From ancient times to the present, logistics has always been one of the decisive factors restricting operations.

You just can fight again, the gods descend to earth, the world is invincible, there is no food and clothing, how far can you fight?

As the son of the Mi family, Mi Shiyi Lang followed the old family master to the north and south a few years ago, and he has long known this truth.

Look at the first emperor, although his subordinates are related to Zhang Zhimeng, but after the loss of Xuzhou, if it weren't for the money and grain funded by the old master, how could he cheer up again so quickly?

Why do so many generals like to kill prisoners when they go deep into enemy territory? Isn't it because of grain and grass?

If you can't eat enough for yourself, do you still have to raise a group of enemies who are ready to make trouble at any time?

But it doesn't seem to be quite the same now.

In the past, even if it was a caravan of hundreds of people, you could buy grain along the way, but you didn't know how much grain you had to bring, and it was inconvenient.

What's more, in this world, where to buy food along the way?

Look at the present, relying on the favor left by the old master, he got a "militia group" from the imperial court, and then used the identity of the "militia group" to buy the latest military dry food from the imperial court.

With this never-before-seen food, what else do you need along the way? Each person carried a large bag on their backs and ran directly south.

And there are two kinds of this thing, the yellow one smells fragrant, and there is salt in it, and it even has a smell of oil, which is delicious!

There's nothing better than that to eat on the road.

If it weren't for the fact that eating this would kill people, I would be willing to eat a few more pieces. Not to mention those soldiers who have eaten many good things in the first place?

As for the kind of white dry food, it was hard enough to knock out teeth, so it was naturally for prisoners of war.

That's it, it's kind of cheap for them.

If it weren't for the fact that they couldn't carry more food, it would be nice to let them eat some millet mixed with bran and not starve to death.

"I don't know how many people are waiting for labor in Hanzhong, I heard that there are labor in Nanzhong who can farm, and when they get there, one can be worth hundreds of dollars. This white dry food is only ten baht a piece, how much can they eat alone? ”

"So expensive?"

The person who followed behind exclaimed slightly, "When we went south, didn't we say that we were only seventy?" ”

"That was the price two months ago, we went to the south for two months without news, just now I inquired, and it has gone up early. Fifteen a month, hey! ”

Mi Shiyi Lang said with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "This trip is worth it." ”

When many people in the back heard this, they couldn't help but swallow their saliva, and then looked at the black prisoner of war in front of them, and their eyes showed an extremely bright light.

"One laborer is a hundred," the man who began to grunt turned his head to look south, "how many barbarians must be there?" ”

"It's a laborer who can plough," Mi Shishilang corrected, "like the servants in the south, it's only sixty yuan, and as for those Hu people who can only graze in the north, they can only pay fifty yuan." ”

"That's worth it!"

"Just a laborer has to spend so much money, and the grain can't rise in these years, how long will it take to return to the capital?"

"You know a sac!"

Mi Shiyi Lang scolded, "The land in Hanzhong, which is called the inheritance of the inheritance, is worth whatever it costs." ”

"Besides, now that there are eight oxen plows, turning over with a bang, compared with before, the grain that comes out is like a white one, where is the loss?"

"Eleventh brother, I heard that the Hu people in the north also know how to farm."

"So what? Most of the people on our side are Di people. Although it is mixed with a little Qiang people, it is mainly herding. As for the further north, it is Liangzhou, where the Qiang people have a lot of farming, but we can't go there. ”

Mi Shiyi Lang can be the leader of the Mi family's southward militia this time, so he naturally has some insight.

The news of the increase in the price of labor made the people in the Mijia militia extremely happy.

At the moment, he called the man to boil the water and dry it quickly, and then put the water in the water bladder. He didn't drink it at first, but he went to the river to wash his hands, and then gave one of them a piece of dry food.

The prisoners of war who were thirsty had to drink water from the water bladders that had been prepared for them.

"Don't say it, although I don't understand the reason for doing this, but along the way, not many people get sick, which is really a miracle."

After arranging the prisoners of war, some of the militia members were on guard, and some of them began to eat.

"I don't understand either."

Mi Shiyi Lang shook his head and sighed, "There are capable people in the court." ”

"I remember when I was a child, I followed my old master from north to south and from east to west. Not to mention those who died of starvation, just those who died of illness, let alone three or four out of ten, even if all of them died, it is not unheard of. ”

"So this time, I just thought that five or six of the ten people could be left to go to Hanzhong, that is, thank God. I didn't expect to come back all the way and do what the court said, although it was a little troublesome, but there were few people who got sick, which was really rare. ”

Hearing this, someone immediately gloated and said, "When I entered the city, I heard that the Ma family didn't do that because they were troublesome, and the captured people were sick a lot, and after returning to Pingyi County, there were not a few left." ”

"Not only that, they even got sick a few of their own people, and in the end, if they hadn't met Li Langjun, the son of the governor, and the entourage with them knew how to save them, I'm afraid they wouldn't even be able to enter this city."

"There are many plagues in war-torn lands, and if a man who comes back from the south gets sick, who knows if it is a plague? The court said that such a thing could prevent the plague, and that must have made sense. Whoever is troublesome is afraid of their own long life. ”

Mi Shiyi Lang snorted, "The plague is coming, who can escape?" It was right not to let them into the city. The leader of the Ma family, when he returned to Jincheng this time, was afraid that he would not be able to eat good fruits. ”

Just as they were chatting and laughing, full of excitement and thinking about how much reward they would get when they went back this time, they saw a few more people walking on the road ahead.

Mi Shiyilang's camp was set up on the flat ground by the roadside, and when the people walked to the side of the camp, one of them came over, saluted and asked, "Dare to ask which one is in charge?" ”

"I am, I wonder what's the matter with this brother?"

Mi Shiyi Lang stood up, returned a salute, and asked.

The person who came had a dark face and looked like a person from the south, but he spoke Chinese fluently, and it looked like he should be a Han person from the south.

"That's right, our brothers are from Yongchang County and have never been here. May I ask if this is ruled by Li Dudu, Pingyi County? ”

When Mi Shiyi Lang heard that these people were actually from Yongchang County, he immediately stood in awe, "Exactly." Ahead is the county seat of Pingyi. ”

There are four counties in Nanzhong, and the three counties are all opposed, only Yongchang County is alone, not afraid of the rebels around it, and sticks to the Han Festival, which is really admirable.

Therefore, when Mi Shiyi Lang saw that these people came from the south, and they were dressed as Han people, and then heard that they were from Nanchang County, he believed five or six points in his heart.