The two treasures of the farm family cannot be offended by the mother who is a miracle doctor.

"Tang'er, your father and I have agreed to go back to Wuyuguan with you. After we defeat the Beixiong barbarians, we will go back together."

Song Zhiyan's voice was soft, as if she had forgotten her recurring emotions in Wuye Pass.

Ye Jiaxing saw his daughter staring at them deeply without saying a word, so he quickly smiled and agreed, "I am the best cook in the kitchen camp. I want to go back, and they will be very happy."

"You must insist on going to Wuyuguan. I have no objection. There is only one condition: go down and train with them."

After Ye Nitang said calmly, he took out a pen and paper from the medicine box and wrote a letter to Ye Qinghong Hongzhu and the others.

Song Zhiyan stared at her hands, feeling stunned.

Her Tang'er has a habit of raising her little finger when writing.

Tang'er in front of her is holding the pen tightly. Is it because of the pen?

She looked at Ye Nitang's strange pen and white paper with doubts in her eyes.

"Mother Tang'er, let's go down and go with Brother Yang and the others."

After Ye Jiaxing opened the car curtain and jumped out, he called back to her.

Song Zhiyan hurriedly retracted her gaze, took out two old clothes, and hurried down.

Ye Nitang glanced at them from the corner of his eye and continued writing.

After writing the letter, I started writing about the training projects and living arrangements.

When she came out, Zhao Mang and his soldiers had already gone a long way.

She handed the letter to the guard driving the carriage, "Send this carriage to Liuhe Town and tell Gao Yuan to help me protect the two children. If anything happens, report it to me in time."

"Yes!" The guard took the letter, stuffed it into his arms, and drove the carriage to turn around and leave again.

Ye Nitang rode Xiaobai and chased Zhao Mang and his party.

Ye Jiaxing and Song Zhiyan followed the team with Shatu on their backs, and another guard accompanied them on their side.

Ye Nitang ran to the front of the team and stopped next to Zhao Mang, "Let your people run with them."

"Miss Ye, we don't need it."

The soldier on horseback was reluctant.

"It's not up to you, get off your horse and load sandbags, don't talk nonsense!" Ye Nitang yelled and glared at Zhao Mang, "Bring everyone's food money!"

"What do you want to do?" Zhao Mang covered his belt with his big palm.

If it's all given to her, wouldn't he be even more useless?

"From now on, I have the final say on what you eat."

Ye Nitang stretched out his arm and signaled Zhao Mang to get it quickly.

Zhao Mang's face was full of reluctance, but he did not dare to refuse.

Her guard just told him that Miss Ye is not simple, and the prince must be polite.

The princess told him not to mess with the people she calls sisters.

Frustrated, he took out his money bag and handed it over, "It's all there."

Ye Nitang opened it and saw that there were only five hundred-tael silver notes, "Are you embezzling?"

More than 3,000 people only have such a small amount of money, how can it be enough for food for the next half month?

"Although I, Zhao Mang, am a rough man, I will not do such unscrupulous things." Zhao Mang was so angry at her words that he blushed and thickened his neck. "The Ministry of War allocated one thousand taels of silver notes to the soldiers in each city. I have saved so much food money from Changcheng to here, and I don’t even dare to drink more porridge.”

This one thousand taels was given personally by Mr. Shen, Minister of the Ministry of War.

Over the years, the imperial court has never given serving soldiers a penny of money or food.

Ye Nitang held the banknote and thought of the past when ordinary people served in the army and had to pay their own expenses along the way.

She looked a little indifferent, "I'll go to the town ahead to buy ingredients and wait for you. See you later."

After saying that, he ran away on Xiaobai.

"Save it for yourself!"

Zhao Mang shouted anxiously at her back that the banknotes were about to run out and they had to dig wild vegetables to survive.

One of his subordinates came over and said, "Captain Zhao, are you really going to listen to her?"

Hearing this, Zhao Mang turned around and saw that none of the sixteen brothers were loading sandbags. He raised his whip and cursed, "Why are you still grinding? Hurry up!"

The sixteen brothers were afraid of him, so they got out of the way, packed bags of sand, and followed the large group, walking together with the soldiers.

Ye Nitang rode to a town thirty miles away and bought two wooden carriages, two cows, and a carriage for Xiaobai to pull.

I hired two porters to drive the oxcart, bought two large oxcarts of grain, and bought a basket each of vegetables, meat, oil, salt, and seasonings and put them in the cart.

She took the two of them to the official road outside the town, stopped at a water source, and let them leave.

When no one was around, she took out three hundred kilograms of rice, five hundred kilograms of meat, and one thousand kilograms of vegetables from the space.

After thinking about it, I took out some dried bacon, radish pickles, and dry goods.

I thought I would have to wait very late, but at the right moment, Zhao Mang came with his people.

Seeing the food, he stared at her as if he had a toothache, "Miss Ye, we only have the military expenses. If you buy it like this, the money will not be enough."

"If it's gone, just go to the Ministry of Revenue and ask for it," Ye Nitang pointed to the grain on the oxcart, "Quickly ask someone to cook it, just keep it for tomorrow morning."

"Yes!" Zhao Mang thought that she was the prince's person, so he said no more.

He has lost weight after eating gruel these past few days, and he also wants to eat something good.

After he left, Ye Nitang called the guard, "Go and send a letter to the prince and ask him to raise donations in the capital."

They can't just fight tooth and nail to protect their home and country, and let the nobles sit back and enjoy their lives.

"Yes!"

The guard rode away on horseback.

Seeing that she was free, Song Zhiyan and Ye Jiaxing came over.

The two of them ran for a long time carrying ten kilograms of sandbags, and their legs were sore and painful.

Song Zhiyan's cloth soles were worn out.

She ignored the pain in her feet and looked at her daughter with pity, "Tang'er, what do you want to eat? Mom, go borrow a small pot from Captain Zhao and cook it for you alone."

"No need, we will have a big meal with them from now on."

After Ye Nitang finished speaking, he finally softened his heart when he met the two people's sincere eyes.

She took out two water glasses from the carriage and poured two glasses of spiritual spring water for them, "Drink some water."

"Okay," Ye Jiaxing happily took the cup and drank it all in one gulp, "Where did this water come from? It's really delicious."

All his exhausted strength seemed to be back, and his body no longer hurt.

After Song Zhiyan finished drinking, her body felt warm, and she looked at her daughter with gentler eyes.

But Ye Nitang still couldn't let go of her initial attitude towards her.

She walked away indifferently and went to Luo Junning, Yang Dashan and Hu Yunbo.

After giving each of them a glass of spiritual spring water, they moved to the cooking area.

In each of those pots, a lot of spiritual spring water was added.

With a team of 3,000 people, everyone takes turns cooking, collecting firewood and setting up tents every day.

I saw that their tents were difficult to put up, and they didn’t keep them warm either.

She thought about the warm and antifreeze tents in the space, and she could use some of them.

Half an hour later, the meal was ready. Everyone looked at today's white rice and the pot full of meat, feeling that the tiredness was worth it.

The sun didn't set until they finished eating.

Ye Nitang did not let them go to bed immediately, but asked Zhao Mang to divide the three thousand people into small teams of one hundred people.

Each team selects a literate squad leader.

She gave each squad leader a list made of oilcloth.