Liu Mingyu’s biggest advantage is actually not his system, but his hundreds of years of knowledge.

In the Ming Dynasty, a relatively closed era, when you leave the county, you need to go to the government to open a way. Many ordinary people have never been to a place a hundred miles away in their entire lives.

Therefore, the people of the Ming Dynasty had a very small world of understanding. Scholars could also contact the outside world from books, but ordinary people could not.

Liu Mingyu lives in an era of information explosion. Even if he doesn't have to read, he can easily access information from thousands of miles away or even the whole world from film and television.

Just like now, in order not to destroy the people's arable land, Lu Xiangsheng set up camps along the official roads and arranged them into a long snake formation, which could not affect traffic or damage the arable land.

Not only the whistle where Liu Mingyu is, but almost everyone is the same. It is distributed in the dry river ditch, and only a very small number of people can be assigned to the roadside.

Due to the cold wind, snow accumulates in the river ditches, almost equal to the road surface. It is quite difficult to camp in this place and does not meet the requirements of camping by military strategists.

"Come on, move, don't stand stupidly!"

Liu Mingyu began to direct his troops. Four large vehicles carrying supplies were parked on the side of the road. The others took action together and took the snow into pieces. The chef began to dig out the stove and started to boil the snow and melt the water.

Soon, Liu Mingyu's troops used the snow to build a snow house. In order to prevent the cold, he used burned water to splash it on the gap between the snow blocks. As the cold wind blew, the water and the snow merged into one.

Liu Mingyu held the scabbard and gently patted it on the smirk, which was very strong.

Since the entire smirk house is built at the bottom of a dry ditch, the roof is only exposed to the road surface of about half a meter.

"We don't need a tent when we have a smirk. We spread the tent on the ground and lay bedding on it!"

"Liu Fan, can this work?"

This is the first time Li Shuanzhu has seen the Ice House, and there are some uncertainties.

"Go in and try!"

Liu Mingyu pointed at the snow house.

Li Shuanzhu was not polite, and came to the door and said with some concern: "If the sleaf collapses later, remember to dig me out!"

"Ha ha……"

Everyone burst into laughter.

As Li Shuanzhu entered the smirk, he could not feel the cold wind outside the house: "Maybe it is useful!"

“It must be useful!”

Liu Mingyu's four teams, each with a sleaf. As the four sleafs were built, the chef started cooking. Liu Mingyu came to the big pot of each team. Taking advantage of the lack of attention when the chef was not paying attention to the fire, Liu Mingyu went to the big pot to add some wheat.

The food in each whistle is actually quantitative and can barely be full, but it is not nutritious. In such cold weather, people cannot bear it if they cannot eat well.

In order to prevent others from discovering the increase in food, he could not put the food in secret on the truck. He could only use this method to increase the food in the department.

Including the chef, twelve people, pour three pounds of wheat in a pot, and each person would eat four taels more. Liu Mingyu took this method to give his team better physical strength.

Lu Xiangsheng led his army northward and advanced at a speed of 40 or 50 miles a day. At first, there was no major problem, but as time went by, his problems became more and more serious.

He was not affiliated with the army of the court's Ministry of War, and could obtain supplies from the court. This era was not like the later era when the materials were sufficient. Daming Fucheng was a relatively wealthy Shangfu, with a large population and a large amount of supplies, so he could barely buy it.

However, there were two or three thousand people passing by the small county towns, but they could not buy enough supplies even if they had money, which gave Lu Xiangsheng a headache.

On the seventh day of the first lunar month of the third year of Chongzhen, after five days of march, the Daming Prefecture Rebel Army arrived at Gaoyi Town in Zhaozhou, Zhending Prefecture, and the troops were about to run out of food.

The first team of chefs poured the last bowl of wheat into the pot: "Captain Liu, we have no food, you can think of a way!"

Liu Yongshun had no choice but to go to Liu Mingyu.

Before Liu Mingyu could answer, Li Shuanzhu, Zhao Hu and Ma Chenggong all came to Liu Mingyu's side.

"Liu Baek, there is no food!"

"We are gone, when will the food be distributed?"

"Brothers, worry!"

"Shut up!"

Liu Mingyu said: "Let's ask, let's keep your brothers at peace. I can warn you not to listen to others' nonsense. If you disrupt the morale of the army, you will have to behead your head. You can eat food and not talk nonsense!"

"yes!"

Because there was no food, Lu Xiangsheng had not had a good sleep for two days. He sent Yang Shien to deal with the food issue.

Zhaozhou belongs to Zhending Prefecture and is under the jurisdiction of Northern Zhili. This is the place with the strongest core control of the court, which means that the taxation is very timely and thorough. With the drought last year, there was not much food among the people at all.

"How about it?"

Yang Shien smiled bitterly and said, "Liu Lion in Gaoyi Town spoke loudly..."

"How many?"

"One tael and five cents of silver per stone!"

"Brave businessman!"

Lu Xiangsheng slapped the table in anger.

In fact, Lu Xiang did not make preparations in advance, but sent people to buy food along the way in advance, but just paid a deposit. Now that Mr. Li has raised the price, he is sure that Lu Xiangsheng has no food and cannot afford it.

It is said that an ordinary merchant does not have the courage to deal with a prefect, but the problem is that these grain merchants are all puppets placed in front of the stage, and their real owners are gentry from Zhending Mansion.

Unless Lu Xiangsheng can be transferred to Zhending Mansion as the prefect, it will be difficult to deal with them. Even if he is transferred to Zhending Mansion, the gentry from Zhending Mansion will pick up the group, and he, the cross-river dragon, cannot suppress the local tyrants.

Just when Lu Xiangsheng was at a loss, Liu Ming looked around in the crowd, looking relaxed.

"Liu Mingyu!"

"grown ups!"

Liu Minghui walked to Lu Xiangsheng.

Lu Xiangsheng asked, "Do you have a way to buy food?"

"this……"

Liu Mingyu was so difficult to act: "It's not easy to deal with?"

Lu Xiangsheng was happy. It was not impossible to deal with it, but it meant that Liu Mingyu had a solution.

Lu Xiangsheng's face darkened: "I can't lose money to you!"

Liu Mingyu smiled and said, "Mr. Lu, if you say that, Caomin is willing to go there, but the price is..."

"You just go and talk!"

Lu Xiangsheng thought for a while and said, "This mansion can bid for one stone of grain and one tael of two coins of silver. How much you can talk about, the remaining part is yours!"

Liu Mingyu smiled and said, "Sir, please wait for my good news!"

The food problem is a problem for Lu Xiangsheng, but it is really not a problem for Liu Mingyu.

Liu Mingyu took Liu Fugui to Gaoyi Town, and walked all the way. He saw an empty courtyard outside the town. This courtyard was just like the five main houses, two wing rooms on both sides. Although the house was very new, there were no people living there.

Liu Mingyu saw this yard and had an idea: "Fugui!"

"Young Master!"
Chapter completed!