Chapter 289: Finally Able to Eat a Full Meal

At this moment, Xiao Moting gave an order.

"Tell the Cook Battalion to bring the vegetable soup over."

Just as the villagers were touring the farmland, he had already instructed the Cook Battalion to make vegetable soup for the villagers to taste.

Soldiers carried several large iron pots, walking over with great effort.

Inside the pots was piping hot vegetable soup.

High-quality pork belly was cut into chunks and tossed into the pot to boil into a snow-white broth; once the soup was boiling, they added bok choy, Spinach, sweet potato leaves...

The fresh fragrance of the vegetables was brought out by the meat broth, making the aroma mouth-watering.

Sprinkled with a handful of bright green chopped scallions, it was simply delicious.

"It smells so good!"

The villagers sniffed the air and called out, gathering around the pots in unison.

Xiao Moting had the cooks bring over ceramic bowls, ladled out the meat broth from the pots, and handed it to every villager.

"Everyone, have a taste. The vegetables boiled in this pot are the ones grown in our Beijiang Camp's farmland."

"The seeds distributed to you will grow into these very vegetables."

The vegetable and meat soup was fresh and fragrant; the villagers couldn't care about the heat, picking up the bowls and eating immediately.

"It's so delicious, this bok choy is so fresh."

"Delicious, I never expected sweet potato leaves to be this tasty."

"Fragrant, truly fragrant! These vegetables are so good."

The villagers praised the food endlessly; they had never eaten such delicious vegetable soup in their entire lives.

After finishing one bowl, everyone looked longingly at the pots again.

They hadn't had enough; they still wanted more.

Xiao Moting waved a hand, "Line up, take turns ladling the soup."

The villagers cheered immediately, quickly crowding forward to form a long, crooked line.

Everyone held their bowls, watching the large pots ahead impatiently, fearing the soup in the pots would be ladled out.

Soon, the several pots of soup were finished by the villagers.

Xiao Moting was not stingy and had the Cook Battalion make five more pots.

"Also, cook several pots of white rice and bring it over for the villagers to eat."

Before long, fragrant white rice and meat soup were delivered.

This time, it was pork bone stewed with creamed bok choy; the bok choy was soft and glutinous, fresh and sweet.

The villagers crowded together, competing to ladle rice and drink soup, eating noisily; everyone's face bloomed with smiles, their faces glowing with health.

Xiao Moting did not stop them; he knew these villagers were starving.

With the help of Bai, the Beijiang Camp lacked no food at all; it seemed everyone was well-fed, but in reality, the villagers outside the camp could not get enough to eat, lacking clothing and food, living a life of feast and famine.

Especially during the blizzard last year, which froze many plants and animals to death; the food the villagers had stored was long gone, and many people had starved to death.

Even after spring arrived, it was a time when the old grain was exhausted and the new had not yet ripened.

Apart from the Beijiang Camp, few commoners outside could get their fill.

Therefore, he let these villagers who came to collect grain seeds eat their fill.

The villagers ate ravenously, tears welling up in their eyes.

In the pot was rice made from pure white Refined Rice!

And there was meat soup, cubes of pork belly, and pork marrow bones—these were good things they couldn't even eat during the New Year!

Since they were born, they had never been as full as they were now!

Everyone swept through the food like a whirlwind, quickly finishing everything in the pots; even the leftover soup at the bottom of the pots was carefully poured out and drunk by everyone.

The food was too precious to be wasted.

Having eaten their fill, the villagers knelt before Xiao Moting one after another, their eyes filled with hot tears.

"Thank you, Prince, for letting us have a full meal."

Xiao Moting said, "The Beijiang Camp is giving you grain seeds and vegetable seeds; as long as you put your heart into growing them, you will not have to worry about food and drink in the future."

"Yes, we will definitely farm well."

Having tasted the deliciousness of the vegetables, the villagers changed their previous doubts and patted their chests to guarantee it.

Thus, Xiao Moting called for the soldiers to bring over the grain seeds and vegetable seeds, and also brought a batch of pesticides and fertilizers.

"Everyone line up, go register first, and come collect the grain seeds."

"By household, each family will receive four bags of vegetable seeds and one bag of grain seeds."

"These bags of vegetable seeds are the very vegetables you just ate: bok choy, Spinach, creamed bok choy, and sweet potatoes."

"Among them, the sweet potato seeds are sweet potato roots; don't eat them when you take them back. Bury them in the soil, water them, and fertilize them, and you will soon be able to grow sweet potato leaves."

The villagers lined up in several rows, taking turns to collect the grain seeds.

The villagers who received the seeds held them in their arms as if they had found a treasure, as if they were holding something precious.

These grain seeds were the hope for their survival.

"Come, come!" Qin Zhan held a megaphone and announced loudly, "Villagers who have received the grain seeds, come to me to collect fertilizer and pesticide. Each household is limited to one small bottle. I will tell you the specific usage methods."

After the villagers took back the grain seeds, they still had to fertilize them so they would grow quickly.

The scene was lively, and many villagers were still regretting not calling their relatives and friends over.

Someone stretched their neck and asked.

"Can we come and collect more after we finish today?"

Xiao Moting shook his head, "The grain seeds are distributed in limited quantities; villagers who have already received them cannot collect more. But after you go back, you can notify your relatives and friends and have them come over to register and collect them."

The seeds were very precious; even if Bai Wei could use Teleportation again, he could not just hand them out recklessly.

"Listen well," Qin Zhan added, "if you take these grain seeds back and do not plant them properly, you will not be given any more in the future."

The villagers were terrified and shook their heads incessantly.

"Soldier, rest assured, we will definitely plant them well."

"The seeds are so precious, and the vegetables that grow from them are so delicious, we will certainly cultivate them with care."

……

The villagers returned home.

The next day, the entrance to the Beijiang Camp was packed with a dense crowd of people.

These people were all nearby villagers; they had not come to collect grain seeds yesterday, but after the villagers who had collected them returned, they all began to boast.

"The vegetables grown from the grain seeds the Prince of Northern Suppression gave us are delicious."

"These seeds cost nothing, and the Prince of Northern Suppression was very generous, treating us all to rice cooked with Refined Rice and meat soup boiled with pork belly; it was truly delicious."

"Who told you not to believe it? We are all full."

The news spread quickly, and the villagers who had not gone to collect the grain seeds were so regretful their guts turned green.

Therefore, the villagers swarmed over in a flock to collect the grain seeds.

Xiao Moting stood on the watchtower, holding Binoculars to look out into the distance.

Today, at least ten thousand villagers had come.

They were all from the nearby villages and towns, and quite a few had rushed over overnight from the villages near the Snow Mountain Mine.

He gave the order, "Register the villagers and distribute the grain seeds."

Bai had said that every villager must receive grain seeds, and if they ran out after distributing them, he should write her a note, and she would go buy more seeds.

In fact, without Xiao Moting needing to write a note, Bai Wei already knew about this matter.

Her consciousness had already been transmitted over, quietly observing.

Because it was "peeping," she had always felt too embarrassed to tell Xiao Moting.

If Xiao Moting knew that he was being watched by her anytime and anywhere, he would certainly feel very uncomfortable.