The next day, Shi Xiangyun came, and when he heard that Jia Lu was going to the border, he inevitably complained.

But it can only be a complaint, it's not worth it for Jia Lu, and nothing can be changed.

Since Baoyu was beaten last time, Mrs. Wang instructed Wang Xifeng to find a few disobedient mothers-in-law who were ruthlessly sent out from the head.

Everyone knows that this is the gossip that they have spread too much recently.

Killing an example will have some effect at any time, although the gossip is still spreading, but everyone is more careful, and they dare not easily spread the words to the ears of the masters and grandmothers.

For most people, the news that Jia Lu was going to the border was just a momentary conversation, and the heat gradually lost in the past.

Worshipping ancestors, New Year, visiting relatives and friends, eating, drinking and having fun, all the people in Jiafu have to be busy with their own things.

I didn't realize that the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month had passed, and it was the day of the start of school in Guozijian.

A month has passed, and there is no news of the court's conscription of Xungui's children to enlist in the army, and everyone seems to have forgotten about this matter, even Jia Lu has forgotten, and still returned to the country to study.

"The Legend of the Fairy Tree"

Xiangxuezhai also finished its annual leave and opened.

In the quiet room at the back, Li Zhaoyue first complained to Baochai, saying how hard it was in the New Year, and all kinds of entertainment were annoying, as if the two were close friends who had known each other for many years.

Finally, Jia Lu came, put the burden he was carrying on the table, and made the sound of wood colliding.

"I've seen the Ninth Princess, Sister Bao is good." Garusch said.

Baochai hurriedly got up and returned the salute, but Li Zhaoyue sat still, pointed to the burden on the table and asked, "But is the compressed military ration that I said last time done?" ”

"Exactly, princess, please take a look." Jia Lu said as he opened the baggage, which contained several brick-sized pieces wrapped in oily hemp paper.

Li Zhaoyue took a piece and checked it, but it had a bit of weight.

Tear open the paper on the outside, and inside is an angular cuboid, and smell the aroma of some rice and wheat.

"This thing...... Can you eat it? Li Zhaoyue looked at the ginger brick in his hand suspiciously and asked.

"I can eat it."

Jia Lu also dismantled a piece, threw the wrapping paper on the table, and took out a delicate small hammer out of nowhere, and smashed the compressed military rations in a few clicks.

"Taste it." Jarry made a gesture of please.

Li Zhaoyue looked at the broken pieces on the table with some disgust, and then looked at the hammer in Jia Lu's hand, and was not in the mood to taste it at all.

Baochai also looked disgusted.

When Jia Lu saw it, he twisted a piece and threw it in his mouth and chewed it.

"Hey! How can you really eat it! Li Zhaoyue almost wanted to stop it.

"Originally, it was made to eat, if you don't eat it, will you keep it and build a house?" Jia Lu said as he chewed.

Li Zhaoyue hesitated, then pinched a small piece and put it in his mouth, frowning and chewing twice.

I wanted to spit it out and watched Jia Lu eat it, but I swallowed it forcibly: "This is too unpalatable!" ”

"Unpalatable?"

Jia Lu sneered, swallowed the food in his mouth, and took a sip of tea before saying:

"Do you think the soldiers on the front line can eat the delicacies of the mountains and seas every day like you? It's nice to be able to eat this.

I asked, and in the barracks, millet porridge, rice rice, tempeh, and miso are generally eaten.

It's good to be able to eat fresh vegetables or a bowl of broth every once in a while.

When fighting, if conditions permit, each person will be given a few pot helmets and a few pieces of meat. ”

"What's a pot helmet?" Li Zhaoyue asked.

"Such a large bread, dry and hard, hung around the neck with a rope for two eyes, and sometimes even against a bow and arrow, like armor.

And because it is round like a pot lid, it is called a pot helmet. Jia Lu explained.

"Can block bows and arrows...... Can you bite it? ”

"It should be about the same hardness as this compressed military ration. Don't measure the front line sergeants by your standards.

I'm so hungry, let alone this, even the leather armor will be cut and cooked and eaten! ”

Jia Lu poured the tea of the two of them again, brought it hot, and made two bowls of lakes and lakes with the dregs of military rations for them.

"You see, if you have the conditions, it will be a bowl of lake soup when you cook it in a big pot, and it tastes much better than dry food."

Looking at Huhu in the teacup, the two of them looked disgusted.

Baochai hesitated for a moment but decided to give Jia Lu a face, scooped a small sip with a spoon and tasted it carefully and said:

"It's a little similar to tea soup, and the taste is okay."

Jia Rui sneered and said, "Why don't you eat minced meat!"

This military ration is fried with rice and flour, mixed with peanuts, walnuts and pressed, as well as salt and sugar, which is a rare delicacy for ordinary Qiu Ba.

I'm here to take care of you two girls to give this piece of good military rations.

In addition, there is a low-profile version here, do you want to try it? ”

As he spoke, he picked up another piece, and Li Zhaoyue saw that there was still handwriting on the package, only to see that it said "Military Rations No. 5" on it.

"What's the difference between this No. 5 military ration and what you eat now?" Li Zhaoyue asked.

Jia Lu said: "No. 1 is the one I eat now, and the raw materials are the best, and No. 5 is naturally the worst, which is made of millet ground into powder."

You don't have to frown, it's already good for the big-headed soldiers on the front line to eat enough every day.

If the Mongolian Tatars had this to eat every day, they would not have come to burn, kill and loot. ”

Li Zhaoyue frowned and said, "Is the food really that bad?" So where is the strength to fight? ”

Jia Lu said: "Therefore, if we talk about the quality of individual soldiers, the combat effectiveness of the border army is not as good as that of the Mongols who grew up eating meat and drinking milk. ”

"That'...... How can I make my border army defeat the Mongol Tatars? Let them eat meat and drink milk too? ”

Jia Lu sneered: "Even if there is so much silver, it will not reach the hands of the big soldiers if it is sent by the imperial court." That's not something I can worry about.

That's it, if it can be done properly, I think it can already solve a lot of problems for the imperial court.

Whether it is a peaceful year or a real war, it is a good thing to reduce the cost of military food transportation. ”

After that, he took out a stack of papers and said, "I have sorted out several proportions of compressed military rations and cooking and pressing methods here."

There is also a sketch of the pressure machine, but this machine is just for reference.

After all, I made it up in a hurry, just using a simple leverage principle.

There is no shortage of skilled craftsmen in the Dayu Dynasty, as long as you use a little dim sum, you will definitely be able to make a more convenient and labor-saving machine than me.

That is, the mold is strong enough and the pressure is strong enough. ”

Li Zhaoyue took it and flipped it casually and smiled: "I really can't see it, it turns out that you can still draw, why can't I understand this picture?" ”

Jia Lu said: "You will naturally understand it when you show it to professional craftsmen. Otherwise, you can go to me and directly move the machine away and study it. ”

"Okay, I'll take it back and show it to the Emperor." Li Zhaoyue packed the paper and military rations again, but the noodles and lakes soaked in the teacup did not move at all.

To tell the truth, she was a little disappointed with this unpalatable and ugly military ration.

She thought that what Jia Lu had made would definitely be eye-catching, but who would have thought that this would be the case.

After sending Li Zhaoyue away, Baochai hesitated for a moment and asked, "You want to go to the army...... Don't you really tell the Ninth Princess? ”

"Don't say it, what does it do?" Jia Lu smiled slightly.