Noon.
Ning Zheng was still browsing through various detailed intelligence on the forum, thinking about how to exploit that group of prisoners.
Su Yuniang and Ning Jiaojiao came back in a hurry, cooking and making dishes.
"Brother, don't touch that cart of Spirit Rice in the yard, it's brought back by Sister Su Yuniang from the mountain." Ning Jiaojiao shouted.
Ning Zheng peered out and saw a big cart at the courtyard gate, loaded with grains.
It seemed to be ready to transport to the prison storage.
During this time, the blacksmiths up at the manor have been hoarding quite a bit of Shadow Rice Wine Spirit Rice, just in time to send it to the prison as food for the inmates.
"Got it." Ning Zheng sat down to eat.
"In the future, the daily consumption of the manor is expected to increase! The Spirit Rice produced on the mountain has to be supplied to the prison."
While eating, Su Yuniang discussed with Ning Jiaojiao.
Ning Jiaojiao, as a little prison ward, analyzed:
