Chapter 272: Chapter 272

He had finally gotten a bit closer to Shu’er, so why did he come to the border?

He didn’t come looking for him, but dared to come to the border to court death!

However, since he came, he can’t blame him for being ruthless.

If he kills him, will Pei Shu’er forget about him and focus on being with him?

Just thinking about it, his heart felt a bit sour, a bit mocking, but mostly excited.

Shu’er is his, and nobody should try to take him away!

The kitchen specially prepared meals for Yan Hengyin and Yan Hengjin, but the taste was just average for the two of them.

After they finished eating, on their way back, when Yan Hengyin walked to a dirt house, it suddenly collapsed without warning.

Yan Hengyin tried to dodge, but his hair got caught by a hook nearby.

In an instant, the dirt wall covered him, and the dirt blocks pelted down on him.

Not only was Yan Hengyin stunned, but even the other guards and Yan Hengjin were also shocked.

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He didn’t know what was in the dirt wall, but it hurt a lot.

By the time Yan Hengyin was pulled out, his body and face were covered in tiny wounds, making him look a little less charming.

He appeared slightly embarrassed.

When Yan Hengyin touched the wounds on his face, he instinctively frowned.

"Investigate this for me. Find out who did it, and I want them beaten to death with a stick!"

Since his face was disfigured last time, he was always sensitive about it. Luckily, Pei Shu’er’s ointment, though mysterious in origin, worked wonders, restoring his facial wounds completely.

Yan Hengyin’s incident quickly spread through the camp. His men searched for the culprit, only to find that the dirt wall was simply old and collapsed naturally.

Meanwhile, outside, Tang Zan looked with a dark expression at his empty plate.

He couldn’t believe the audacity of someone eating all his leftovers while he was gone.

The plate looked washed clean, clearly licked spotless.

Tang Zan was utterly disgusted and swept the plate onto the floor, smashing it to pieces.

No one dared to provoke the furious Tang Zan.

At this moment, Shu’er was sitting in the back kitchen, handing the pastries to Commander Zhang.

"Commander Zhang, please try some?"

Commander Zhang took some, tasted it, and then kept tasting. By the third piece, Shu’er wrapped the package again.

Shu’er smiled, "How do they taste? Still okay, right?"

Commander Zhang said, "I can’t really tell what it tastes like, maybe I’ll try another piece."

Shu’er packed up the pastries and then said, "When it’s dinnertime, please spread the word about these pastries. Then this whole package will be yours, so no need to finish them all now."

After a pause, Shu’er also placed 10 kilograms of rice in front of Commander Zhang.

"This is our freshly milled rice, a personal gift to Commander Zhang."

Commander Zhang opened the rice and was stunned to see that the grains were larger than usual, not broken, plump, and crystal clear.

A faint rice fragrance wafted out.

Shu’er laughed, "If the camp doesn’t want to collect taxes in paddy and prefers this kind of rice, we can negotiate terms."

Commander Zhang hesitated; grain was crucial in the camp to ensure everyone was fed.

This rice was good, but he knew Shu’er’s terms wouldn’t be simple.

Shu’er noticed Commander Zhang’s hesitation and smiled, "If you use wooden mortars, there will be losses. But with our dehuller, the loss is minimal, and the bran can be ground fine for you."

"Moreover, the quality is good, and our request is simple, just to collectively reduce sentencing by a month. Or, if your soldiers have free time, to work part-time for a month at Deserted Mountain for us."

As soon as she said this, Commander Zhang’s eyes lit up.

This was a trivial matter; if the rice had no loss, all the better.

Shu’er saw Commander Zhang’s interest and couldn’t help but smile.

"If you think it through, next time during tax collection, Commander Zhang can bring the General’s order with you."

Commander Zhang nodded; he wouldn’t wait until next time and immediately went to seek the General’s approval, which was clear: get the soldiers to work part-time.

After all, soldiers on leave had their meals covered, and by working for the Third House people, who also provided meals, it would save a lot of grain in a month.

Meanwhile, Zhang Feng informed familiar soldiers about working at Deserted Mountain, and everyone was excited, clamoring for leave to go.

The reason was simple: the food at Deserted Mountain was good, and nobody was picky.

Shu’er waited for less than half an incense stick’s time when Zhang Feng finalized the decision, handed her the official letter, and even arranged for soldiers on leave to go to Deserted Mountain the next day.

When Shu’er returned, it was just noon. She first went to the trading post.

Now, many people were there trading, and some were exchanging goods, but the quality of items varied greatly.

Most items were bought by the merchant named Lin Wei.

Today, Lin Wei stood angrily in front of Yinxing’s stall, so his tone was sharp.

"You said these pastries are three wen each? Weren’t they two before? Why the price increase?"

Yinxing was taken aback; with Shu’er, who was good-tempered, nobody else spoke to her , knowing she was close to Shu’er.

She wasn’t pleased but patiently explained.

"Why don’t you try a piece first? Do you find it tastes much better?"

Lin Wei then tried a sample pastry, took two bites, and raised his head.

"Why is it so much finer?"

Shu’er watched from the side, deliberately letting Yinxing handle it, so she didn’t intervene.

Yinxing said, "Because our flour is much finer."

Then, she brought out the flour.

Seeing the pure white, finely milled flour without a hint of bran, Lin Wei’s eyes lit up.

Even the wealthiest families couldn’t filter flour so pure and with such a texture.

He tasted a bit of raw flour, confirming its fineness and lack of graininess as expected.

He felt like he discovered a treasure and didn’t want Yinxing to notice, trying to appear normal.

He looked up, "How much is this flour per kilogram?"

Lin Wei asked, "Can it be cheaper?"

Yinxing shook her head with a smile, "This is the fairest price. Considering the poor harvest, many places face shortages. I’m sure no other flour matches ours in quality or price."

The Young Madam had said that Lin Wei would definitely buy at this price.