On this day, Su Jin and Hanhan were helping at the military doctor's place to prepare golden sore medicine.
On the battlefield, no medicine is consumed more than golden sore medicine, no matter how much there is, it's used up.
Fortunately, Su Jin had improved the prescription, using fewer herbs while increasing the efficacy.
Just this one prescription saved the court an unknown amount of money and countless lives.
Feeling a bit tired and realizing it was lunch hour, Su Jin and Hanhan returned to the camp.
Leaving from the military doctor's place, they saw soldiers squatting outside the tents eating steamed buns, with porridge in their bowls.
Su Jin glanced over, frowning slightly.
The porridge was much thinner than a few days ago, almost seeing the bottom of the bowl.
"Has the court's grain and grass still not arrived?" Su Jin asked.
Xingxing shook her head, "Not yet. The Marquis has already sent three memorials urging them."
