After returning to the city, Zheng Xiong ordered his men to get food and show his attitude first.
Of course, the food was not as good as yesterday. There was no meat at all. I only got some multigrain steamed buns, which were not enough, so I could only fill my stomach.
A wave of millet porridge was arranged, but it was just for the Ming army. This warm and tonic ingredient was suitable for nourishing the stomach of the Ming army.
As a result, when the general of the Ming army outside Guan was basking in the sun, he heard that Zheng Xiong had done something that favored one thing and favored another, and he immediately became very angry.
As you can imagine, the trouble came to Zheng Xiong again.
"Master Marquis, has the last general ever offended you?"
"No."
"Is that because the Marquis doesn't like me?"
"No, I have something to say. What happened?"
What's wrong with me? I'm mentally unbalanced and feel uncomfortable even in the sun.
"In this case, I will tell you straight away that I don't know what the Marquis has in mind for the Yuan army outside the pass, and I don't want to know."
"But why do you favor one over the other again and again? I didn't mention it yesterday. The Marquis has his own considerations."
"Why are we only given a little rice porridge today, while all the food prepared for the Yuan army outside the pass is steamed buns? Does the Marquis know that this rice porridge is not very hungry at all? Besides, the Marquis also knows our situation. It is exactly what is needed. At the moment of replenishment, it would be too chilling to do this.”
"Please also ask the Marquis to give me an explanation and give an explanation to my brothers."
How to explain it? I said it was for your own good, but I wouldn’t believe it when you look like this!
Different cognitions bring different results. Perhaps for them, eating and drinking enough during these years is enough. As for maintaining health, it is not within their scope of consideration at all.
After thinking about it, Zheng Xiong told the truth and asked a rhetorical question first.
"Do you know what I do?"
He must know this, forgetting that this is Zheng Xiong’s old profession.
Zheng Xiong is still highly regarded in the army. If it hadn't been for the matter of becoming a marquis, how would he have behaved in front of Zheng Xiong?
Not to mention the common people in the world, I don't know how many lives I have indirectly saved in the army alone. Relatives and friends are not rare in the army, and I can pick up a favor just by turning a corner.
The more I thought about it, the more uncomfortable I felt. What was wrong with me and why I was like this?
So what about the champion, it doesn't bother him, it's just that the issue of the title ban makes people uncomfortable, and he never thought about having anything to do with him.
And when I thought about why this happened, and all the details, it seemed that at some point, a demonic wind blew up in the army, and everyone from top to bottom was talking about the newly minted champion.
Originally, he could still discuss things impartially and objectively, but it didn't suit him. Suddenly, the direction of the discussion changed, and the same meaning was revealed from top to bottom.
The title fell on Zheng Xiong's head, just two words.
"Not worthy."
When he faced this topic, his conscience took over and he faced Zheng Xiong's flat rhetorical question.
All the doubts are nonsense, nothing is deserved, nothing is dissatisfying.
At this moment, everything disappeared with the wind, and he respectfully replied to Zheng Xiong.
"Withdraw money from Huimin Pharmacy."
He didn't understand why the general's attitude suddenly changed for the better. Zheng Xiong didn't pay attention to this sudden change and explained.
"You are our own people. For your sake, I will eat some rice porridge to nourish your stomach first, and then you will have to eat."
"As for Yuan Jun, I have my own considerations. Being full is not necessarily a good thing, so don't think too much."
"Look, you should eat less now."
This is your profession. What you said makes sense, and we can't refute it. But after all, you are engaged in the job of licking blood from the edge of a knife. You are sick of talking to me about health care!
I'm a little confused about eating less. I'm so hungry, but eating less will be fatal.
However, after the great enlightenment, the general no longer looked at people through colored glasses, and it was not unacceptable to Zheng Xiong's explanation.
After all, they are professionals.
"What the Marquis said makes sense. I just hope that the Marquis will not break his promise and let us have enough to eat in the future."
The thunder was loud and the raindrops were light, and the momentum came in a rush, and then left like this, still a little uncomfortable.
Not to mention the general's clear-faced expression, he figured out the cause and effect of the matter for a moment, and walked away with the attitude of being drunk and sober while everyone else was alone.
Zheng Xiong breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the general leave, dragging his weak body with difficulty.
It's all Lao Zhu's fault. He was the one who owed it to himself for being awarded the title of champion.
We went back along the official road and suppressed bandits along the way, but we ended up in such a mess.
Lao Zhu asked himself to establish some military exploits and fool around, but he had to make some noise outside the customs.
This was good, the poisoning ruined the reputation, it was anticlimactic, and it gave the Yuan army good food and drink.
This was not bad, I explained and left, but it was really uncomfortable to face the strange looks and looks from my own people in Guan.
Fortunately, there is nothing that one meal cannot solve. If there is, then two meals.
After taking a nap and having lunch, Zheng Xiong stopped thinking about these troublesome things. He stayed in his own territory and waited for the Yuan army to recover.
When Yuan Jun received the food sent by Zheng Xiong, he was so hungry that he was still frightened and just stared at the food in a daze.
But there are always a few who are not afraid of death. They choose between pain and starvation and the possibility of experiencing pain again. They silently pray for the blessing of immortality and pray that Zheng Xiong's conscience will find that it is not completely bad.
One bite, two bites.
Soon I finished one steamed bun, but I continued to eat without quenching my hunger.
No one started to grab it, they all watched its condition intently, letting it play the role of a guinea pig.
The brave ones starve to death and the timid ones starve to death. While others are still watching other people test whether the food is edible, these people have already eaten to the point of being unable to walk and almost died of starvation.
Touching my round belly, quietly basking in the sun, closing my eyes, praying silently.
A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour, half an hour passed quietly.
In everyone's expectant eyes, the expected situation did not happen, and everyone's eyes became brighter and brighter.
There are no tricks, the eternal God has blessed us, and the well-fed people thanked God for his protection.
Yuan Jun, who was already hungry, looked at the food sent by Zheng Xiong with bright eyes, and he could eat it with confidence.
The power of role models is infinite. Some people take the lead in experimenting, while others take the lead in charging.
As soon as the first person went to receive the food, the second and third people came one after another. The soldiers distributing the food were all crowded out, leaving only a group of Yuan soldiers fighting for it.
Zheng Xiong didn't give much food, so those who came first still had enough to eat.
After hearing the news later, the soldiers of the Yuan army who hurried over looked at the empty scene and their hearts dropped.
Not only does my heart hurt, my stomach hurts more, and the feeling of being hungry is too uncomfortable.
I wanted to cry but had no tears. I could have resisted this kind of encounter for a day or two, but after I had hope, it was broken by my own hands.
Those in the front were full of food, while those in the back were left with nothing left. The extreme psychological imbalance finally caused some people to fail to hold on under the double blow of body and spirit and fell to the ground.
(End of chapter)
