The number one spendthrift woman in the capital actually brings glory to her entire family?

Since Sikong Jin made a deal with Tongyun Pavilion in Luoyang last time, it only took a few months to gradually control the market in this region. His initial idea was that he would not have to worry about the army's food supply, but he did not expect to encounter this famine in the Northwest.

"What's the situation at Fengyun Tower?"

Sikong Jin asked in a low voice.

“Miss Ziyuan has reached an agreement with Steward Feng that she will not interfere.”

Hmph, the people at Fengyunlou are all old foxes. They made her raise her share to six percent. With Hilton's current development, Fengyunlou has really gained a huge advantage!

They do absolutely nothing and get all the benefits for free!

"The imperial city should have received news in the next few days that the army will enter the northwest region tomorrow or the day after. Once the ration coupons are issued, you must act quickly. I don't want to be called a corrupt official by those rioters. If there are no mistakes, we may have to use the military rations first, but we are currently running out of rations."

"Yes, sir! I will personally oversee this matter."

Sikong Jin nodded. "Yes, I will leave some soldiers to act as the escort army. After the grain is delivered, we will escort it directly to the south of Mount Yisu. I will be waiting for you there."

"Mount Issu? My lord, although it's not a land of endless ice and snow, isn't the sandstorm there terrifying?"

"Just do as instructed."

"Yes!"

……

Five days later, as expected, the grain release certificate arrived from the capital. Emperor Dayong had secretly reached an agreement with Manager Lin of Hongding Store to purchase 100,000 shi of rice from Fengyun Tower. The grain release certificate issued by Hongding Store was sent to Taizhou City at an express speed of 800 li.

Meanwhile, the negotiators arranged by Asen, who had been waiting in Taizhou City for a long time, quickly dispatched a large escort team to transport this large quantity of grain to Yisu Mountain.

Emperor Dayong would never know that the millions of taels of silver he had painstakingly raised had flowed into Sikong Jin's pocket without anyone noticing, and that the man who had made such a fortune was now happily leading his army southward toward Mount Yisu.

The army entered the northwest region and marched in the direction given by Lord Sikong. Just as they approached the southern part of Mount Yisu, they were met with a raging sandstorm. Fortunately, Lord Sikong found a relatively safe mountain hollow to take shelter from the wind.

At night, the soldiers huddled around the campfire for warmth, enjoying various versions of sailor dances, hula dances, bunny hops, and wrestling and bullfighting games that were spontaneously organized and performed. Many of them were musically inclined, so Sikong Jin simply formed them into an army band, dividing them into several groups. In their spare time, they would put on small shows for the soldiers, and those who performed well would be rewarded.

This action naturally added a lot of fun to the soldiers' monotonous military life.

At this moment, the sounds of various musical instruments such as the xiao, hand drum, and morin khuur mingled together, creating a harmonious and melodious sound. Lord Sikong, sitting by the campfire, also smiled and clapped enthusiastically.

The warm campfire made her face glow red. Amidst the soldiers' chaotic yet enthusiastic dance steps, Sikong Jin clapped her hands rhythmically along with the exciting hand drum.

"Sir, why don't you go up and show everyone what you've got?"

Zhang Feng exchanged a glance with Li Ji, who gestured for everyone to quiet down.

Soon, the soldiers stopped and looked at Sikong Jin with eyes full of hope and longing.

Sikong Jin tugged at her cloak, shrank her neck, and was about to get up to escape to the bathroom when Zhang Feng, who had been by her side for a long time, had figured out her personality and immediately opened his arms to block her way. Li Ji also stepped forward and grabbed Sikong Jin's arm.

"Sir, don't even think about running away. You can't escape tonight, don't you all agree?"

"Yes!"

"Show me your skills, sir!"

The soldiers shouted with boundless pride.

Sikong Jin felt a headache coming on and said in a low voice, "Don't do that, I think I ate something bad tonight..."

"My lord, please don't refuse. I've heard you're skilled in music and all that. Anyway, the soldiers all say you know a lot of things; you seem to know almost everything!"

Someone shouted at the top of their lungs.

Lord Sikong raised an eyebrow. "Who said that? I'm not a god. Even gods have their own strengths, okay? I'm best at fighting. Do you want to fight me?"

As he spoke, Lord Sikong rolled up his sleeves, revealing his fist.

Everyone turned pale with fright.

Wow, look how big the moon is tonight!

"Wow! I think I just saw a huge rat crawl by there!"

"Where? Where? Let me see!"

"Sir, the outhouse is over there. Here's some toilet paper for you!"

A soldier handed the commander a tissue he had just used to wipe his nose...

Soon, the brief silence was broken by the rousing sound of hand drums, and the soldiers resumed their revelry.

Sikong Jin smiled and shook her head, slowly stood up, and silently left, coming to a withered tree not far away that was no longer recognizable as a tree.

"What a group of passionate and fine men! Father, you have led a remarkable army."

Leaning against a tree trunk, Sikong Jin gazed at the soldiers frolicking around the campfire in the distance, and couldn't help but sigh, silently thinking, "It's a pity I couldn't bring them all out. But Father, please rest assured, I will definitely train this army into the most outstanding army on this continent, I will!"

With a long sigh, Sikong Jin suddenly turned her body and looked up at the distant night sky. The sky was overcast with no moonlight. A few lonely, cold stars were casting a cold, dim light on the distant horizon. The cold wind blew incessantly, making the night seem desolate and extremely cold.

"Sir, what are you doing here?"

Suddenly, Li Ji's voice came from behind. Before he finished speaking, he had already arrived behind Lord Sikong.

Lord Sikong abruptly withdrew his gaze, glanced at him, then pointed to the towering snow-capped peaks ahead and said in a deep voice, "Ahead lies Mount Yisu. I have just surveyed the terrain. The mountain valley where we are and the wasteland three miles away will be less affected by the wind and sand due to the mountain's barrier. Moreover, at the foot of the southern part of Mount Yisu lies a large lake, Lake Yisu. Its water is crystal clear year-round and drinkable, and it never freezes. We must build a city on that wasteland in the shortest possible time."

“You are well aware of the situation here. Less than forty miles from here lies a land of famine and disaster. If we build a temporary city here, it might be able to temporarily settle the disaster victims.”