outside his eldest brother's tent.

Then I wrote a food consumption guide and sent it over.

Inside the city of Wulei, more than 2,000 soldiers witnessed the gods bestowing various food packages and large bags of rice, and they were stunned.

General Zuo was the most shocked because he received a letter from the gods from the altar telling him how to eat these foods.

For example, the gods also instructed that soldiers were not allowed to discard the food packaging at will, but must destroy it in a centralized manner, otherwise they would not be given food next time.

The small bags of desiccant in food packaging should not be eaten, otherwise it may be fatal.

"Good job!" General Zuo patted Shen Xun on the shoulder and said with a smile, "We finally have food to go on the expedition!"

Then he showed him the letter and said: "First, taste the food according to the instructions of the spirits, and I will distribute it according to work later."

"Yes!" Shen Xun took the letter, read it carefully, and then asked someone to boil water and cook noodles.

Then he used a dagger to open a can of meat, picked out the meat and put it into his mouth.

A strong aroma filled the air, and Chen Wuhou leaned over and said, "Give me a piece! Give me a piece!"

Shen Xun ate a few pieces and handed the canned meat to Wu Hou: "This is a little salty, you can eat it with steamed buns or rice."

Chen Wuhou took a bite of the steamed bun, then ate a piece of canned meat, nodding his head in satisfaction: "It smells good! It smells so damn good!"

Several guards also came over and flattered him, "Marquis Wu, we want to try it too."

"Here, here, here! Each of you open a box and try it. Don't open more than that. The general is watching you." With the idea of eating more, Marquis Chen Wu quietly gave each of his guards a box of canned meat and a few big steamed buns.

Seeing this, the others came over, swallowing their saliva, and stretched their necks to say, "Let me have a taste, just one bite."

For a moment, all the onlookers were ready to make a move. If it weren't for General Zuo keeping the situation under control, more than a thousand soldiers would have rushed over to loot.

(End of this chapter)