Ancient paintings connect the present, I hoard goods to support the villain Wang

Today, Shi Xi had originally planned to deliver fried dough sticks and soy milk to the Xiao family army.

In the morning, after the owners of ten stores delivered the goods to her door, Shi Xi passed a note to Xiao Jingyan, but found that he had not replied to her.

Fortunately, the ancient painting channel has not been closed.

Thinking that these things would go bad if left for too long, Shi Xi took the initiative and directly sent the things to him.

There were so many of them that they filled Xiao Jingyan’s entire study.

It was almost falling out of the window when a patrolling soldier saw it and reported it to Zhiren and Zhimo.

When they saw that it was soy milk and fried dough sticks, and there was such a large portion, they immediately guessed that it was another reward from the fairy.

The two brothers also took the initiative to distribute all the food to the soldiers together with Liu Deyou and Guo Wen.

So, when Xiao Jingyan and others returned to the camp, they saw everyone eating with their mouths full of grease.

"Your Highness, you're back. How's the situation on Xue Avalanche?"

"Crack, crack, these fried dough sticks are so fragrant and crispy!"

While eating fried dough sticks, Zhi Ren asked Xiao Jingyan about the refugees.

He was really bold. Even when he saw the prince coming back, he was still eating casually.

Liu Deyou and Guo Wen, who were standing aside, had already wiped the oil from the corners of their mouths and stood straight in front of Xiao Jingyan, as if waiting to obey his orders.

Zhimo pushed his tactless and ignorant brother, feeling helpless.

"Zhiren, am I too kind to you, so that you can hardly tell who is the master?"

Xiao Jingyan grabbed the blade-holding man's ear without any hesitation, and he gradually got into working mode.

"Your Highness, please don't be angry. The fairy prepared a few more breakfasts for you than for us, and she also left a note for you."

"Would you like to go and take a look first, give the fairy a reply, and then come and fight your subordinates?"

The blade asked playfully.

He always seems like a child who never grows up.

He knew that Xiao Jingyan couldn't really be angry with him just because of a matter of etiquette.

"you……"

Sure enough, the man holding the blade had Xiao Jingyan in his grasp.

He has plenty of tricks that can help Xiao Jingyan not get angry!

"Go to the city and ask the king how the people are doing and whether they are starving."

"be quick!"

Xiao Jingyan did not forget to give orders to the blade holder.

Upon hearing this, Zhi Ren accepted the order although he was reluctant.

Zhimo looked at Xiao Jingyan worriedly. The prince suddenly cared about whether the people had food to eat. Something must have happened again!

He had to follow up and ask carefully.

Thinking about it, as soon as Xiao Jingyan left, he immediately chased after him.

Liu Deyou and Guo Wen felt like they had nothing to do and continued to eat and drink.

They knew that the reason why the brothers Zhiren and Zhimo were so favored by Xiao Jingyan was not just because they grew up with Xiao Jingyan.

Moreover, their father had once been a swordsman for the old prince Xiao Xiuyan.

The entire Xiao family took good care of them.

Although they stayed by Xiao Jingyan's side as guards, the treatment they received in the palace was comparable to that of the children of high-ranking officials of the imperial court.

Even in the military camp, if Xiao Jingyan was not present, Wang, Liu, and Guo would have to discuss something with the two of them first.

Without their permission, we wouldn't have been able to share the fried dough sticks this morning.

Xiao Jingyan returned to the room and looked at the several golden fried dough sticks next to the soy milk and fried dough sticks on the desk, and felt very curious.

When he picked up the note and took a look, he found out that the two things were called fried sugar cakes, filled with sweet brown sugar and red bean paste.

This was a special snack that Shi Xi prepared for him, the prince.

Just like the grapes last time, Shi Xi specially gave him something else.

Xiao Jingyan was a little flattered. He really wanted to ask Shi Xi if she treated him differently just because he was a prince.

However, asking so directly seemed a bit ungrateful.

He didn't think about anything else and hurriedly sat down to eat before the food got cold.

The soy milk and fried dough sticks were average, but these fried sugar cakes were indeed fragrant and sweet. When you bite into them, the fillings burst instantly in your mouth, and the sweet flavor fills your taste buds.

When chewed, this pastry was soft and sticky, much better than the dry cakes he had eaten in the capital.

The most important thing is to fill yourself up!

After a busy night, he felt happy instantly when he could eat these things.

But while eating, he suddenly thought of the refugees and the people of Lingyao City who had no food to eat that Song Yi mentioned.

He is the God of War of Dayong and the Prince of Dayong. Since the dog emperor doesn't want the people of this city, he has to take care of it even if he suffers a loss!

We must not watch the people starve!

He had already made up his mind. After Zhiren verified the facts, he would open the granary and release grain, allowing all those who had no food to come and receive it for free.

By the way, some rice and vegetables were also sent to Jishengtang, Ciyutang, Jinglaotang and other places.

If the city runs out of food, ordinary people may still have some food in their homes, but those who rely on others for help to survive will have the hardest time.

"Someone is coming."

He called a few soldiers guarding the gate and asked them to go and count the food in the camp warehouse.

When the soldier received the order to leave, he happened to meet Zhimo.

"Master."

The two soldiers nodded slightly and saluted Zhimo.

Xiao Jingyan, who was in the room, heard Zhimo was outside and let him in directly.

"Zhimo, what do you want from me?"

"Don't tell me I'm pleading for your disappointing brother. I'm not angry with him."

Xiao Jingyan looked arrogant.

Zhimo grinned slightly and explained:

"Your Highness has misunderstood. This subordinate naturally knows that you will never be angry with Zhiren."

"This blade holder really needs some discipline. I will talk to him more in the future."

"I just saw that Your Highness looked worried, so I thought I'd follow him and ask if there's anything I can do to help you."

As expected of a well-read person, Zhimo's words are very beautiful.

Xiao Jingyan nodded in satisfaction, "It's rare that you're so thoughtful."

He told Zhimo about the resettlement of refugees and the lack of food for the people in the city.

I thought that Zhimo's writing was brilliant and might be able to help me and give me some ideas.

Zhimo's eyes rolled around and he asked curiously:

"Last night, you drove all five hundred sheep to the women in the village to hold for warmth."

"I wonder if there are five hundred of these women?"

Xiao Jingyan nodded, "Almost."

Hearing this reply, Zhimo's eyes lit up.

"All the women in Dayong are good at needlework."

"We posted a notice before about recruiting people to make cotton-padded clothes, but so far not a single person has signed up."

"If not, we will quickly have the men among the refugees work with the soldiers to build several houses specifically for making clothes."

"Wait until the fairy's cotton and cloth arrive, and then hire these women to sew cotton clothes."

"This way, both men and women will have jobs and earn some money, so they won't be penniless and rely entirely on government assistance to survive."

Zhimo's idea was indeed good, but he was acting from a selfish perspective, only considering the cotton-padded clothes of Xiao's army, but not giving the refugees any longer-term considerations.

Unfortunately, Xiao Jingyan doesn’t have any good ideas at the moment, so this is the only option for the time being.

When spring comes, he still wants to open up more arable land for the people.

If they ask Shixi for some seeds, they might be able to grow the same high-quality fruits, vegetables, rice, and noodles that Shixi produces. "I wonder if the kids in the south have ever eaten fried cakes with red bean paste?"