Crossing over reveals a waste's difficult journey home

Jiang Tuan talked about many ways to cook tofu in one breath. The chief military officer, General Zong Zhenghe, was the first to lose his composure.

"Jiang Tuan, you mean that this tofu can be stored for a long time after it is made? How long is this long time?"

"One or two months at the shortest, half a year to a year at the longest! I don't know what the situation is like here, so I can only make this determination for now."

"Your Majesty, it can be stored for half a year to a year, Your Majesty!"

No matter what era it is, war is fought not only by the combat effectiveness of soldiers, but also by the logistical supply capabilities.

In Daxia, the logistical supply capabilities were not very good. Although they had tried every possible means, the soldiers on the border still had a hard time.

Not to mention food and drink, even weapons and armor were sometimes not enough, and even if they were enough, they were mostly in tatters.

It’s not that the rulers and ministers of Daxia think that the border is unimportant, nor is it that someone has embezzled the supplies of the border soldiers.

After experiencing the turmoil at the end of the previous dynasty and more than a hundred years of chaos, the newly established Daxia was too poor!

Poverty made Daxia unable to provide adequate supplies to the soldiers on the border.

Moreover, the border was far away, and it was not easy to transport food and grass there. The consumption on the road and various accidents were important factors that hindered the transportation of food and grass.

In order to ensure that the soldiers had enough to eat first, most of the items transported were necessities such as food and salt. Whether other things were available depended on luck.

Now Jiang Tuan said that tofu products can be preserved for a long time. Even if this long time is not as long as ten or eight years as imagined, half a year is enough. At least it can slightly improve the lives of the soldiers on the border.

As a founding emperor who had led troops and fought wars, Zong Zhenghe could naturally think of what he could think of.

"Jiang Tuan, what if I transport this tofu to the border?"

"The border? Are you shipping it to the soldiers stationed there? Of course.

In fact, there is no need to transport it over. If there is enough labor there, wouldn’t it save more time to let them do it themselves?

In addition to bean products, beans have many other uses. For example, they can be grown into bean sprouts and eaten as vegetables. They can be grown even in winter as long as it is warm enough.

For example, we can press oil so that we can have oil to drink, but I don’t know what the oil content of summer beans is and whether it can produce a lot of oil.

Moreover, the bean dregs left over from making tofu can be eaten by humans and livestock. Science, oh, the rational use of those things can make livestock grow stronger.

In short, as long as you explore it well, beans are really a treasure."

"Vegetables in winter?" This was Wei Chuo's exclamation.

"Oil?" This was Su Zhao's voice.

"Can it make horses strong?" This was the voice of Zong Zhenghe, who was concerned about military affairs.

With questions and exclamations coming one after another, Jiang Tuan was directly surrounded. Looking at the tall figures, he felt as helpless as when he was surrounded by his family as a child.

"His Majesty!"

Seeing Jiang Tuan's eyes looking at him through the ministers, Jiang Qi's heart, which was as anxious as the ministers, suddenly calmed down.

Since Jiang Tuan has already come to his Great Xia Dynasty, then naturally he will have all the things he said, so there is no need to rush.

"Okay, okay, don't be anxious. Take care of the tofu first and we can talk about the other things later."

After hearing what their own Majesty said, the ministers came back to their senses and resumed their previous elegant and graceful state, as if their previous impatience and restlessness were all Jiang Tuan's illusion.

Freed from the encirclement, Jiang Tuan then introduced tofu.

“Tofu is not only delicious, but also a food with high nutritional value, rich in vitamins and minerals.

Oh, you don’t understand vitamins and minerals, it doesn’t matter, you just need to know that eating tofu products can make people healthier, it is very suitable for soldiers to eat. "

Hearing Zong Zhenghe talking about the frontier army, Jiang Tuan remembered what the system had told him.

Jiang Qi was accidentally injured and died when he was personally leading the army to fight against the Xiongnu. If the soldiers on the frontier were in better health and had stronger fighting ability, would it not be necessary for the emperor to go there in person?

Thinking of this, he immediately paid attention to improving the physical fitness of Daxia's soldiers. After all, his fate was now tied to Daxia's. Only when Daxia was doing well could he do well and return home.

If you want to be healthy, you must eat meat, but Daxia doesn't have the conditions now? Let alone meat, it's even a problem to be able to eat enough.

After thinking about it, he felt that the soldiers should eat more tofu products, so that they could at least get some nutritional supplements!

However, Jiang Tuan overlooked the importance that people here attached to longevity.

For civilians, it goes without saying that it is a happy thing to live longer.

What about the powerful? Besides power, they care more about their lifespan than ordinary people.

The pain of "the money is still there, but the person is gone" is not only felt by modern people, but also by ancient people.

So, when Jiang Tuan said that tofu was good for the human body, not only the emperor, the prince and ministers, but even the eunuchs who were working paused.

Feeling everyone's hot gazes, Jiang Tuan was frightened and took a step back.

At this time, Su Zhao stood up and confirmed: "Can eating tofu really make people healthier?"

Jiang Tuan nodded and said reluctantly: "Haha, yes, eating tofu regularly is indeed good for the body. It would be even better if you eat it with other dishes."

Su Zhao was very excited after getting the definite answer, and bowed to Jiang Tuan: "Zhao, thank you, Mr. Jiang."

Why did you suddenly salute him? Why did you suddenly thank him? He didn't do anything!

Jiang Tuan looked at Su Zhao helplessly, then turned to Jiang Qi for help, his eyes telling him, "Come and take care of your subjects!"

Jiang Qi asked Su Zhao to stand up, and then told Jiang Tuan about the other party's situation.

Su Zhao was born into a commoner family. Yes, the Grand Censor of the Great Xia Dynasty was once a commoner.

Twenty years ago, no one would have thought that a commoner whose father had passed away and who was not tolerated by his fellow villagers would become an important official twenty years later.

Su Zhao's mother was an ordinary ancient woman who got married at the right age like everyone else.

After getting married, she and her husband lived a good life. Although we couldn't say we had no worries about food and clothing, at least we didn't often go hungry, which was pretty good in that war-torn era.

However, there are unexpected events in life, and misfortunes and blessings are unpredictable. When this ordinary woman was happily waiting for the birth of her first child, an accident happened.

The bandits who were passing by entered the village, killed many people, robbed a lot of things, and left. The woman's husband died in the hands of the bandits, and the woman gave birth prematurely due to the shock.

Fortunately, the woman was still strong and after trying her best, she finally gave birth to a child, who was Su Zhao.