When Xu Shiyang escorted the large convoy to Juzhou City, it was already dark.

Standing at the ruins of a section of the city wall, you can clearly see the northwest corner occupied by the Fan family, which is brightly lit, and some fort people with weapons such as pitchforks, wooden guns, and sickles are standing on the wall of the dock fort, nervously watching the movements of the Xu family's army.

Obviously, the entire city wall of the Dock Fort has been mobilized there.

It stands to reason that as two local tycoons who were also harassed by Fulai Mountain, even if the Fan family didn't eat pot pulp, they should at least be happy with the Xu family's military operations.

However, they showed great vigilance against the Xu family.

This is the way of the world, unless the relationship between the two parties is very close (such as having in-laws), the attitude of the powerful dock to the weak dock is not much friendlier than that of the bandits.

If there is a chance, Xu Shiyang's father and uncle will probably not mind taking the Fan family to replenish the supplies and population before conquering Fulai Mountain.

Xu Shiyang shook his head, the deeper the vigilance between the local forces of the Han people, the more unfavorable it would be to his future plans, and in the future, before he had the strength to expel the Tartars, he would have to launch a series of unification wars against the local Han forces.

It would be the last thing he wanted to fight, but he had to fight.

……

I don't know if it's because the Fan family is tightly defended, or if the old men don't want to cause another incident before the big war, anyway, although the atmosphere between the two sides was tense this night, there was no real conflict.

After dawn, the Fan family also saw that Xu Jiajun didn't have the intention of making trouble for them, so they were obviously a little lax.

Early in the morning, an elder of the Fan family and a few small servants led two mule carts to bring the supplies of the "labor army" to Xu Jiajun - sorghum cakes, salted wild vegetable soup, and some chickens, ducks and poultry eggs (the last two were specially prepared for the owners of Xujiabao).

Although there is no meat and wine, you can eat freshly steamed sorghum cakes and wild vegetable soup with a warm smell in the morning, which is quite good for the people who are semi-starved all year round.

Xu Shiyang himself divided a roast chicken and two cooked duck eggs, he roughly weighed the weight of the chicken with his hands, it may only be a little more than two catties, it smells very good, but it is a pity that it is too thin.

People are like this, in the last life, Xu Shiyang was extremely disgusted with those carnivorous chickens that were fattened by feed, and he even felt that eating that kind of chicken tasted similar to eating paper directly.

But after staying in this era for a long time, he began to miss those fat carnivorous chickens again—at least they were full of portions and could be munched on!

"Lao Li!"

Xu Shiyang called Carpenter Li, who was in charge of the baggage team, and handed him the roast chicken:

"Have someone chop it up and add it to everyone's soup."

"Hey, what a ......, huh?" Carpenter Li almost didn't react: "Young master, don't you eat meat?" ”

"Why don't you eat it? Bring me a bowl of vegetable soup, too, and there will be meat in it? Xu Shiyang said generously: "By the way, send these two duck eggs to the medical team and tell them to think of a way, everyone must have a little." ”

Compare hearts to hearts, since we can't share happiness now, then at least we must share suffering.

Gongsun Sheng, Li Carpenter and other managers in the dock fort also had additional meals, which were almost at the level of a bowl of steamed cakes with a piece of fat added to it.

After Carpenter Li quietly told several captains of Xu Shiyang's request, they got together and discussed with each other for a while, feeling that Xu Shiyang's action was very meaningful and worthy of emulation.

Besides, if a few of their subordinates eat better than Xu Shiyang, they will seem to be a little overstepping, which is not the truth of "being a minister".

So, everyone contributed a delicate breakfast and shared it with the soldiers.

……

A fifteen-year-old soldier stared at the wooden bowl in his hand with wide eyes, wondering if he hadn't slept well yesterday, so much so that he couldn't even see what the food was early in the morning.

He rubbed his eyes vigorously with his free arm and rubbed his ...... again.

Well, it seems that you read that right, there are indeed a lot of oil stars floating in the bowl.

"Wow...... there's meat to eat today!"

Another militiaman beside him couldn't help but praise loudly, this person had just taken a sip of soup and was chewing a piece of chicken in his mouth.

"Uh-huh...... delicious! Hmmm......, it's so fragrant! ”

"And the bread, go get it!" Another familiar militiaman said eagerly: "If it's too late, there will be no more!" ”

"One loaf per person, how can there be none?"

"Hey, you don't know, the young master gave us all his meat and steamed cakes, and there is only a small piece of it per person, and it will be gone when it is finished!"

"Huh?"

Hearing this, the militiamen hurried to the baggage soldiers who were dividing the cakes, and were about to squeeze forward, but were driven out by several half-grown children waving wooden sticks.

"Queue up!" A pro-soldier shouted loudly: "The young master has an order, those who don't line up won't have bread to eat!" ”

A few dizzy guys looked around, only to find that the militia in Bentun were all under the supervision of the pro-soldiers, honestly waiting in line to share the food.

The militiamen who were queuing up in Bentun were all tilting their heads to look at a few of them, and their expressions seemed to be looking at a group of old hats who didn't know how to be polite.

Although they were also clamoring just now and wanted to get the steamed cake first (only a small bite, but this is a real fine noodle after all, naturally everyone is rare), and they barely lined up after being beaten by Xu Shiyang's own soldiers, but this did not prevent them from despising their later partners.

"Hurry up, hurry up." A clever militiaman shouted to his companions in front: "Hurry up and take the cakes and divide the soup, there is meat in the soup today!" ”

"Wow~~~!"

It was really astonishing news, the militia who came first to receive the bread was surprised, the crowd in line was in an uproar, everyone wanted to get the bread as soon as possible to drink the broth, and a group of pro-soldiers rushed up and desperately maintained discipline .......

It was not easy to finish distributing this morning's meal, and the militiamen were talking and laughing with the rare exquisite food, sitting with their familiar neighbors, preparing to start the meal.

"Wait a minute, everyone!"

Xu Er stood on a high place and shouted at the militiamen of the 15th Tun:

"Today, everyone has meat in the soup and white flour cakes in their hands, is it delicious!"

"Delicious!" 200 The militia of Fifteen Tun replied in unison.

"Don't patronize the delicious, but you must know that the meat you eat today, the white flour steamed cakes, are all distributed to you by our castle master! He's eating the same as you all today! ”

The scene was quieter.

Someone looked at the food in their hands thoughtfully.

Those who were closer to Xu Shiyang looked at the young castle lord and watched him eat sorghum cakes with the same wild vegetable soup as them.

"I tell you, it was the castle lord who insisted on beating the Tartars and not giving them women, so as to keep your mother-in-law and daughter-in-law! Today it is the lord of the castle who gives you his flesh! Don't forget your roots! ”