It's good to exchange marriages. My sister eats coarse food while I wear gold and silver.

"The grain and grass I brought from the Ministry of Revenue were naturally the emperor's idea." Mu Qing sneered and looked at Yuan Buwei, "I remember last time you said you would go to the palace to report me to the emperor? I have waited until now but the emperor has not summoned me. Yuan Buwei, you didn't deliberately lie to me before, did you?"

"Xingzhou, have you sent someone to check the food?" Yuan Buwei's intuition told her that this batch of food that suddenly arrived was not that simple.

"I've checked it out, and there's nothing serious."

"Then how long will this batch of food last for everyone?"

Ning Xingzhou lowered his head and calculated, "It's enough to feed the entire military camp for about half a month."

The imperial court usually provides at least three months' worth of food to the military camps, but suddenly they only provided enough for half a month's worth of food. There was no trick involved.

Yuan Buwei didn't believe it.

She stood up suddenly: "Take me over to have a look."

"Yuan Buwei, I brought all the food and fodder directly from the Ministry of Revenue, so what's the problem?" Mu Qing was very unhappy about being ignored by Yuan Buwei and blocked her way.

"Mu Qing, why are you so nervous?"

"Who, who is nervous?"

"Since you insist that there is nothing wrong with the grain, shouldn't you be calm no matter how I check it?" Yuan Buwei smiled at Mu Qing. "If you stop me, it means there is something wrong with this batch of grain."

"Yuan Buwei, don't slander me. I'll go with you to check. If there's nothing wrong with the food, I'll go to the palace and report you to the emperor!"

Yuan Buwei really doubted that with Mu Qing's low IQ, she could still live until now. It must be that her ancestors begged and pleaded to save her life.

Xu Chong, the manager of the baggage department, learned that Yuan Buwei was the young marquis's wife and wanted to check the food that Mu Qing had transported. Without saying a word, he had all the food moved out of the warehouse.

Yuan Buwei opened a bag and took out a handful of rice, which was a little yellow.

"The soil in Dazhao is not good, which leads to low rice production. Basically, the little production every year is shipped to the royal family. How come you have a change of heart now and send so much rice to the Gale Camp?" Yuan Buwei thought that she had also shipped rice, so she asked Li Yan to bring a bag. When they opened it for comparison, they found the problem.

The rice I brought was very white and clean, with a light rice aroma.

And what Mu Qing brought...

"Manager Xu, have you opened all the sacks and checked them?"

"Only ten bags have been verified."

Yuan Buwei frowned and said, "Open them all, find more people to verify them one by one."

"Yuan Buwei, stop struggling. I told you, there's no way there could be any problem with the rice sent by the Ministry of Revenue." Mu Qing was very confident. She was sure that there was no problem with the rice.

"Since you want to check, let's check it thoroughly..." Yuan Buwei looked at Mu Qing's confident face and said, "I'll let you be proud for a while, but don't cry later."

When Xu Chong opened a bag of rice that he had not checked before, he smelled a faint musty odor.

He didn't believe it and quickly grabbed a handful.

The rice in the palm of my hand has turned green and grown hair.

He didn't believe it and asked people to speed up and open the remaining sacks.

The same result was obtained after bag inspection.

"Impossible, how could the rice shipped by the Ministry of Revenue be moldy?" Mu Qing, who was proud just now, obviously smelled a strong musty smell, but the next second she tried to make amends, "Put the rice in the river water, wash it several times, and then dry it and you can eat it. Such good rice can't be wasted because of mold, right?"

"Moldy rice contains a toxin. Even if it is washed, dried and cooked, toxins will remain. After people consume it, the mildest case is food poisoning, and the worst is death. Don't underestimate the rice that is only enough for everyone to eat for half a month. Half a month is enough for half of the soldiers in the Gale Camp to fall down." Yuan Buwei looked at Mu Qing's increasingly pale face, "Mu Qing, what are you thinking?"

"Yuan Buwei, this rice is from the Emperor as a reward to the Swift Wind Camp. How could he send moldy rice?" Mu Qing didn't believe there was anything wrong with the rice that was delivered, so he walked quickly to Xu Chong and asked, "Did you switch the rice?"

"Mu Qing, what's wrong with you? Even if I had ten heads, I wouldn't dare to switch the rice. Besides, you know the situation of the food and fodder in the Jifeng Camp. You even want to break a grain of rice into ten parts and cook them." Xu Chong was so angry that he thought the food and fodder brought by the Mu Mansion could ease the pressure on the food in the Jifeng Camp, but it turned out to be all moldy rice. He wanted to kill Mu Qing.

"Then why did the Ministry of Revenue give me moldy rice?" Mu Qing couldn't figure it out, and turned around the next second, "I'm going to settle the score with them!"

"Xingzhou, stop her."

Yuan Buwei stood up from the ground, clapped her hands, and walked up to Mu Qing: "Whether it is the emperor's intention or the Ministry of Revenue's own idea, now that the rice has been transported to the Swift Wind Camp, it is unclear."

"Why can't he explain it clearly? If that was the emperor's intention, why did he give moldy rice to the Swift Wind Camp?" Mu Qing was anxious. "The emperor values the young marquis so much, there is no reason for him to hurt the soldiers of the Swift Wind Camp!"

"With your intelligence, it's normal that you can't figure it out." Yuan Buwei was too lazy to explain to her, "Manager Xu, arrange for someone to dig some pits and bury all the rice, so that it won't be thrown away somewhere else and eaten by ordinary people by mistake, causing casualties."

Xu Chong, a 1.80-meter-tall man, was almost crying out of anger: "We are fighting on the front lines and we can't even have a hot meal. But the Ministry of Revenue would rather let the rice moldy than send it down. This is really too much of a bully."

"Xu Chong, stop talking." Ning Xingzhou pulled Xu Chong's sleeve, "Be careful not to be heard by others."

"Manager Xu, don't worry about the food and fodder. I will fill the gap."

"Young Madam, you have previously given us pensions and a batch of expenses for the winter. How can I ask you to make up for it again?" Xu Chong shook his head. He was only forty years old this year, but because he was exposed to the sun and rain and worried about everyone's meals all day long, his skin was dark and his temples were gray, making him look like he was in his sixties.

"No matter how difficult it is, we must ensure that everyone has enough food to eat. In a few days, I will send some vegetable seedlings and other things, all of which are varieties cultivated in Yaowang Valley. This will also solve part of the food problem." Yuan Buwei remembered that the eldest sister said that people cannot lack salt and vegetable intake, especially those who are marching and fighting for a long time. Once they lack them, the body will have various problems.

"Thank you, Madam." Xu Chong bowed and gave Mu Qing a deep look before leaving. From now on, no matter how good the things she brought him, he would not dare to accept them.

"Xingzhou, I'll wait for you at the entrance of the military camp."

The current situation of the Gale Camp is more difficult than Yuan Buwei had imagined, and her heart suddenly felt a little heavy.

Mu Qing watched the soldiers loading bags of rice they had brought onto trucks to prepare for burial. He felt heartbroken and pushed all the blame onto Yuan Buwei.

"Yuan Buwei, stop!"