The plum rain on the ground was like cow's hair, scattering from the sky, nourishing the entire land. The official road was covered with weeds, and every few dozen steps was a puddle, which made people miserable.

Headed by Chang'an, it passed Lantian, Yiguan, then went south from Wuguan, to Shangzhou, Junzhou, Dengzhou, and then to Jingxiang. In the Former Tang Dynasty, it was called Wuguan Road.

Since the chaotic times, the Western Regions were blocked and Guanzhong was destroyed, and merchants naturally disappeared. Now, the already meagre business has been baptized by war and Wuguan has been closed, so merchants naturally have no merchants.

"Hey—" Hu Yanzan casually slashed a bandit with unknown name, then patted the straw coat on his body, and said dissatisfiedly: "This group of bandits are crazy, and they dare to attack us."

The other cavalrymen were like killing chickens and monkeys, and their swords fell. The bandits of mobs had almost no one-game enemy. When they raised their swords, their bodies separated and lost their breath.

The corpses on the road were scattered and ferocious, but they could vaguely see their pale face and thin skin, as well as the rag that could not even be called their clothes, were skinny and bony, even worse than a wild dog.

"Maybe I'm so hungry!" An officer said in a deep voice.

"Let's go!" Hu Yanzan shook his head. He knew that the collection of grain on the east road of Shannan is too urgent, but there is no way to fight first.

A group of nearly five hundred cavalrymen, plus a thousand civilians transporting grain, each wearing straw raincoats and leading grain chariots. Even if he rides a horse, it is indeed easy to misunderstand during this foggy and rainy plum rain season.

The war horse sneezed and steamed, and Hu Yanzan had no intention of stopping to rest. Even though the villagers were covered in mud, panting, and some even fell to the ground, he still urged coldly.

This is not because he is born cold-blooded, but because the food supply has been tight recently, and the food outlets are often robbed, forcing him, the owner of the wing, to transport them personally.

"Hurry up--" Waving the horse whip, Hu Yanzan was quite anxious. This place is only more than thirty miles away from Xiangzhou City. The closer it is, the easier it is to be discovered.

The Song army finally encountered the pain of lack of cavalry. It was really painful to face the crisis of robbing food and shortage of food at any time.

I hurriedly urged, but fortunately, it rained today, and the opponent's cavalry rarely went out, so the group returned to Xiangzhou City safely.

Hu Yanzan changed into clothes and came to the prefecture yard to meet Shi Shouxin.

As for Pan Mei, her status was not as good as him at this time. He was the leader of the first wing, and Pan Mei was just a defensive envoy, not as noble as him, the general of the imperial guards.

"Recruitment——" Hu Yanzan said in a deep voice.

"Come back?" Shi Shouxin twisted his neck and looked at his wet body, and couldn't help asking, "How much food is transported back?"

"Junzhou has not much grain, but Dengzhou has some, two hundred and fifty cars and three thousand stones of grain."

"Okay!" Shi Shouxin said happily: "It will take another five days."

"It won't be long before summer harvest will be available, and then there will be a lot of food."

"If you want to recruit some civil servants and me?" Hu Yanzan said softly.

"Didn't you have three thousand people with you before? Why are they gone again?"

"These days are rainy and many people are sick. Now there are only seven or eight hundred people left."

Hu Yanzan said helplessly.

"There are not many people in the city. When you go to collect grain, let the local county government recruit some for you. Remember to save some money."

Shi Shouxin shook his head, without any reproach, and ordered casually.

Hu Yanzan also responded casually.

...

On this side, the Tang army also noticed the Song army's grain transport like ant moving, and was shocked.

"This Shi Shouxin saves food like this, probably because there is not much food in the city."

Pan Chongche said in surprise: "However, people can still transport food back, which proves that we still have some loopholes."

"There is no way!" Liu Guangyi said casually: "Song Bing does not care about horsepower. The civilians are transporting food in the drizzle. Why do they go on a rainy day and lose their soldiers, but it will be bad if the horses fall."

The plum rain on the ground was like cow's hair, scattering from the sky, nourishing the entire land. The official road was covered with weeds, and every few dozen steps was a puddle, which made people miserable.

Headed by Chang'an, it passed Lantian, Yiguan, then went south from Wuguan, to Shangzhou, Junzhou, Dengzhou, and then to Jingxiang. In the Former Tang Dynasty, it was called Wuguan Road.

Since the chaotic times, the Western Regions were blocked and Guanzhong was destroyed, and merchants naturally disappeared. Now, the already meagre business has been baptized by war and Wuguan has been closed, so merchants naturally have no merchants.

"Hey—" Hu Yanzan casually slashed a bandit with unknown name, then patted the straw coat on his body, and said dissatisfiedly: "This group of bandits are crazy, and they dare to attack us."

The other cavalrymen were like killing chickens and monkeys, and their swords fell. The bandits of mobs had almost no one-game enemy. When they raised their swords, their bodies separated and lost their breath.

The corpses on the road were scattered and ferocious, but they could vaguely see their pale face and thin skin, as well as the rag that could not even be called their clothes, were skinny and bony, even worse than a wild dog.

"Maybe I'm so hungry!" An officer said in a deep voice.

"Let's go!" Hu Yanzan shook his head. He knew that the collection of grain on the east road of Shannan is too urgent, but there is no way to fight first.

A group of nearly five hundred cavalrymen, plus a thousand civilians transporting grain, each wearing straw raincoats and leading grain chariots. Even if he rides a horse, it is indeed easy to misunderstand during this foggy and rainy plum rain season.

The war horse sneezed and steamed, and Hu Yanzan had no intention of stopping to rest. Even though the villagers were covered in mud, panting, and some even fell to the ground, he still urged coldly.

This is not because he is born cold-blooded, but because the food supply has been tight recently, and the food outlets are often robbed, forcing him, the owner of the wing, to transport them personally.

"Hurry up--" Waving the horse whip, Hu Yanzan was quite anxious. This place is only more than thirty miles away from Xiangzhou City. The closer it is, the easier it is to be discovered.

The Song army finally encountered the pain of lack of cavalry. It was really painful to face the crisis of robbing food and shortage of food at any time.

I hurriedly urged, but fortunately, it rained today, and the opponent's cavalry rarely went out, so the group returned to Xiangzhou City safely.

Hu Yanzan changed into clothes and came to the prefecture yard to meet Shi Shouxin.

As for Pan Mei, her status was not as good as him at this time. He was the leader of the first wing, and Pan Mei was just a defensive envoy, not as noble as him, the general of the imperial guards.

"Recruitment——" Hu Yanzan said in a deep voice.

"Come back?" Shi Shouxin twisted his neck and looked at his wet body, and couldn't help asking, "How much food is transported back?"

"Junzhou has not much grain, but Dengzhou has some, two hundred and fifty cars and three thousand stones of grain."

"Okay!" Shi Shouxin said happily: "It will take another five days."

"It won't be long before summer harvest will be available, and then there will be a lot of food."
Chapter completed!