"You silly boy, the Imperial Court doesn't have that much flour for us, does your wife not have any either?" Nian Qianqian rolled her eyes at Gu Qingheng.
"What's this got to do with Xinxin?" Gu Qingheng frowned.
"Don't you know Xinxin has set up many granaries all over the place?" Nian Qianqian chuckled, "The nearest granary from us is only a two-day trip back and forth. If we're on horseback, it could be done in a day. There are all kinds of flour in there, enough to feed tens of thousands of soldiers many meals of dumplings..." As she spoke, she took out a set of keys, "Xinxin said they've also stored some non-perishable ingredients in there, like salted vegetables, bean paste, and various cured meats. Hurry up, call some soldiers to come with me to pull the food."
