The Song Dynasty on the Sand Table

Chapter 6: Master Wenxuan
"A sack of flour."

Madam Gong Er was overjoyed, and Qian Zhuoqun next to her was also overjoyed.

The two leaders were just worrying about the food problem, but they didn't expect Guan Erye to send them such a big bag of flour. Judging from the size of the sack, it must be no less than 100 kilograms.

If the one hundred volunteers eat sparingly, they can at least last two or three days.

Madam Gong Er quickly bowed deeply and was about to say thank you.

Yue Wenxuan added, "Don't be so quick to thank me. This little bit of flour is not enough for us to eat. We haven't finished yet."

He raised his Azure Dragon Crescent Blade and pointed at the sky above, saying, "The friend who asked me to help you is now above the clouds. He's going to send you something soon, so keep your eyes open."

Madam Gong Er and the others all looked up at the sky.

Yue Wenxuan suddenly had a thought, and his consciousness returned to his body outside the sand table. He grabbed the remaining items from his set of "Grain Harvest Miniature Ornaments" and put them down one by one...

Madam Gong Er only saw the clouds rolling in the sky, and something seemed to be falling rapidly from the clouds. At first, it was just a few small black dots. When it got closer, she could see clearly that they were several burlap bags and bamboo baskets filled with rice, corn (millet), red beans and other things.

"Ah? This... is so much food!"

"Three bags, two baskets."

"At least five or six hundred kilograms."

"This basket contains the finest corn."

"Look at this rice, it's so white. This is the first time I've seen rice this white in my life."

The rebels knew that the grain was top-notch just by looking at its appearance.

Since Song Guizong ascended the throne, the flower and stone tax and various exorbitant taxes have long made the common people breathless. In addition, the Northern Song Dynasty fought several battles with the Liao and Jin dynasties, and grain was levied from Hebei and Shandong. The heavy burden made most of the common people miserable, and they were all unable to afford clothes and food.

They haven't had good food in years.

Have you ever seen such good food?

Even Qian Zhuoqun, who was once a wealthy man and a well-known extravagant person in Jimo County, had never tasted such snow-white and crystal-clear rice.

Looking up at the sky, everyone naturally looked in that direction and thought, "Could this be immortal food?"

"Is there any need to ask? If this isn't immortal food, what is it?"

"Where in the mortal world can we find such white rice and flour?"

"Look at these red beans, how plump they are."

Everyone hurried to thank him, and someone shouted, "Thank you, Master Guan Er."

However, some people remembered what Guan Erye had just said. It seemed that it was another god who helped them, and Guan Erye was just doing his bidding. That god had just been in the sky, throwing food down. Don't thank the wrong god and make the real owner unhappy.

Then, someone bowed down to the sky, not knowing how to address it, so he could only shout, "Thank you, Immortal, for the food."

Some people worshipped Guan Erye, some worshipped the sky, and some didn't know who to worship so they just worshipped randomly. Anyway, worshipping was the right thing to do. The scene suddenly became a mess...

Madam Gong Er stared at the sky in a daze for several seconds before she reacted and bowed to Master Guan Er. "I wonder which immortal has shown me mercy? Please tell me their name, Master Guan Er."

If you don't pretend to be powerful, you're stupid! Yue Wenxuan didn't have the noble sentiment of "doing good deeds without leaving a name". He stroked his beard and smiled, "My good friend's surname is Yue and his name is Wenxuan."

Madam Gong Er quickly responded, "So it's Master Wenxuan."

She didn't know what kind of gods there were in heaven, but she felt that the name Yue Wenxuan was most likely from Taoism, and it would never be wrong to call him Zhenjun.

Yue Wenxuan stroked his beard, shaking his head and saying, "My good friend, I am very pleased to hear that you are loyal and devoted to the country. How can we, the sons of China, allow ourselves to be bullied by barbarians? From now on, you must do your best to kill the bandits and prevent them from taking control of the Central Plains." Madam Gong Er's face straightened and she shouted, "How dare you disobey my command!"

Qian Zhuoqun also quickly agreed with a serious expression: "How dare you disobey your orders!"

Hundreds of volunteer soldiers around them shouted in unison: "Swear to kill the Jin thieves!"

Yue Wenxuan nodded with satisfaction, and suddenly turned to Qian Zhuoqun and said, "Don't worry about the food. My friend will help you. Just eat your fill and keep healthy. Only then will you have the resources to kill the bandits."

Qian Zhuoqun was overjoyed. He was worried that there were only five or six hundred kilograms of food, and he would face food problems again in a few days. Unexpectedly, the immortal said that there would be more after they finished eating.

"Thank you, Master Wenxuan! Thank you, Master Guan Er!"

Yue Wenxuan nodded: "I'm leaving."

The sky was filled with swirling clouds, and Guan Erye flew straight up into the clouds and disappeared.

Madam Gong Er and the rebels looked at each other in bewilderment. After a brief moment of confusion, everyone cheered at the same time: "God have mercy!"

"Even the gods know about our resistance against the Jin."

"The gods said they would help us."

"Must win!"

"Must win!"

Having just suffered a crushing defeat, the rebel soldiers once again felt a surge of fighting spirit in their bodies: "Golden Dog! I'll let you be proud for a few days. I now have the support of the gods. After a few days, I'll recover from my injuries and come out of the mountains to kill you sons of bitches."

A large group of people gathered around the "immortal food", all wanting to reach out and grab a handful of food from the sack.

But then he heard Qian Zhuoqun angrily say: "Put your hands back, this is military rations, we need to arrange them properly, how can you just take them without permission?"

The rebels withdrew their hands awkwardly...

But his eyes still fell on the snow-white rice and flour, and he was reluctant to leave for a long time.

Yue Wenxuan returned to the outside of the sand table and watched the show with wide eyes.

He really wanted to know whether food made from plastic was edible.

I saw that Gong Er Niang arranged for her subordinates to build a simple wooden shed, and moved all the food into the shed and assigned people to guard it. Without the order of Gong Er Niang or Qian Zhuoqun, no one was allowed to take the food privately.

After the rules were set, a bag of flour was taken out and Qian Zhuoqun was responsible for distributing it to the soldiers.

Everyone fled in such a hurry that they didn't even have many pots, pans, or utensils. Fortunately, a few rebel soldiers carried their own large iron pots on their backs to block arrows while fleeing. Now these pots came in handy.

They even had pot lids available, as they made very useful shields, and many rebel soldiers carried pot lids into battle.

They set up a big pot by the stream and made fire by drilling wood together. They first burned some flammable dead branches and leaves. When the fire started, they put wet wood next to the fire to dry. After the wet wood was dried, they also put it into the fire. Gradually, they kept the fire going. They cooked noodle soup, ate a full meal and had strength, then continued to cut trees.

The houses built with newly cut trees were not durable, but they didn't care much about that. As long as they had a place to shelter from the wind and rain, it would be good enough.

Yue Wenxuan quietly watched them finish their meal. Confirming that the plastic-turned-food was indeed enough to fill their stomachs, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: "Great! It really works!"

However, the complete set of "Mini Grain Harvest Ornaments" placed in the sand table only turned into five or six hundred kilograms of grain, which was only enough for this group of people to eat for a few days. He also had to think of a way to provide food for the rebels in the future.

Go out, take a taxi, and go to the model toy store to buy some goods.

(End of this chapter)