The steward casually took the purse and weighed it, with a look of displeasure on his face.
"The purse is quite light~~!"
Hearing this, Zhu Zhiwen's face suddenly became a little sad again, but he was smiling inside.
Zhu Zhiwen felt a bit toothache and took out another money bag from his arms and said with a wry smile.
"Sir, this, this is already most of my wealth!"
After taking the money bag again, the steward's smile brightened, he pointed at the four or five people outside and asked.
"These are your friends?"
Zhu Zhiwen nodded, "Yes, none of us want to go outside to transport food."
"Nonsense, you have so little money and you still want four or five places. What do you think?"
Helpless, everyone was cruel this time. Except for gold and silver, they gave almost everything they could. Of course, it didn't exceed their respective worth. Once a few people took out money that was not consistent with their income, they would be suspected.
After getting what he wanted, the steward threw tokens to several people and waved his hand.
"Report to the granary. From today on, you will live in the granary. You are not allowed to go home or go out during this period. Do you understand?"
The corners of Zhu Zhiwen's mouth twitched fiercely, Damn, how could you poison yourself?
But now we are rushing to put the duck on the shelves. We have no choice but to find a way.
"Then can I go home and make arrangements first, otherwise I'm afraid my family will miss me."
"Well, let's go home and make some arrangements. After the report, you won't be able to go back in the next few days, you know?"
"Thank you, sir~!"
Looking at the retreating figures of several people, the steward's lips raised, and he was extremely satisfied. He was already short of people, and he was planning to recruit them, but unexpectedly, he sent them to his door and made himself a fortune. How happy!
After several people returned, their faces became gloomy, and there was a man with a long, sinister eyebrow and rat-like eyes, who said with a gloomy face.
"Zhu Zhiwen, look at the good things you have done, how can we poison you?"
"Yes, we are only guarding the granary, not distributing food and grass. How can we control this?"
"Pa~~~!"
Facing the accusations from everyone, Zhu Zhiwen suddenly slapped the table and said in a deep voice.
"Noise, noisy, noisy, what's the point? Your Majesty has said that as long as your thoughts don't slip, there are always more solutions than difficulties."
"I heard that there is another team of secret agents also guarding some granaries, right?"
"That's right, guarding food and grass is easy, but it's just guarding. No matter how you poison, you won't be able to touch the water source!"
Zhu Zhiwen waved his hand and said, "While we have time now, gather all our secret agents and start working on food and pickles. As for the water source, you can contact the secret agent who delivered the water now."
An Anzi next to him wondered, "There is an Anzi who delivers water, but he is not considered a water delivery person. At most, he is repairing the carriage and cleaning the water tank."
Zhu Zhiwen took the risk and said, "Don't attack in the water source, start on the carriage that transports the water source."
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"What's the meaning?"
Zhu Zhiwen's face gradually turned ferocious, "Your Majesty said, either don't do it or do it absolutely. Now that the best poisoning method is gone, we are in full bloom. Let me explain it to you in detail."
After Zhu Zhiwen's explanation, everyone took a breath of cold air. How could this be a medicine that would sweep the whole city? This was a medicine that was repeated over and over again. Is it really a medicine that can't kill people after taking it?
It's actually very simple. When we first started, everyone was almost locked in thinking.
Work hard in water, because no matter who cooks anything, the most important thing is water.
But now there are only a few people at the water source. Not only is it difficult to start, they are not even transporting water, they are just helping to repair the carriage.
Now Zhu Zhiwen is using his own efforts to modify the route.
The man who repaired the carriage sprinkled sweat medicine into the water-filled carriage before feeding.
Those who manage the pickles mix the pickles with sweat medicine before feeding them.
There are also some Anzi who are responsible for handling the animals' water and kneading the Mongolian sweat medicine into it just before feeding.
For example, with wine, just put a little bit of wine in each jar, which will not affect the taste, but can also play some role.
Although I don’t know how effective it is, it is better than nothing.
As for the granary, Zhu Zhiwen was also furious. They were in charge of the granary. They would directly open the bags of rice, put them into large tanks, mix them and give them to others, and other personnel would distribute them.
When the big bag of rice was poured in, he quietly put in a handful of sweat medicine and stirred it up. It is estimated that the soldiers assigned would not have time to pay attention to a few people.
After the plan was finalized, everyone looked at Zhu Zhiwen. The meaning was obvious. Whatever you think of, you should take the blame and call Junshang yourself.
As expected, Zhu Zhiwen was scolded severely by Yang Qian. Not only did he scold him, but he also helped him improve his plan.
"Zhiwen, you must complete this mission. As long as you complete it, the woman from Xuantu County will be yours. When the time comes, I will give you a big gift!"
Zhu Zhiwen immediately said respectfully, "I am willing to die for you."
"Don't worry, I will give you what you want. As long as you are loyal, I will reward you accordingly."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
After hanging up the phone, several secretaries suddenly became happy, and as expected, they were scolded by Jun Shang.
Zhu Zhiwen didn't take it seriously. Instead, he told the plan with a smile on his face, and then each person packed some Mongolian sweat medicine and brought it in to give to the other secret agents.
A few people deliberately did not go to the warehouse to report, and brought one or two tons of Mongolian sweat medicine in batches after the sun set. Fortunately, it was winter, and they wore a lot, so they were not discovered.
This is a big deal. Those secret agents only know what they need to do, and they don’t know anything else. But it’s really okay. If there is a risk of exposure, it will be fatal.
A few days later, the weather was clear and cloudless, the cold wind seemed to have stopped, and the sun rose slowly.
Everyone ate some hastily, and the soldiers began the day's drills. However, they slacked off a little after the victory was reported at the end, and the generals did not urge them much.
My home is in the royal city, and I was on my way home, but I didn't know if the king wanted to treat me, so the food was very shabby, and there was nothing delicious. I just boiled the food into a paste.
When Asan looked at it, they all said he was an expert, but unfortunately it wasn't yellow.
In a warehouse filled with pottery jars, there was a middle-aged man with a simple appearance, his back bent, clutching his stomach, and his face was full of pain.
Several people wearing common people's clothes asked the middle-aged man.
"Hey, it's okay now. We're going to take a rest and come back to it. We'll be very busy in the evening."
"Yeah, it's better to go and have a good sleep now."
The middle-aged man clutched his stomach, his face turned pale, "You go ahead, I may have eaten too much today, and I'm not worried because no one is watching. If something happens, I'm afraid we will be unlucky."
Several people looked at each other, nodded, and thought it made sense. After saying hello, they walked outside.
When they closed the door, the middle-aged man straightened his body instantly. At first glance, Khan looked burly, but he looked weaker because of his hunched body.
After looking at those people with disdain, he came to the door, looked around quickly, and after confirming that no one was there, he took out a large jar of Mongolian sweat medicine, and mixed the preserved pickles one by one like sleeping pills.
At the beginning, I was afraid of using too much, so I just pinched a small amount and put a handful in the jar, trying not to see the powder.
Because it is used for feeding, the pickle jar is almost always open now. Fortunately, there is a charcoal fire, otherwise it would have frozen long ago.
Next to the carriages, a short man was working hard to repair a carriage with a broken wheel.
He is very serious. Every time he repairs or maintains a carriage, he will also check the inside of the water carriage. Occasionally, people pass by. When they see such a scene, they can't help but admire them. There are not many people who are so responsible. See you.
It's just that many people didn't see that there was a layer of fine powdery stuff inside the carriage. The soldiers only filled it with water.
Transporting water, who cares about that.
A larger warehouse was temporarily turned into a kitchen, where many animal wastes were thawed, processed, and smelly.
Many civilians' eyes turned green when they were handling these things. It had been a long time since they had seen meat. Although there were many hunters in Goguryeo, not everyone was a hunter.
The mountains are overrun with tigers, as well as wild boars and blind bears. No matter which one you encounter, as long as the opponent attacks, no matter how awesome the hunter is, he will basically be on the street.
Hunting is also life-threatening. In summer, the peninsula is humid and hot. There are many snakes, insects, rats and ants that are poisonous, and you will burp if you are not careful.
A young man with a well-proportioned figure and a felt hat quickly took out a can after observing his surroundings.
Use the salt in the can to remove the fishy smell from the sewer. Even though salt is very precious, it is just that for King Wushen.
The young man was nimble with his hands and feet and worked quickly. In a short time, a lot of water was covered with salt.
"Hey, boy, you work pretty fast."
The young man nodded honestly and didn't say much. After refilling the salt tank, he secretly poured some white powder. He turned around and looked around with his peripheral vision, then quickly brought a large bag of powder into the salt tank and stirred it vigorously. For a moment.
"What are you doing?"
A loud shout startled him, and he turned around, only to see the supervisor at the higher level looking at him with a smile.
The young man patted his chest and said in horror, "Sir, you scared me to death!"
"Is it your first time to come into contact with so much salt? In the winter, these refined salts will freeze slightly, so remember to stir them every time you add salt."
After speaking, he patted his shoulder and felt that the young man had a future.
The young man looked at the steward with tears of gratitude, and the look on his face made the steward enjoy it very much.
When the steward turned around, the young man glanced at the large vat of yellow and large-grained so-called refined salt, and a look of disdain flashed in his eyes.
Because the salt jar was in another compartment, after the steward left, he took out a large amount of powder from his body and poured it into it. Then he took out bowls of salt and pounded it even more finely with a stone mortar. Everyone came in to take a look. Immediately everyone began to praise him.
