In the imperial capital, in the reception hall of the imperial palace, Xuanyuan Tianzong Elder Tong Wanshan smiled, and he took a long time, drinking water while leisurely tapping the desktop with his right hand.

Next to him, a young man looked a little nervous and asked in a low voice, "Elder, will they agree to our request?"

"Hehe, don't they agree...... With a harsh winter that has not been seen in a hundred years, and a month of heavy snowfall, most of the Qiankun Empire's regions will be affected by spring plowing next year! Our grain is exactly what they need most!" Tong Wanshan said with great confidence.

"That's good!" the young man relaxed a little and sighed, "I really didn't expect that they actually came up with sheep intestines and that kind of big drum that can stimulate the momentum of the soldiers, which made the Dongxuan Kingdom tight! Otherwise, we don't need to come here, next year they will exchange a large amount of supplies for food!"

Tong Wanshan said with a smile: "They can make it better, the value of sheep intestines and drums is much stronger than other materials! Our army's transportation, weapons, and supplies are stronger than theirs, and with these two things, the Qiankun Empire will no longer have any advantages in the future...... More importantly, it can also pose a certain threat to the Orc Alliance!"

The young man nodded, and said, "Elder, but in Pingjun City, I'm afraid it's a little unbearable!"

"Pingjun City is the forefront of the Dongxuan Kingdom, and the materials are extremely rich, if you strictly defend it, the Seventh Army will not be able to take ......it in a short time."

As he spoke, Tong Wanshan turned his head to look outside the hall and said with a smile: "God is helping us, unless they fill it with people and put the entire Seventh Army into it, there will be no food, no fire consumption, cold and hungry, they won't be able to capture Pingjun City at all!"

The young man frowned and said, "But this is an opportunity that the Qiankun Empire has not encountered for many years, what if they really desperately take people to fill it?"

"Hehe!" Tong Wanshan was not worried at all, and said: "This is the second purpose of our negotiations! Let them withdraw their troops......

When the two of Xuanyuan Tianzong were talking in a low voice, the minister in charge of the negotiations was also reporting to the Qiankun Emperor.

"Emperor! The people of Xuanyuan Tianzong asked for a method of making sheep intestines, and they also ...... Let the Seventh Legion withdraw!"

After hearing this, Emperor Qiankun's face sank, and he did not express his opinion, but turned his head to the marshal next to him and asked, "Marshal, what do you think?"

"They are delusional! Sheep gut and snare drum are the advantages of the Imperial army, once they know about it, with their already abundant supplies, we will only be oppressed in the future!"

The marshal's gray hair fluttered, and his eyes were round, and he looked angry.

An old man beside him with a thin figure and an old-fashioned face said at this time: "But if you can't get this food, the empire will face a serious shortage of food next year, and your army will also be affected!"

"The Imperial Capital region, as well as Qi Yueling, are all places where grain is produced, and they are not greatly affected by the severe cold, wind and snow, can't they save other places?"

"Most of the empire is suffering, even if the imperial capital region and Qi Yue receive a bumper harvest, they can't take care of it, and they can't increase taxes!"

At this time, Emperor Qiankun waved his hand, stopped the two of them, and asked: "Marshal, it's been more than twenty days, how is the progress of the Seventh Army there, and how long will it take to capture Pingjun City?"

The marshal said in a deep voice: "We didn't expect that there would be so many supplies and equipment to defend the city in the Ping Army, so the progress was not smooth...... However, Wu Tianfeng wrote that Pingjun City has also reached its limit, as long as the food is sufficient and the soldiers' physical strength is not a problem, they will definitely be able to take it!"

Emperor Qiankun narrowed his eyes and asked, "Where has the grain arrived, and how long will it take to arrive?"

"Heavy snow closes the road!The grain cart is moving very slowly, it has just arrived near Hongyuan City, and it will take twenty days to arrive at the earliest......" The marshal shook his head helplessly.

"Is it so long...... the emperor frowned and pondered for a moment, and said to the minister in charge of the negotiation: "You go and try to fight with the people of Xuanyuan Tianzong, and you can drag it out as long as you can!"

"Yes!" After the minister in charge of the negotiation left, the emperor said to the marshal with a calm face: "Inform Wu Tianfeng, step up the attack, and be sure to take Pingjun City for me!"

The marshal trembled in his heart, nodded, and lamented in his heart, this order of the emperor is to ignore the casualties! It can be expected that how many soldiers of the Seventh Army will die under the city of Pingjun......

Not long after, Tong Wanshan walked out of the imperial reception hall, turned his head to look at the palace behind him, and said with a smile: "Are you delaying time with me, hmph! I have also prepared a big gift for you, and the news of Hongyuan City's distress should come soon, see how you still drag ......"

At the same time, outside the Pingjun City of the Dongxuan Kingdom, there were blood stains everywhere, and the heavens and the earth seemed to be injured, revealing a tragic smell.

In the big tent outside the city, Wu Tianfeng's eyes were red, and his eyes were full of unwillingness. After more than 20 days of bloody battles, countless soldiers were killed and wounded, and the Pingjun City was already far away, but this damn weather blocked the way to deliver food.

"Bang!" Wu Tianfeng couldn't help but be angry, and smashed the table next to him with a punch. There are several great victories in the history of the empire, and he just slipped away from his side, how could he be willing.

"Someone!" Wu Tianfeng shouted.

"Legion Commander!" a pro-soldier sped in.

"How much food is left?" Wu Tianfeng asked in a deep voice.

"Now the soldiers have two meals a day, and they can support it for ten days...... the soldier hesitated for a moment before he said again: "But the temperature has dropped again, and the soldiers are all cold!"

"Hey!" Wu Tianfeng, who had vented, had calmed down, and couldn't help but sigh when he heard the words, can he not be cold if he can't eat enough, he is cold and hungry, and this still makes the soldiers fight, and the snare drum can't inspire momentum.

"Zuihou ten days, if it doesn't work, we must withdraw the army! We can't let all the soldiers die here......" Wu Tianfeng sighed helplessly, although this credit is great, but he can't fill it with the soldiers' lives.

But not long after, the marshal's letter was handed to him, and there were only four words on the white silk: "Be sure to take it!"

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In the Bauhinia Mercenary Group in Hongyuan City, the young master of the Wang family found Mo Hongxian and explained his intention with a smile.

"Miss Mo, I'm afraid the life of the two major restaurants and the steamed bun shop is not easy! Especially the steamed bun shop, but it needs a lot of white noodles, with the current situation in Hongyuan City, I'm afraid it will be difficult to operate normally...... The food in my hand can be sold to you at a reasonable price, what I want, Miss Mo should know!"

The young master of the Wang family smiled proudly, looking like you would definitely cooperate with me, seeing that Mo Hongxian wanted to kick him in the face.

However, Mo Hongxian was helpless that what this soul said was the truth. Although there was similar news before, under the control of Dingbei Hou, the price of grain has been stable, and they have not hoarded food...... Now the bun shop can last for three to five days at most.

"Boss, Brother Jiang is in a hurry!" When Mo Hongxian was depressed, the second brother hurriedly walked over and handed her a piece of white silk.

"Oh!" Mo Hongxian took it and watched it, and when she saw the content, she frowned at first, and after thinking about it, her eyes suddenly lit up, and the corners of her mouth slowly rose up.

After a while, Mo Hongxian put away the white silk, looked up at the young master of the Wang family, and said lightly: "I'm sorry, we can't cooperate, we don't sell the secret recipe......"

"Uh!" The young master of the Wang family was stunned, a little unable to believe his ears, the bun shop was about to close, Mo Hongxian actually refused to cooperate......!

In astonishment, the young master of the Wang family asked, "Don't sell it!"

"Hehe!" Mo Hongxian smiled and said, "It's that I didn't make it clear! It's not that the secret recipe is not sold, we sell everyone else, so we just don't sell it to you!"

"Sample, let you and the old lady have this shame!" Mo Hongxian turned around and walked out, with a comfortable smile on her face, feeling as if her whole body was basking in the warm winter sun, not to mention how comfortable.

The young master of the Wang family was hit in a mess, his brain was confused, and he came out of the Bauhinia mercenary group in a daze, and he couldn't even distinguish the direction, and it took a long time for him to react, and he couldn't help scolding: "Mo Hongxian, I'm @#¥%......"

Compared with the problems of the entire empire, Qingshan Village is peaceful, although the food is consumed quickly, it is still enough to eat for a while, so there is no need to worry. What Jiang Xingchen is thinking about now is the matter of Hongyuan City.

He had long known that the method of making steamed buns called Hanano pheasant would be bought, but he didn't expect it to be used at this time. The idea he gave Mo Hongxian was to ask her to give the secret recipe to the nobles in the city, and the request was that they take out the grain and evaluate and sell it.

Commoners rushed to buy food to make a living, and nobles hoarded food for the purpose of raising prices to make money. Taking this secret recipe and selling it to the outer territory will definitely make a lot of money, much faster than hoarding food and increasing the price, so Jiang Xingchen believes that those nobles should choose the right way.

"Hey, it's just a bit of a loss!" Jiang Xingchen shook his head and sighed. If it weren't for the heavy snow blocking the road and the difficulty of transporting grain, he wouldn't have sent out the secret recipe, and directly let Mo Hongxian take it to the imperial capital and sell it!

"No! I've done such a big favor, I must let Master Hou find a way to help me expand my territory when I turn around!"

Laughing and muttering, Jiang Xingchen remembered the matter of the two major restaurants again! Although they were left with the secret recipe for filling soup dumplings, it was still a little insufficient for the big restaurant! On the contrary, there was no need to worry about the steamed bun shop, it was enough to have porridge and salted mustard gnocchi.

After thinking about it carefully for a moment, Jiang Xingchen suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind, got up quickly, strode out of the house and went straight to Grandma Yun's house, and called Shi Wazi out.

"Sir, it's a strange cold day, what are we doing on the hill, it's windy here!" Shi Wazi asked strangely.

Jiang Xingchen tightened his coat, looked at the ethereal mountains, and asked, "Is there a lake in the mountain?"