Zhu Cijiong smiled and said, "I have asked someone to make a dried sweet potato board. At that time, you can make dried sweet potatoes, so that they can store them for longer.

Besides, when the sweet potatoes are excavated, can we exchange sweet potatoes for grain?”

"Change food?" Zhang Siyuan was stunned.

Exchange coarse grains for fine grains?

What kind of magical operation is this?

How could he know that even in the rural areas of later generations, the phenomenon of bartering food still exists. Whenever watermelons, peaches, pears, and fruits are coming off the market, there are always people driving big cars, wandering around the streets and alleys, and a horn on the front of the car shouted:

"Wheat has been replaced with peaches!"

"Wheat is for watermelon!"

...

Zhu Cijiong chuckled: "One pound of wheat is exchanged for five pounds and ten pounds of sweet potatoes. When you talk about this yield, you still have no place to store it?"

...

A large thatched hut was built in the valley behind the Blacksmith's Workshop of Laohugou.

The shrubs everywhere have long been flattened, and the rugged mountain roads have been trampled on and naked.

In the schoolyard, a group of teenagers were sweating profusely in training.

"One, thorn!"

Zhu Cijiong, dressed in vermilion, shouted.

"Hey!" A thousand young men took a step forward in an orderly manner, and stabbed the scarecrow in front of them with a long wooden handle.

"Ping Ping Pong!" The sound of the bayonet piercing the straw and stabbing the tree trunks was connected into a piece.

"Two, take it!" Zhu Cijiong roared.

"Crash!"

The teenagers pulled out the bayonet and took a step back.

Sweat covered their eyes, and it hurt so much, but no one dared to raise his hand to wipe it.

"Most of you are orphans, you are wandering on the streets, eating a hundred families of food and wearing a hundred families of clothes." Zhu Cijiong walked in the crowd: "I will come here to teach you how to read, and give you a full and warm life!"

The boys stood upright, their bodies straight like bamboos.

"The Han Dynasty fell and the lives were tragic. The young man who was alone was a woman, was just to eat and wait for death. However, the Daluo was cruel and slaughtered millions of my clan and my people."

"The Lone King always thinks about it and can't sleep at night!"

"The only thing the Lone King can teach you is one sentence - sweat more in daily life and less in wartime!"

Zhang Shiling roared: "Sweat more often in normal times and bleed less during wartime!"

The boys shouted: "Sweat more often in normal times and bleed less during wartime!"

"Didn't you eat?" Zhu Cijiong roared angrily.

"Sweat more often in normal times and bleed less during wartime!" the teenagers roared.

Zhu Cijiong continued: "The chief was brutal. If I kill one person, I will live thousands of people. The country will lose its color. I will wash it with blood!"

The young man continued to roar: "The chief was brutal. If I kill one person, I will live thousands of people. The country will lose its color. I will wash it with blood!"

"Okay, come on, go ahead, one, thorn!" Zhu Cijiong personally trained the young men regardless of the vicious sun above his head.

"ha!"

The roar shook the sky...

Only names and tools should not be used by others!

Zhu Cijiong knew that he could rely on Zhang, but this army had to be held in his own hands.

The teenagers sweated profusely. Apart from the two hundred and three children, the rest were wandering orphans found from all over the place.

Yang Qilong walked over, his face full of surprise: "Your Highness, Zhu Shangxian is back and is waiting outside!"

"Zhu Shangxian?" Zhu Cijiong was overjoyed: "It's been more than half a year, and he's still alive?"

"Broken one arm." Yang Qilong sighed: "He said that he encountered Qing soldiers that night, and was exhausted from fighting. He was cut off one arm, and then jumped into ice water. When he woke up, he was rescued by a widow."

"He came back with the widow and also brought a little girl."

"Zhang Shiling!" Zhu Cijiong roared.

"Come!" Zhang Shiling got out of the queue.

"You take the command as a substitute."

"Yes!" Zhang Shiling took over his command position: "Come on, continue training, one, sting!"

"Hey!" The teenagers' voices were about to break through the sky...

"Let's go, let's see him!" Zhu Cijiong took the lead in walking outside.

At the entrance of the valley, Zhu Shangxian led a little girl of four or five years old, beside him a woman in her thirties holding a package, with her face full of wind and frost.

"Your Highness, I'm back!"

As soon as he saw Zhu Cijiong, he immediately fell to the ground: "I thought I would never come back..."

The man who was seven feet tall was filled with tears.

On that day, he fought hard against the Qing soldiers. His right hand was cut off by Qi Gen and he was frozen in the ice water for half a night. In the morning, he was rescued by Widow Qi who went to the field to work.

Because of his serious injury and coldness, his high fever did not subside.

Widow Qi took care of him for three months before she gradually improved.

After he recovered from his injury, he was with Widow Qi and brought her back directly.

"Tiantian, madam, call the third prince."

Widow Qi and the little girl were timid, bowed and asked ok, and then hid behind Zhu Shangxian.

"It's good to come back, it's good to come back!" Zhu Cijiong looked at Zhu Shangxian's empty right arm, his eyes full of pity, and he patted his shoulder:

"This is your home. As long as I have a bite of food, you won't be hungry!"

"Yes." Zhu Shangxian had bitterness hidden on his face. As a warrior, he had broken his right hand. He was really confused about his future.

"Go and enter the barracks!"

Zhu Cijiong reached out and pulled Zhu Shangxian and walked towards the camp.

Widow Qi and the little girl followed Zhu Shangxian timidly.

...

After some greetings, Zhu Cijiong said, "All of them are brothers who have been through life and death together. I won't say anything politely. I have arranged two ways for you to choose."

Zhu Shangxian looked grateful: "Your Highness doesn't dislike me, a useless man, and he is willing to ask me. I have anything else to choose. Just make arrangements for me!"

"No, listen to me!"

Zhu Cijiong stopped Zhu Shangxian and said, "First, you and your sister-in-law recruited some people to help me make military uniforms, and then transferred to logistics.

Secondly, I am busy with work, so you can take on this training position for me.

You think about it yourself and tell me after you have finished it.”

"Your Highness, I'll do logistics." Zhu Shangxian smiled bitterly and said, "The army is full of rebellious people, and I really can't do it."

"Okay!" Zhu Cijiong called Yang Qilong: "Go to me, the first box on the left side of the door, the roll of drawings tied with red ribbons inside, please help me take it."

After a while, Yang Qilong brought the drawings and Zhu Cijiong said, "Give it to my sister-in-law's wife."

Widow Qi saved Zhu Shangxian. No matter how much Zhu Shangxian was with her for gratitude or some reason, this was Zhu Shangxian's choice.

They are all brothers who follow him through life and death, and Zhu Cijiong respects the choices of their brothers.
Chapter completed!