Given the usefulness of Fusu pulley sets, these days, the craftsmanship department is working overtime to build pulley sets.

The finished pulley set was quickly used at various nodes of the Great Wall construction, greatly accelerating the progress of the Great Wall construction.

On this day, in the tent of the Central Army Commander, Meng Tian took out a blank bamboo slip and was writing a letter.

This is a letter sent to Xianyang Palace.

As the supervisor of the Great Wall, he writes a letter every month to report the progress of the Great Wall to His Majesty the First Emperor. This is a convention.

Because the bamboo slips are heavy and the words that can be written are limited, and Meng Tian is a military general, the letters he wrote are not as gorgeous as they are, but are concise and concise.

First, we briefly talked about the recent situation of the Huns, then talked about the situation of the 300,000 troops stationed, and finally mentioned the progress of the Great Wall.

Among them, the situation of the Fusu pulley set was emphasized.

It shows that with the sufficient supply of Fusu pulley sets, the progress of the construction of the Great Wall can be accelerated by about 20%!

The progress of the fortifications of the entire Great Wall can accelerate by 20%, and this increase is very amazing.

After the letter was finished, when the ink marks on the bamboo slips were dried, Meng Tian immediately called a messenger and asked him to send the letter to Xianyang Palace.

After stretching, Meng Tian walked out of his handsome tent and inspected the camp. He came to the kitchen by chance.

"General, the breakfast time is coming soon." The deputy general who followed Meng Tian reminded.

Meng Tian's brows frowned slightly without any trace.

Since I ate the dishes made by Fusu that day, the food I spent these days has made people feel boring just by thinking about it.

However, I had already made up my mind and advised Mr. Fusu not to waste his precious energy on food, so naturally I could not say anything to let Fusu cook for me.

Besides, it is not suitable for identity.

"Huh? That's it, Jia Xianfeng?"

But, just when Meng Tian was about to turn back to the handsome tent, suddenly, he paused slightly and saw a figure standing outside the kitchen. Isn’t it Jia Xianfeng next to Mr. Fusu?

Seeing Jia Xianfeng, Meng Tian immediately extinguished his thoughts of returning to the coach's tent, and his pace towards the kitchen became a little more rapid.

"General?" the adjutant beside him shouted in surprise.

"Oh, young master is stubborn. Jia Xianfeng is here, he must be here too!"

"I'm busy in the kitchen early in the morning? Have you really forgotten the identity of the eldest son of Daqin?"

"No, no matter what today, I have to give some advice!"

Meng Tian's thoughts turned, and then he turned his head and said to the adjutant beside him: "You go and tell me, I don't need to prepare my breakfast today!"

When the adjutant heard this, he looked at Meng Tian's pace towards the kitchen in shock.

Isn’t the kitchen right in front? Why did the general ask himself to go back and notify?

Oh, I understand, this is an important thing for the general to discuss with the young master. Don’t you want others to hear it?

...

After entering the kitchen, a strange fragrance rushes towards me, and Meng Tian’s throat rolls.

I saw Fusu walking over with a plate of unknown things, still steaming, and the fragrance emanating from here.

"Unfortunately, due to the craftsmanship of this era, the flour ground is light yellow, not snow-white."

Looking at the dish of steamed dumplings that didn't look good, Fusu sighed in his heart.

Looking at Meng Tian who came in, he greeted, "General Meng is here? Sit down and have something together?"

"Thank you, young master." Without any politeness, Meng Tian sat down.

After sitting down, Meng Tian was stunned.

What's going on? Didn't I make up my mind to persuade the young master? Why did I sit down?

"Young Master, how dare you ask what this is?" However, Meng Tian's eyes were quickly attracted by these dumplings that he had never seen before.

"Dumplings are very simple. They are made of flour, uh, wheat, and they are filled with stuffing. Just dip them in a little soy sauce."

Fusu used chopsticks to pick up a steamed dumpling, dipped it in a small plate, and ate it in one bite.

"Soy sauce?" Meng Tian followed suit, but he looked at the soy sauce a little strange.

"It is a seasoning made with sauce and some special techniques." Fusu explained.

"Well, this dumpling is really delicious. It contains meat filling and vegetables?" After biting half of it, Meng Tian nodded.

Not only delicious, it looks small, but also very delicate.

What a pity, if the person in front of him was not His Majesty’s son, he would definitely have to take him to take his seat and let him make all kinds of delicious food for himself in different ways every day.

"The deliciousness of dumplings is beyond doubt. After all, there is a saying that is good, but delicious but fun, ahem..."

Fusu nodded and stopped when the words were critical.

As the eldest son of the Qin Dynasty, if he has no brother, naturally, there will be no sister-in-law.

"Can wheat be made like this?"

I picked up another dumpling. Is the wheat used to make dumplings the same thing as the wheat I remembered?

"First bake the wheat, then grind it with a grinder, filter it with a sieve, continue grinding the thick ones, and repeat it a few times." Fusu briefly explained.

Listening to the steps described by Fusu, Meng Tian felt a little troublesome, and was silent for a moment, trying to say, "Young Master, have you spent too much effort on eating recently?"

"Oh, then stop eating!" Fusu pulled the dumplings in front of him into his arms.

Why are you still anxious?

Seeing Fusu’s actions, Meng Tian was a little anxious and admitted his mistake for three consecutive times, "Young Master, I’m saying the wrong thing. I apologize, I’m sorry."

"This is almost the same!" Fusu stopped protecting food.

"By the way, General Meng, I have something to discuss with you." Fusu talked casually while eating.

I picked up a dumpling, dipped it in soy sauce, and put it in my mouth. My eyes narrowed a lot, "Young Master, please tell me."

"I look at the corvee labor service, and even soldiers, many of them can't even eat enough? What's going on?" After traveling to this world for more than ten days, Fusu also knows about the general situation.

"Not mentioning corvee labor, it is a army of 300,000 people who eat horses every day. The food and grass consumed are countless, and the burden on the court is not light. Therefore, if it is not during the war, you have to save money..." Meng Tian replied.

"So, do I have to do some results first? At least I have to let these soldiers and these corvee workers have enough food, right?"

"When the time comes, Qin Dada saw it, hehe? This kid Fusu can do it. He asked him to supervise the army, but he actually allowed hundreds of thousands of troops and corvee labor to live a prosperous life?"

"Then it's OK, call him back to Xianyang City?"

Isn’t this going back to Xianyang City?

If I could go back to Xianyang City and find a few girls to sleep with, it would be much better than staying in this military camp?

Ahem, in order to quickly return to Xianyang Palace to protect yourself, the main thing is to ask for a girl? This is just by the way...

As soon as he thought of this, Fusu's face turned right and he felt compassionate and embarrassing.

"By the way, General Meng, these hundreds of thousands of troops, are guarding the border with their backs!"

"These corvee laborers built the Great Wall with blood and sweat, and the Huns were defeated in the north!"

"You see, they have to search for even a meal. Is this reasonable? This is unreasonable!"

"So, let's set a small goal first, so that hundreds of thousands of troops and corvee labor can open their stomachs and eat enough, okay?"

"Young Master, if everyone eats with their stomachs open, the daily food and grass consumed will definitely double, absolutely not!" Although Meng Tian sighed at Fusu's kindness, his expression was shocked.

"What if I say, I have a way to solve the problem of insufficient food and grass?"

"This is impossible. The army's food and grass are a huge burden for the court. If the supply is doubled, it will not only increase the pressure on the court, but also make other large troops think?" Meng Tian shook his head, not believing it.

"Then? How about we make another bet?" Fusu smiled slightly, with three points of cunning.

Bet again? I lost the bet last time and I still owe him a condition.

"This is a bet!" However, after hesitating for a moment, Meng Tian nodded.
Chapter completed!