The cool well water swept away the fatigue and stuffiness of the morning, and because of this, the hunger in the stomach also spread little by little.

  However, the lunch they ate at noon was not the same rice as usual—the food they had consumed all the way and the part they had given to the Hayato villagers had finally run out, and despite the silver in their hands, Zhangzhou did not actually have any spare to sell to the group because they did not produce rice itself and there were many nobles who loved to eat rice.

  The rice stocks in the restaurants and inns were basically depleted every day and needed to be purchased from Taizhou, and the group who originally wanted to replenish the rice searched for it, and in the end only the black merchants were willing to sell them at twice the market price.

  1 bucket of rice is 1200 Wen, and it costs 1 tael of silver to pay a little more. Buying 10 buckets is calculated according to 1 bucket and 1 tael, which is 1000 yuan. A team of more than a dozen people has only enough to eat for 4 days with 2 taels of silver, and spending 1 tael of gold is 10 taels of silver, and it can only buy a share for 20 days. Spending nearly a year's income on less than a month's worth of food is a bit too expensive.

  Even if Qingtian's family is rich and rich, it is clear that people want to take advantage of the fire to rob and kill you, if you pay it back, it is not simply rich, but stupid.

  I can't eat what I always love to eat, and the high-ranking samurai who know how to restrain themselves are still a little dissatisfied, not to mention Yajiro, who seems to them to be quite pampered. It's just that when Old Qiao and Ming Hai looked at the little young master worriedly, he rarely took the initiative to speak: "Since that's the case, let's buy chestnut rice." ”

  The rations were replaced with cheap yellow rice, because it was a commoner item that the nobles did not like to eat, and it could be grown nearby, so the amount was large and full.

  Although the ashigaru people have some regrets, they still eat yellow rice most of the time, so they are quite adaptable to returning at the moment.

  The iron pot was erected, and then the yellow rice was placed in a wooden basin and washed with a cool mountain spring from the well. When washing millet, it is very different from rice, and they do not wash it by hand but only gently stir it with a spoon, after which the impurities that float up are discarded, but they are not directly put into the pot.

  Yellow rice is smaller than rice and tends to stick to the pan, so it is washed and poured out of the water and set aside. Boil the pot over high heat until the water boils, then pour in the yellow rice and stir slightly with a spoon to avoid sticking to the pan. After a while, use a wooden stick to remove the large pieces of firewood from the bottom of the pot, change it to a simmer, cover it and start simmering.

  It took a lot of time to cook the yellow rice for a dozen servings, but fortunately, Ashigaru, who was in charge of handling the food, had a good grasp of the heat, and it was a blessing for the others that they did not defect and were not killed in the previous encounter.

  This statement sounds a bit cruel, as if it is not a pity for others to die. But no matter how ornate the rhetoric is, no matter how much fairness is emphasized, the value of human beings is still unequal. Those who are indispensable to others are bound to be more cherished than those who are dispensable, and it is a pity to lose a person who can cook a good pot of rice than to lose a high-ranking samurai who can only point fingers.

  - Words go back to the original place.

  By the time everything else was taken care of and ready to be repaired here, the yellow rice was ready to boil.

  Smaller grains than rice have a big difference in taste, and it can be quite strange for those who are not used to it. And because the side dishes and non-staple foods are also consumed a lot, the side dishes that I started in Ziyun are also very different from before.

  The nameless sauce made by fermenting soybeans mixed with salt has a unique flavor and retains larger particles compared to miso and soy sauce. The missionaries from Rigal frowned at the smell and resisted, but they took it anyway because of hunger. Henry, Mira, who were born as mercenaries, and Galeva, who came from a low-class commoner, were very acceptable, compared to the samurai and the lady of the Doctor, who were members of the upper class of the people, looked at these common people with amazement on their faces.

  A bowl of yellow rice, then scoop a spoonful of sauce bibimbap and take a bite. If you're lucky, you'll find pickled radish chips or fresh wild vegetables, and if you're living by the sea, you'll change it to seaweed. This is the daily home-cooked meal that is common to farmers and lower-class ashigaru.

  There are no big fish and meat, and dried fish and the like can only be eaten occasionally, especially during the march, only yellow rice and sauce can be eaten.

  Dried chestnuts can withstand long marches, and fermented sauces with a lot of salt added to them are not a problem to store in stoneware jars for a year and a half.

  This is the staple food of the bottom and people in most areas, and people who go out will use such a simple combination to solve the problem of food and clothing if they have the conditions to bring a pot. If you don't have the conditions to bring a pot, you can use thin biscuits made of chestnut rice or potato flour with fresh water belly.

  Simple, no tricks, but can be full.

  It's a lot simpler than before, but after all, it's on the road, and the hunger has finally taken the advantage, and the pot of yellow rice is finally wiped out in silence.

  After finishing lunch, the samurai excitedly brought out another thing they had purchased before leaving Shiyun - sake in a small clay pot.

  Rice is in short supply, but there is a large stock of liquor made from rice. This strange imbalance is the proof that this province was set up for the children of the nobility to waste their lives, relying on the supply of grain-producing areas, so that the money in the hands of these samurai children who have nowhere to go and no place to display their talents is consumed and circulated in the society of the Moon Country.

  Compared to Rigalese wine and Rohan spirits, sake with a slight content is not drunk even when drunk in water by the standards of a foreigner.

  But for people with a low amount of alcohol, a few drinks are enough to make them drunk.

  However, he started drinking just after noon, and he looked as decadent as those young warriors of Ziyun.

  But after running all the way and working hard all the way, he finally had some restraint and didn't get drunk in one go, so Narumi turned a blind eye to it, and even poured a glass himself.

  The hot sun shines on the ground in front of the temple, and sitting in the shade under the eaves, the mountain breeze blows and looks at the endless scenery in the distance.

  In the middle of summer, the emerald green leaves rustle in the wind, and the creatures of white cranes, unique to Crescent Island, fly in a row into the blue sky in the distance.