The Song Dynasty on the Sand Table

Chapter 5 I was entrusted by someone

A voice came from the sand table.

Yue Wenxuan looked down and saw that Madam Gong Er and her group were building a house in the valley.

The Jin soldiers were wreaking havoc outside the mountain, so they couldn't get out in the short term. They would probably have to stay here for quite a while, so they couldn't just find a bush or a tree to stay in, they had to build a house.

Several people dressed as farmers took out axes and began to chop at the trees. Dozens of farmers used farm tools to level the ground. A man dressed as a merchant walked up to Madam Gong Er and said in a low voice, "Madam Gong Er, this valley can shelter us from the wind and rain, and there's no shortage of water. The only thing we need is food..."

Madam Gong Er's face looked heavy.

They were fleeing from Jimo County, with the Jin bandits hot on their heels. How could they possibly have the energy to carry food with them while fleeing? The little dry food each person brought with them wouldn't last more than a few days.

"We'll have to find some tree bark and grass roots, hunt some wild game, and mix it with some dry food to fill our stomachs." Madam Gong Er unexpectedly took out a small bag of salt and said, "I have another bag of salt here. We can mix it with some wild vegetables and give it to everyone. In a couple of days, when the Jin bandits outside the mountain have retreated a little, we can sneak out of the mountain and find those gentry who have surrendered to the Jin bandits. We can rob them a few times and then we'll have food."

The man dressed as a merchant lowered his voice and said, "There are only about a hundred of us left. The gentry often have servants to guard their houses. We may not be able to defeat them."

Madam Gong Er whispered, "Even if we can't take it down, we have to fight. It's better than starving to death in the mountains."

Although his words were spoken with great force, his face was filled with unconcealed sadness.

The rebel army had been in operation for half a year, using Jimo County as its base to fight against the Jin bandits. During this half year, wealthy local gentry who were determined to fight against the Jin bandits had already joined the rebel army, spending all their wealth to fight for their country.

For example, the man dressed as a vendor in front of you is named Qian Zhuoqun. He is only 30 years old this year and is a famous rich young man in Jimo County. Because his parents died early, he inherited the family business at a young age. He usually listens to music and teases birds, and likes to invite a group of ruffians and playboys to play Cuju. He doesn't seem like a serious person.

Unexpectedly, when the Jin bandits arrived, this guy actually took out all his family wealth and joined the rebel army, vowing to defend his country, which made the heroes in the martial arts world look up to him.

With capital brought into the group and the ability to write and calculate, Qian Zhuoqun firmly sat in the second seat in the Jimo volunteer army. All the heroes in Laizhou called him "Second Brother Qian".

As for those wealthy gentry who were unwilling to side with the rebels and had decided to surrender to the Jin, they had already been slaughtered by the rebels. Those who were still there waiting to be plundered by the rebels were no easy targets. They must have had a strong family fortress and a large group of servants to protect them. With the limited manpower the rebels had now, attacking them would be a near-death experience.

How can I not worry?

Qian Zhuoqun lowered his voice and said, "Second Madam, you need to control your expression and stop looking so sad. If the brothers see you, it will only disrupt the morale of the army."

Madam Gong Er was startled when she heard this, and quickly shook her head, her face stern: "Thank you, Second Uncle, for your advice."

Qian Zhuoqun: "We are really short of food. We ate the warhorses that Guan Erye helped us steal. That will help us survive for a while."

Madam Gong Er: "They are all good horses. It would be a pity to kill them."

Qian Zhuoqun: "Without soybean feed, we can only let them eat grass. After a long time, good horses will become bad horses."

Yue Wenxuan heard the two people's private conversation outside the sand table and became worried about the rebel army.

Is there any way to help them get some food?
Can I just put it in there?
Yue Wenxuan walked into the kitchen, took out an egg, and placed it in front of Madam Gong Er and Qian Zhuoqun...

The egg was placed on the sand table, but Gong Er Niangzi and Qian Zhuoqun obviously did not see it. They walked slowly forward and passed through the egg as if passing through a wall.

Yue Wenxuan understood that things that were not recognized by the "rules of use" of the sandbox could only be placed on the sandbox of this world, but could not be placed in the world within the sandbox.

"Real eggs won't work, so what about plastic egg models?" He inspected the display cabinet. He didn't have any egg models, but he did have plastic rice and flour models, "Mini Grain Harvest Ornaments", a set of five pieces: a bag of flour, two bags of rice, a basket of millet, and a basket of red beans. They were all made of plastic and only a few centimeters in size.

He bought this a long time ago out of madness, but he didn't expect it to come in handy today.

Yue Wenxuan picked up a plastic bag of flour and was about to put it into the sandbox when he suddenly thought: It’s not good to just drop a bag of flour from the sky with an inexplicable origin. It’s better to arrange a proper way for it to appear.

First, he picked up Guan Erye and placed him in the corner of the valley, then he picked up the bag of flour and placed it next to Guan Erye.

Then, Yue Wenxuan's thought moved, and his consciousness flew into the sand table and attached itself to Guan Erye's body.

The real Laoshan appeared in front of Yue Wenxuan. The mountain was majestic and magnificent, which made people feel relaxed and happy. No wonder Qiu Chuji went to Laoshan three times later. It seemed that he also thought the scenery here was nice, so he came up to climb the mountain to lose weight when he had nothing to do.

A bag of flour weighing over a hundred pounds was placed quietly beside the red horse's hooves. Yue Wenxuan picked up the bag of flour easily with the handle of his Green Dragon Crescent Blade. It seemed that he had possessed the body of Guan Erye and had acquired his power.

Put the flour bag in front of you and take a closer look. The fake flour made of plastic turns into real flour in the sandbox world, snow-white refined flour. Smell it, it is fragrant, good stuff.

Wait, will the rebels get plastic poisoning if they eat this?

From outside the sandbox, the rebels are all plastic people.

Plastic Man won’t get poisoned if he eats plastic flour, right?

Yue Wenxuan sorted out his logic, picked up the flour bag, and rode his horse towards Madam Gong Er and her group.

The sound of horse hooves came from afar and got closer. The rebel soldiers who were building houses all stopped their work and looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw a red horse running out of the woods, and on its back was a general. Who else could it be but Guan Erye?

Madam Gong Er was overjoyed: "Master Guan Er is here again!"

The forty or so rebel soldiers whose lives were saved by Yue Wenxuan also cheered in unison: "Master Guan."

However, those rebels who had never seen Guan Erye were shocked and screamed, and were completely confused.

Yue Wenxuan picked up the flour bag with the handle of his knife and ran to Gong Erniang and Qian Zhuoqun. He gently pulled the reins, and the Red Hare stood up, raised its head and neighed loudly, and its hooves landed on the ground with a bang, and its momentum was like a rainbow.

The pose he put on when he appeared was so impressive that all the volunteers in the valley stared at him with their eyes wide open, and many of them even prostrated themselves before him.

Yue Wenxuan stroked his long beard and said, "I have been entrusted by someone to come and help you."

His words made Gong Erniang and others slightly stunned: Entrusted by someone?
Yue Wenxuan used this opening remark to, of course, set a foreshadowing for his future actions, lest these rebels think that it was Guan Erye who helped them, but didn't know that it was someone else who helped them. In the future, he might bring out various models to help, flying in the sky, walking on the ground, with moral integrity or without, all of them might appear, and it wouldn't be appropriate to attribute them all to Guan Erye's name.

Yue Wenxuan swung the Qinglong Yanyue Sword in his hand backhand, and the flour bag hanging on the sword handle flew out and landed in front of Madam Gong Er with a plop. With a shock, white ash was shaken out from the gap in the sack, and the aroma of flour immediately spread.

Madam Gong Er didn't even need to open the bag to know what was inside. She was overjoyed: "A big bag of flour?"

(End of this chapter)