In the middle of the fifth day of August, the golden crow is rising, and the weather is fine. Cui Chongyu, the general of the Great Sui, led 100,000 troops to fight against the Turks, accompanied by the generals in the army, as well as the king of Shu and the prince of Shu, the prince of Huai, and the eight Langjun of Wenjiatong martial arts.

Mu Fushu didn't go, because the logistics were handed over to her.

It's not that the hundreds of carts of food and grass that followed them are enough, and at the same time as they go on an expedition, they need a steady stream of logistical supplements, and this position of quartermaster can only be fulfilled by Mu Fushu.

After all, the king of Shu still succumbed to the Turks. He still wants to make a last stand, maybe to earn back face on the battlefield? Although this hope is slim.

Three wireless birds were taken away by San Lang, and the other three were left behind by Mu Fu. She didn't know if it would work after thousands of miles, but at least she had to try. If Xiaoniao can't "spread the sound for thousands of miles", she still has Dapeng, and the connection with Saburo will not be broken.

Before San Lang left, Mu Fushu prepared a car of space water and medicine for him, as long as he didn't die on the spot, he would have a chance to live with those. They will not use more gunpowder on this expedition, because this time they are going as invaders, and it is against heaven and earth to use explosives again, even Yang Weng and Cui Chongyu do not approve of it. Therefore, only 300 of those explosives were brought, but five trebuchets were bringed, and they were very lethal when thrown from a distance.

A day after the large army set out, Mu Fushu and San Lang talked with wireless birds in the evening. At this time, they were about eighty miles apart, and the conversation was fast and clear.

Because of the lack of war horses, the horses in Mu Fushu's space can't be taken out casually, after all, too many are also eye-catching. The speed of the march of the large army was not fast, and it was only more than 100 miles a day at most, so it would take at least 20 days to reach the steppe where the Turks lived.

After the army was raised, the weather also improved, and it was no longer hot and unbearable. Mu Fushu first ordered Steward Li to inquire if there was anyone who wanted to buy the field, and bought it regardless of whether it was good or bad, and then took out sweet potatoes, potatoes, corn and other seeds and began breeding. And widely posted notices in the city, those who are willing to grow high-yield new grain can die in the Grange to receive grain seeds, which set off a wave of enthusiasm in the city for a while. Almost everybody is talking about it. Some well-informed people knew that there was a kind of high-yield grain called sweet potatoes in Shudi, which was the kind on the notice, so in less than three days, the newly bought Zhuangzi by Steward Li was already crowded with people.

Mu Fu's busy feet don't touch the ground, and she is the only one who does the breeding business, and everything outside is on the surface. And the ones in the space should also be moved out. Every night, the time on the phone with Saburo is getting longer and longer, and as the distance gets farther and farther, the interval between the bird's replies is getting longer and longer. Fortunately, they have plenty of food and grass. There were no dangers along the way.

On August 14, San Lang apologized on the phone that he couldn't celebrate her birthday this year, and said that she would be able to marry next year. He didn't say that Mu Fushu had forgotten that tomorrow was her birthday, and she was about to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival alone, San Lang, Yang Weiai, and Yang Weng were not around, and even the Lin family and Ah Zhu were far away in Shu.

The ancients still attached great importance to the Mid-Autumn Festival, and early in the morning, there were people who came to ask for instructions on what regulations to celebrate today's festival. Mu Fushu thought for a moment. Are you going to make mooncakes?

Ever since she came here, she has been in a famine, and of course, this does not include her who has a golden finger. But ordinary people have not been able to eat enough for several years. Even if this Luoyang City is prosperous, it is only a few people who starve to death.

took someone to her "private warehouse" and brought out various raw materials of flour and corn flour, and took out the recipe without paying attention to the recipe and saw the method of making moon cakes, and the oven was not available. There is an oven. I found an earthen oven from a family that made cooking cakes, and I don't know how it works.

Mu Fushu plans to make ordinary ham mooncakes and mooncakes with sesame stuffing or bean paste filling. Like fruit filling, egg yolk filling, and snowy moon cakes, it's better to use the oven in the space.

The wisdom of the ancients is still very high, under the guidance of Mu Fushu half-hanging, after a few failures, he really made Suzhou-style moon cakes, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and the lard was put a lot, fragrant and fresh. The more he did it, the more proficient he became, he only hated that the oven was not enough, and the shrewd subordinate actually planned to make a big oven in the big kitchen, and Mu Fushu also tossed them around, and only took the good-looking people and sent them to Ayi Pasha and Wenfu Cui Mansion respectively.

By the end of the Shen period, the kitchen had already made five or six hundred mooncakes. The next two people only divided one or two hundred, and the rest of the overnight was not good, so Mu Fushu asked Chunmian Chunxiao to hug the qin and take a big basket and pack it outside the house to distribute it to the people who passed by.

Although Luoyang City is better than other cities, there are many people who can't eat enough. Generally, beggars will not be allowed to come in at the gate of the city lord, but the city lord of Luoyang City is not there, and after the Turkic battle, the soldiers under the King of Shu and Cui Chongyu will take over the work of the city gate, and the screening of the people who enter and exit the city gate is not strict, and San Lang also made it clear that he is not allowed to collect fees for entering the city, and after a period of time, the shadow of beggars began to appear in the city.

To say that the most beggars are in the west of the city, where the common people are the majority, although there are many high-ranking families in the south and north of the city, and there is money and food, but they will not open the door when they are idle, and the beggars will not be able to ask for food when they go there, but the east and west of the city are all merchants or small families with small assets, and they are still willing to give some food when they see beggars.

Mu Fushu was watching a few people who were said to be ovens busy in the kitchen, and Chunmian stumbled in, panting and said, "Outside...... Mooncake ...... Gone...... More and more people ......"

No way? When did there be so many pedestrians at the gate of Shizi's Mansion? Mu Fushu followed Chunmian out to take a look, and was also taken aback.

It turned out that I didn't know which lucky little beggar happened to pass by here, saw someone handing out delicious cakes, took two and ran back to inform the others, so in less than a quarter of an hour, almost the entire beggar in Luoyang City got the news, and all flocked here.

Fortunately, these beggars are used to begging, know the rules, and are not noisy, so they squat outside the gate and look at the empty baskets in the hands of a few girls.

They were so frightened that they stood still and didn't dare to move. Spring sleep is lively, and I know how to run in to find the master.

When Mu Fushu came out, he saw that there were no less than three or four hundred people in front of him, and almost the entire street was full, and there were bold passers-by who were persuading them to leave, telling them that this was Yunyun, the mansion of the prince and the county lord......

But where do the beggars know what the prince of the county is? They only knew that there was food here, and they refused to leave what they didn't get.

Mu Fushu looked at these unclothed, decent, yellow-skinned people, who were even more miserable than the refugees he bought at the beginning. Most of them are old and weak, women and children, and strong men have joined the army, and those who join the army are looking for a way to survive, and the rest are old people and children who can't support themselves.

Mu Fushu remembered that in her previous life, she hated seeing people asking for food, because many of them were people who pretended to be disabled for not working, and she had also seen them use the latest Apple mobile phones, they were taxi in and out, and begging was a job. She strongly despises those people, even if she goes to pick up waste and sell it, she won't starve to death!

But people in this era are different. There are no shops and factories in later generations, no scrap collection stations, and no relief shelters.

The moon cakes are still being made, but Mu Fushu doesn't plan to give them moon cakes to eat, after all, their stomachs have been empty for too long, and eating this greasy moon cake is likely to cause stomach trouble. The weather is hot, and the smell of these people is also very strong, Mu Fushu repeatedly told sù that he still couldn't help it, so he only shrank into the door, and commanded loudly: "Hug the qin, let Mama Qin take someone to boil vegetable and meat porridge, thicker, and if you get it, take it to the door and share it." ”

The beggars heard a small commotion, and Mu Fushu frowned and said, "It's hot, make them some herbal tea." ”

Baoqin had already run away, and Chunmian ran in and ordered someone to make herbal tea.

Mu Fushu glanced at the old and young in front of the door, although the current sun is not poisonous, but the road surface is still steaming after a day, both sides are houses, not even a tree, Mu Fushu sighed, turned around and entered the yard, and poured some space well water into the herbal tea pot unprepared, hoping that those people would not get sick, this kind of day is especially contagious.

The beggars waited quietly, first drinking herbal tea, and then warm porridge with vegetables and meat.

Mama Yue, who is in charge of the kitchen, is a kind-hearted person, the porridge is very thick, Mama Qin is a little worried that the food is not enough, after all, no one is rich at this time, and she helps so many beggars at once, Mama Yue is also afraid that she will not be able to accept this matter at the beginning, to be honest, these old and weak women and children can't do any work, can you still make the county lord raise it for nothing?

As soon as Mu Fushu finished listening to Mama Qin's pertinent advice, Steward Li hurriedly ran in and said, "County Lord, a large group of people came outside, saying that the eldest princess had arrived." ”

Eldest princess, is it Yang Weiai?

Mu Fu got up and ran out. The beggars outside the door had already eaten, but they did not leave, but they scattered on both sides to leave a road, and there were hundreds of people standing in the middle, and the first one was Chen Kunnian, the commander of the eldest princess's mansion.

Chen Kunnian saluted Mu Fushu, Mu Fushu looked back, and saw Yang Weiai wearing a red beard and boots, and was getting off the carriage surrounded by Xihui and Xizhen.

Mu Fushu was surprised and delighted, and grabbed Yang Weiai's hand with a happy face: "A-Niang, A-Niang!" ”

Yang Weiai also smiled, looked at her carefully, and affirmed: "Thin!" ”

Then he looked at the beggars huddled in front of the door and frowned, "Who are these?" What to do here? ”

Mu Fu hurriedly explained: "It's a beggar in the city, I just gave porridge." ”

Yang Weiai looked sad: "I couldn't see a beggar in Luoyang City before. ”

Chen Kunnian hesitated when he heard this: "Eldest princess, these are also poor people......

Yang Weiai glanced at him: "I didn't say that I wanted to drive them away." ”

After speaking, he squeezed his eyes at Mu Fushu: "My eldest lady is very capable, it's okay to feed these people, right?" ”

Mu Fushu smiled: "Well, it's not possible to eat my food for nothing, I want to find some work for them when I look back." ”

The mother and daughter hugged each other into the house, and the beggar behind them knelt on the ground, and those who heard Mu Fushu's words nearby kowtowed with tears. (To be continued) R655