Pinduoduo connects the past and present; the wildest young commander and his entire army help me bar

If porridge is distributed tomorrow, an even greater food crisis awaits our brothers in the army!

Solving the food problem is the most important thing right now!

Qin Lizhi sat in the chair, his narrow eyes half-closed, his deep-set face, as if carved by a knife and axe, was full of fatigue.

"Ah."

Upon hearing the man's voice, Zhang the adjutant immediately looked at Zhang Gui with a puzzled expression.

"What happened?"

He grabbed Zhang Gui's collar.

Because Qin Lizhi decided to open the granary and distribute porridge based on Zhang Gui's suggestion, Zhang Gui avoided eye contact. In the end, he couldn't resist the deputy's questioning and gritted his teeth to make the decision.

"The young marshal has decided to open the granaries and distribute porridge tomorrow!"

"what?"

"Young Marshal! You've been foolish!"

"Those rioters, since they dared to rebel, should all be shot!"

"Do you know my temper, which is why you deliberately sent me to meet the enemy! Sigh!"

"This won't work!"

Zhang Gui was overwhelmed with shame and wished he could shrink into a quail to minimize his presence.

Suddenly.

The air suddenly became heavy.

Zhang's spine jolted, and he subconsciously looked toward the source of the pressure.

Qin Lizhi had already raised his eyes, his narrow eyes gleaming with wisdom. "Lieutenant Zhang, tonight you will take some men to visit the major families in this mountain city, especially those who are good at collecting antiques."

Lieutenant Zhang scratched his head, puzzled.

"Young Marshal, what do you mean by this?"

"Now they are trapped in the mountain city, lacking food and clothing, and those dead things they hold in their hands can't save their lives."

"If you want to live peacefully, then trade dead things for food."

"Zhang Gui, have someone draft a rule for bartering grain. From now on, these wealthy families will use this standard when they want grain."

Although Zhang Gui didn't understand what it meant, seeing Qin Lizhi's confident demeanor, he was immediately delighted. "Yes! I'll find a few people to formulate some rules right away!"

Zhang Gui left.

Only Qin Lizhi and Zhang, the adjutant, remained in the separated cave.

Adjutant Zhang asked curiously, "Young Marshal, what do you need these inanimate objects for?"

Qin Lizhi lifted his eyelids and glanced at him.

Zhang, the adjutant, suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"I understand, you want to barter with that goddess?"

Qin Lizhi glanced at Zhang, the adjutant, and kicked him in the backside. "Get back to work. If you delay important matters, I'll take your head and use it as a football."

Lieutenant Zhang chuckled, kicked his foot, saluted with his back straight, and turned to leave.

When it comes to this kind of work of fleecing the big spenders, it has to be someone like Deputy Zhang, who has a strong bandit-like air about him, to do it.

The mention of bartering was met with great enthusiasm by the wealthy, who, trapped in the mountain town for many days, witnessed people dying every day.

Even if wealthy households have grain in their hands, they start to get anxious as they sit around eating away their reserves day by day.

"It would be great to be able to exchange things, but I don't know what the rules are."

Zhang Gui and his team had quickly drafted the rules and handed them over to Zhang, the adjutant.

Since Zhang, the adjutant, was illiterate, he simply handed the notebook over to the local gentry.

"A fifty-tael silver ingot for a bag of flour? You're robbing me!"

Lieutenant Zhang glared at him.

"What kind of world is this? Don't you know that the price of grain is rising every day? And you dare to accuse me, your adjutant, of robbery?"

He snatched the booklet, turned and left, not wanting to linger.

"Take this grain or leave it!"

It looked like the person was about to leave.

The previously silent person suddenly spoke, breaking the deadlock.

"I'll change!"

Looking over, Zhang, the adjutant, saw that the speaker was a refined and cultured man, dressed in a long gown, who was none other than Ding, a scholar from the previous dynasty.

The scholar Ding was emaciated from hunger, his face pale and thin, his legs trembling as he stood there. Yet, he clasped his hands in a fist and said to his adjutant Zhang, "Sir, I would like to ask if you would accept calligraphy and paintings?"

"Oh, you have calligraphy and paintings?"

Lieutenant Zhang was an illiterate, rough man. He frowned upon hearing this. To be honest, he didn't want to collect this junk at all, but since someone had asked, he couldn't refuse.

“That’s right. I have some ancestral calligraphy and paintings. My ancestors instructed me that these should never be sold unless we are absolutely desperate. Sir, how many bags of rice can I get for these calligraphy and paintings?”

As he spoke, Ding Xiucai's eyes were already wet.

There's no other reason than that I feel incompetent and ashamed of the trust placed in me by my ancestors.

But when people are so hungry, there's nothing they can do.

"I don't know about that. It needs to be taken to the young marshal for appraisal. The young marshal comes from a wealthy family and a scholarly family, so he is quite knowledgeable about these antiques."

With that, he waved his hand, and his men came over and took the scroll from Ding Xiucai's hand.

As soon as the scroll left his hand, Ding Xiucai felt as if his soul had flown away with it, staring at it intently.

"Sir, I have a request. You've taken the calligraphy and painting, but my family is starving. Could you give me a little rice to cook so my family can survive?"

Lieutenant Zhang is not someone who is difficult to negotiate with.

Zhang Gui put away the scroll and instructed someone to hand Ding Xiucai a bag of ten catties of rice.

As he held the heavy load of rice, Ding Xiucai's arms trembled, and he repeatedly thanked the officer, "Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir! My Ding family line won't end! That's wonderful!"

Ding Xiucai left, thanking his servants profusely.

When the remaining gentry saw that they could actually exchange their money for rice, they looked at each other in bewilderment, and soon a few more of them stood up.

"Sir, I have fifty taels of silver ingots here. I want to exchange them for a bag of flour!"

"Sir, I have some gold earrings here. Could I exchange them for a bag of rice?"

"Sir, I also have a necklace of pearls from the East China Sea. How much rice and flour can I exchange for it?"

"I also have imperial green jadeite here..."

The barter system is in full swing.

When Zhang, the adjutant, finished the transaction and returned to the air-raid shelter, he was yawning and carrying a burlap sack in his rough, large hands.

Qin Lizhi was lying on a yellowed bamboo recliner with his eyes closed, resting. His tall and slender body was covered by a military overcoat. The charcoal brazier beside him glowed red and occasionally made a "pipa" sound in the air.

The man was fast asleep with his eyes closed, his long, thick eyelashes covering his eyelids. His handsome face had lost its fierceness and gained a touch of dashing charm.

But Zhang, the adjutant, knew that the handsome man before him was no ordinary person.

He once punched a black bear in the eye with one hand while drunk, and once infiltrated enemy territory alone, gaining their trust with fluent Japanese, and even breaking through the enemy camp in one fell swoop.

This incident made the Japanese army so angry that they vowed to take Qin Lizhi's head.

A hefty reward will inevitably attract reckless individuals.

Someone was lying in wait, intending to take Qin Lizhi's life, but he used a Swiss Army knife to cut open Qin Lizhi's eyelids, and his eyeballs rolled to the ground and were crushed by a stomp.

Lost in thought, he moved slightly, causing the gold and silver jewelry inside the sack to make a soft, clinking sound. Even this subtle movement startled the man who was sleeping with his eyes closed.

"Who?"

The moment he looked up, Lieutenant Zhang felt his soul tremble.

Her gaze fell on the man's suddenly tense fingers, gripping the Swiss Army knife, and she flinched, quickly saying...

"Young Marshal, it's me!"