Before Li Jing and his party arrived at the firearm prison, they had smelled a strong smell of meat.


    "How delicious!" Cheng Yaojin greedily smelled the meat fragrance in the air. He hadn''t enjoyed Mohist food for a long time since he set out for the war. At this time, the aroma immediately made him salivate.


    More than Cheng Yaojin, even the generals couldn''t help taking a deep breath, not to mention ordinary generals. If the military orders were not strict, I''m afraid they would have been surrounded.


    "I''ve heard that Mohist food is extraordinary for a long time, and it really deserves its reputation." Li Jing smiled and took the generals into the firearms prison.


    As soon as he entered the firearms prison, he saw a soldier frying white flour in front of a big pot. Merton was pointing aside. When he saw Li Jing and his party coming in, Merton quickly greeted him and saluted.


    "See you, generals!" Murton bowed.


    Li Jing nodded, looked at a large pot of hot fried noodles and said, "this is the new military grain mentioned in the ink sacrifice wine."


    Merton explained: "This is fried noodles. It is a traditional folk food in Huai''an. The local Yellow River is flooded. Every year, a large number of civilian men are recruited to repair the river embankment. Every time the civilian men go to repair the river embankment, the mother-in-law of the family will make some fried noodles for the civilian men to carry as dry food on the road. After a long time, it is even a tradition. The local people will make fried noodles for consumption on June 6 every year. It is said that, After fried noodles are made, they can be stored for two months for a short time and for three months for a long time. "


    "Two months!" Li Jing exclaimed.


    The generals couldn''t help looking at Merton suspiciously. They had never seen that they could store dry food for two months.


    Merton nodded: "according to local records, if some folk bring too much fried noodles and don''t finish eating, they can still be used as return dry food after three months of river work."


    "There''s even this!" Li Jing said in surprise.


    "There must be soldiers in Huai''an area in the army. The general can tell by asking." Merton said confidently.


    "Come on, go to the army and find a group of soldiers from Huai''an." Li Jing ordered without hesitation that he could store dry food for two months. If it could be confirmed, it would be a great help for the expedition army to get rid of the heavy burden of logistics!


    If so, the western expedition has not yet started, it will make a contribution.


    Suddenly, the generals looked at the young man with jealous eyes. They probably believed 80% of the role of fried noodles in their hearts. With Merton''s reputation, if they were not sure, they wouldn''t take this risk.


    They risked their lives to get the military merit, but the MOH family won it without effort. How can this balance people''s hearts.


    "Whether the fried noodles are true remains to be confirmed. Can the ink sacrifice wine buy so many livestock and poultry for so long." Hou Junji looked at the steaming pot next to the fried noodles, a large number of meat pieces floating and sinking, emitting an attractive fragrance, and said with a strange look.


    Merton sighed, "although fried noodles are easy to store, the soldiers are killing the enemy for the country. The long-distance expedition is the most physically demanding. If there is only pasta but no meat, it may be difficult to support."


    Merton''s words immediately made the generals nod slowly. They often knew the suffering of the soldiers in the army. When they heard Merton think about the soldiers again, they looked at Merton a little softer.


    "So, the boy thought, mix some minced meat in the fried noodles, so that it is delicious and can make the soldiers replenish their strength." Merton brought a plate of dry food mixed with minced meat in the fried noodles and signaled the people to taste it.


    "Hmm! It tastes meat and tastes good." Li Jingpin tasted it and brightened his eyes.


    "If it''s salty, you should put salt, so you don''t have to bring extra salt." Cheng Yaojin''s eyes lit up.


    "Just too dry." Duan Zhixuan swallowed hard.


    Merton quickly handed over the cold boiled water that had already been prepared. As soon as they drank it, they slowed down. Looking at the fried noodles mixed with meat foam, they nodded with satisfaction.


    "Do it well. It lasts longer, and it tastes much better than dried millet rice. I like Laocheng." Cheng Yaojin praised loudly.


    It''s easy to preserve dry talents. That''s why we need to prepare dry food for the expedition. Suddenly, the public will believe that Merton''s two-month shelf life is a little more.


    At the moment, Li Jing''s personal soldiers came in a hurry with five soldiers and reported: "I inform the general that the soldiers from Huai''an have arrived."


    "See you, general!" five officers and men from Huai''an looked at the generals in front of them and said in fear.


    Li Jingrou came forward, pointed to fried noodles and asked, "do you know what this is?"


    An old soldier nodded and said, "this is fried noodles. It is a common thing in villains'' hometown and a necessary thing for people to build the river."


    "It can really last for two months," Li Jing asked.


    The old soldier affirmed: "indeed, the villain started from Huai''an''s home after receiving the recruitment. The dry food prepared by his wife for the villain is fried noodles. After walking from Huai''an to Chang''an for two months, the prepared fried noodles are still good and edible."


    All the soldiers of Huai''an native place nodded one after another and said, "so are the villains. I heard that some river workers have stored fried noodles for half a year."


    After hearing the testimony of officers and men from Huai''an, the generals were convinced that this fried noodles is indeed a rare thing for military dry food.


    "Ink sacrificial wine is indeed a learned man. He is far away in Chang''an. He can even know the Huai''an folk customs thousands of miles away." Duan Zhixuan praised.


    Morton modestly said, "general Duan is flattered. This is recorded in the collection of anecdotes in the world by Ink magazine. I also got it by chance."


    Li Jing solved the problem of dry food for the army expedition. He was in a happy mood and said, "the world knows a lot of fried noodles, but you are the only one who can think of using it for military food. After this expedition, the general will certainly ask the imperial court for a contribution for you."


    However, to the surprise of the generals, Merton shook his head slowly and said, "this is fried noodles, not a thing of the Mohist school. I don''t dare to dedicate my skills to Buddha by borrowing flowers."


    The generals immediately looked at Merton as if they were fools. This is military merit, which is not equal to other merits. To put it bluntly, in Datang, as long as you have enough military merit, you can be exempted from capital punishment in addition to rebellion.


    Li Jing looked at Merton in surprise and said thoughtfully, "the world says that the Mohist school is nothing new in the world. Do you say that the dry food offered is not fried noodles?"


    Merton nodded proudly and said, "yes, this is what you want to give to the general."


    Merton finished, reached out and handed Li Jing a square block like the size of the palm of his hand.


    "Is this?" Li Jing wondered.


    "Compressed dry food!" Merton said solemnly.