Kapitel 312: If Chu Tianbao Is the Young General, Wouldn't He Be Marshal Gu's Son?

There was a well beside the camp. The soldiers usually collected their water there.

Cui Lingyi got someone to get some well water and boiled it to make oolong tea.

Everyone sat on the grass and looked at the blue sky, white clouds, and round sun in the distance with a satisfied smile.

The soldiers beside them were also eagerly cooking.

Before the meal was ready, their eyeballs already looked like they were about to fall into the pot.

The team was going to set off early the next morning. Bai Wutong would leave them some more food. In two days, the food from the caravan store and the stir-fried rice from the Syrians would be transported over.

Bai Wutong had paid for these herself. The southern frontier still did not have any earnings yet, but they already owed them a huge sum.

However, thinking about the jade mines and oil in the southern frontier, this amount of money was just a drop in the bucket.