Capítulo 22: The Sword and the Hero
In the evening, Zhan Chengyin returned to the General's Mansion from the military camp.
At this time, it was rare to see skinny people lying on the roadside waiting to die.
Occasionally, there were a few lonely people who could not walk, and they would be pulled up by their fellow villagers and supported to queue up for porridge.
Uncle Li was kind-hearted. He arranged for people to distribute porridge, and there were two pots specially for the hungry people who could not stand up.
They could drink it as soon as they arrived.
After two days of distributing porridge, everyone in the city could drink it.
Today, the people not only received a bowl of porridge, but also a piece of watermelon.
Ye Mumu sent too many watermelons, and a pit had been dug and placed in the cellar.
I don't know how long they can be stored in the cellar, so they took them out and cut them up to share. The people saw that the general not only distributed porridge but also gave away watermelons!
The smarter people thought that Zhenguan would no longer be short of food, and watermelons could be given to the people of the whole city.
Today, many men were recruited to join the army.
Two thousand people were recruited in one day.
This group of people also had a try-it mentality. They saw that they could get four pounds of rice, one pound of flour, and two pounds of vegetables according to the notice...
These two thousand people had many people in their families and were starving. Even if they wanted to make porridge, they had to queue for several hours. So they simply joined the army.
As a result, there were really four pounds of clean white rice, one pound of polished flour, two pounds of fresh vegetables, and a small bag of white salt.
And they could get one every month.
Queuing for porridge is not a long-term solution. The ready-made rice in hand is the currency circulating in the market, and you can't buy it even if you have money.
The next day, there was a long queue at the conscription office, and five thousand people came to join the army.
The men who did not join the army went to repair the city walls, repair houses, and forge weapons...
They could get two pounds of rice, one pound of flour, and one pound of vegetables every month.
Food is also provided in the barracks.
The food in the barracks is better than the porridge outside.
In the morning, there is white porridge with meat and pickled mustard with salt as a side dish.
At noon, there is steamed rice, one meat and one vegetable, and broth.
At night, there are noodles and watermelons.
Before the war in Zhenguan, the rich ate corn porridge, and the poor ate bran cakes.
Even corn is not as good as steamed white rice.
The people sighed that this day is better than the gods!
When Zhan Chengyin led a group of generals and returned to the general's mansion from the barracks, countless people saw him.
They all knelt down and thanked the general for giving food, saving their families, and letting them have a bite to eat.
The whole family is no longer hungry and waiting to die.
Every time a commoner passed by, they knelt down to thank Zhan Chengyin.
There was a spirit in their eyes. After only two days of feeding, many people had flesh and blood on their faces.
It was no longer the dry and black appearance before.
The voice was loud and the blood was restored.
Zhan Chengyin saw such a hopeful scene with a smile on his lips.
He couldn't wait to tell Ye Mumu...
The people grew meat. They
also spoke with a voice.
No one is lying on the street waiting to die!
Great!
The town is now revitalized!
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At this time, Ye Mumu saw that it was still early, so she went to a textile factory in the city.
This factory produces cotton cloth, cotton thread, and various textile products.
She saw the young soldiers standing guard, with ragged clothes and no shoes. They were at most 16 or 17 years old.
In modern society, people of this age are still students.
She felt heartbroken.
Because she was purchasing a large amount, she was received by the sales director.
The market has been sluggish in recent years, and the textile factory is also struggling to survive.
Only half of the workshops in the original large factory are in operation.
There are countless cloths in stock in the warehouse that cannot be sold.
Ye Mumu said to go to the warehouse, and the sales director took her there.
It was a large warehouse filled with various fabrics. There are plain colors, patterns, yarn, linen, cotton silk... and other fabrics.
She asked: "What are the prices of these fabrics?"
"Clearance price, one yuan per meter, all of which are top-quality fabrics for making clothes!"
"80 cents per meter, I want the whole warehouse."
The sales director was stunned. At 80 cents per meter, there is still some profit, but not much.
But if all the warehouses are cleared out, the quantity is huge, and the factory will make a steady profit.
The sales director immediately smiled, "Sure, it will be delivered immediately at 80 cents per meter."
"I also need various needles and threads to sew clothes..."
"Okay, I understand this too well, Miss Ye, leave it to me."
The sales director said, "There is another warehouse with various fabrics with minor defects. Do you want to clear out the warehouse at 50 cents per meter?"
Ye Mumu nodded, "Yes!"
The sales director laughed happily and quickly called the finance department to sell her the inventory of other warehouses.
The quantity was so large that Ye Mumu's four warehouses in the suburbs might not be able to hold it.
Ye Mumu said, "Deliver it in three days."
"Okay, no problem, I'll take care of it."
The finance department calculated that the fabric plus needles and threads... cost 16 million.
Ye Mumu paid half of the payment, and the balance was paid to the back office.
The sales director smiled and sent her to the car and gave her his business card, "Miss Ye, if you need any fabric in the future, just call me directly."
"We not only make fabric for clothes, but also have a branch factory that makes tent fabric, denim fabric..."
Ye Mumu suddenly thought: "Can desert camouflage be made?"
"Yes, as long as you need it, we can do it!"
Ye Mumu has ordered a batch of desert camouflage, tent cloth... and paid a deposit of one million!
The sales director happily sent her away until her car disappeared at the end of the road.
Back at the villa, Ye Mumu saw a lot of white paper next to the vase.
They were all written by Zhan Chengyin.
The general was very eager to express himself today and seemed very happy.
He said that General Song Duo tried the Tangmo sword and liked it very much. Five thousand Tangmo swords and one thousand armors can form a front team.
It can cut horses and make the barbarian cavalry fall off their horses.
It is very suitable for the Zhan family army.
He also said that when the people saw him today, everyone kowtowed to thank him, and even some children gave him some small gold bracelets to thank him for saving the people of the whole city.
Zhan Chengyin was most happy about the Qin Niu, which was placed on the high wall and was simply a killing weapon.
If there are more, 5,000, then they can resist the barbarians' siege.
The young general was trying to get armaments in various ways.
Ye Mumu replied to him, "Okay, I got it. I will urge the boss of the ancient weapons!"
Then, Ye Mumu wrote, "I bought a lot of cloth and it will be delivered tomorrow. You find a big warehouse that is twice as big as all the previous warehouses, otherwise it will not be able to hold the cloth."
"Find women in the city who can sew to help make clothes, and provide food..."
"Don't be stingy with rice. Give a few kilograms of rice every month, and the army's uniforms can be made."
"By the way, there is another important thing. You gave me two swords yesterday, and I like them very much."
"It's a good idea to reciprocate. Today I will give you an antique sword..."
Then, she grabbed the antique sword given to her by the boss and put it in the vase.
There are a total of 18 swords, each with a unique shape, sharpened blades, and strong steel toughness.
In order to demonstrate the quality of the ancient sword, the boss stood on the sword, and the sword did not break.
So she took it. Give it to Zhan Chengyin!
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