Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 205 Preparations before the war
In a few days, three county kings, dozens of generals, and hundreds of lieutenants came, which surprised Zhu Yixi:
Zhang Xianzhong is really messing around here, it's too rough.

Look at Li Zicheng, whether he is a prince or a county king, he was made a general and brought to Xi'an.

However, the county king is different from the ordinary clan.

According to the unspoken rules of the Ming Dynasty, the prince represented a vassal state, and if the prince was abolished, the entire vassal clan would also be abolished.

Similarly, the county king is also a small vassal state with a respected status.

A county king, no matter how many generals or lieutenants there are, cannot be equal. Similarly, no amount of county kings can compare to a prince.

Therefore, Zhu Yixi also treated the county kings with extra courtesy, so naturally it was not enough to divide some land.

Therefore, a few mascots were added to King Qin, King Rui, and Queen Yongshou to keep them.

Other clans, generals, lieutenants, etc., were all arranged to go to Wuchang Mansion to cultivate land.

The wasteland has been arranged, and the various clans have also been resolved, killing two birds with one stone.

Thinking of this, Zhu Yixi thought proudly:

"It not only solves the problem of the clan, but also gains a good reputation. It will certainly be smooth to promote the world in the future."

However, Huguang, Henan, and Shaanxi, where there are the most vassal princes, are almost all hustled, and the peasant army is still needed to solve the problem!

Zhu Yixi met the clan members cordially and expressed his comfort for coming late.

After more than a year of wandering and suffering, these clansmen are quite sensible, and they don't put on airs.

Thinking about it, even those who put on airs will not survive the present.

What can be solved with money is not a problem.

After some operations, Zhu Yixi's King Yu was recognized by the clans in the Huguang area, and they showed their merits to Nanjing one after another.

Emperor Hongguang and the cabinet also deeply realized that King Yu was fighting for the right to speak in the clan.

Impact the legal system of the Nanjing court.

They have their own operations to fight back.

King Yu didn't care so much, he moved his feet and came to the food camp outside Xiangyang City.

In other words, it was the Food and Pay Section under the Chief of Staff, and they set up a military supplies camp.

The tall and thin Zhu Mou, accompanied by a smile, led the way ahead.

King Yu is in the middle, with Zhu Meng, Chen Dong, Liu Tingjie, Li Jingwu and other generals on both sides.

"Your Highness, when we were in Hanzhong, according to your instructions, we made soybean oil and mixed it with the meals. The soldiers were full of energy, but the consumption of rice was less."

Zhu Meng heard the words and cooperated: "That's right, eating too much oil will not only make the soldiers full, but the rice will actually be less."

"There is oil and water in the stomach, so you can't eat too much rice."

Zhu Yixi smiled faintly: "The emptied capacity is more than enough to load soybean oil, and when it comes to wartime, this oil can be a deadly weapon."

"Your Highness is wise!" "Your Highness is amazing!"

All of a sudden, there was a lot of flattery and flattery, which really made people intoxicated.

Zhu Yixi also enjoys this. In the predicament of the ancient food road, almost no one would have thought of using fuel to reduce food.

"So, in order to live up to His Highness's good intentions, I specially asked Mr. Wang to get a water cone to squeeze oil. You can get thousands of catties of soybean oil every day."

clap clap clap-

resounded through the sky.

As he said that, Zhu Mou led the crowd to the water's edge. A large number of wooden hammers kept rising and falling, and yellow and black soybean oil kept coming out. The scene was too amazing.

"Bean dregs can be used as horse fodder, and war horses like to eat it. It can save a lot of fodder money."

Zhu Mo said with a smile.

"It's not just a war horse!"

Looking at the scene in front of him, His Royal Highness King Yu couldn't help sighing: "At a critical moment, people can eat."

The faces of all the generals straightened instantly. This is a spare food, so we have to be serious.

Next, Zhu Mou led the crowd to the military ration yard.

Thousands of captives, two or three people, surrounded the iron pot, one of them was holding a shovel, constantly stirring something, and the other two kept adding something.

"This is fried noodles."

Zhu Mou led the crowd to the front and said to the iron pan, "Add bean dregs, add rice noodles, add salt, add a little oil, and minced meat, and stir fry continuously until it becomes fried noodles."

"This fried powder, grab a handful and put it in the pot, and then add water, it can be soaked."

As he said that, Zhu Mou asked someone to bring a bowl, grabbed a handful of fried powder, poured hot water into it, stirred for a while, and a bowl of paste appeared.

There are minced meat, salt, oil, rice, and bean dregs, which can be said to be extremely rich.

"This is much better than our pot helmet."

Liu Tingjie took a bite and said with emotion:
"Back in the border town, the pot helmet was very hard and had no taste. A bird came out of its mouth. The soldiers could only mix it with horse urine to make it taste a bit salty."

Zhu Meng said with emotion: "This is much more economical than transporting grain. It is simple and convenient. You don't need any vegetables, just boil some water, add some oil, and it's delicious."

King Yu smiled knowingly, this is what I came up with, borrowing from the fried noodles in the founding period and the Mongolian ideas.

"The Tartars in the grasslands like to grind their meat into powder when marching and fighting. When they eat it, soak it in water and it will be full."

Zhu Yixi squeezed the dry fried noodles, and said casually: "This fried noodles not only add meat powder, but also bean dregs, and sometimes crushed tea leaves, and there is no shortage of salt. The soldiers also have a taste when they eat it."

"There is no shortage of salt."

Zhu Mou hurriedly said: "In a catty of fried noodles, there are six taels of rice noodles, half a tael of salt, two taels of bean dregs, and a tael of meat. It costs a lot of money!"

"Just this one stone, even if the manpower is worthless, it costs two yuan."

Meat is worthless, it's all fish, chopped into mud, and the most expensive thing is salt.

"It's well worth it."

Liu Tingjie hurriedly got serious, for fear that King Yu would not be willing to give up the money:
"Your Highness, during the war, the most lacking thing is the lack of food. With this kind of fried noodles, the soldiers will not be hungry."

"Of course I know."

Zhu Yixi waved his hand to signal them not to get excited, and said with a light smile, "I brought you here today, just to let you rest assured that the emperor is ready to starve to death, how can I do that?"

"In addition to these, there are two to 30,000 people who stir fry non-stop day and night. In half a month, they can get [-] stone."

"Is there any reason to go north to Henan this time?"

Zhu Mou on the side couldn't help but also added: "Your Highness is also afraid that the soldiers' mouths will be too weak, so he also bought a lot of pickles (pickles) and will also send them to the front line."

"There are also bacon, smoked fish, and salted fish, which are also constantly being sent to Nanyang."

Looking at the shocked faces of the generals, Zhu Yixi said softly: "The soldiers and horses have not moved, the food and grass go first!"

Now, the generals were completely shocked: how much is this?
In addition to food and grass, Zhu Yixi also supervised the craftsman camp. Over the past few months, he had made [-] simple armors.

That is, the mold is poured with iron, which is similar to a simple armor like a T-shirt, commonly known as the iron lump like clothes—the tortoise shell.

Don't look at it ugly, but convenient.

It can be worn by putting it on, and it also has a certain degree of protection.

(End of this chapter)