Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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At this moment, Nie Qing hesitated.

Let such a person be imprisoned in Zhuangzi, it is really for his sake, right?

A few thin sheets of paper condensed all Xie Zhuo's painstaking efforts, and Nie Qing could feel Xie Zhuo's ambition from them.

Which man in the world does not want to make contributions?

He locked Xie Zhuo in the manor in the name of safety, so I don't know if he would hate it.

His expression became more and more cold, but he didn't want Ah Zhuo to be in danger.

At this moment, Zhao Wang, who has always been decisive in killing and attacking, hesitated, feeling somewhat at a loss.

"Just wait." He hurriedly threw down the sentence and threw the dead man into the tent to busy himself with his own affairs.

A few days later, Xie Zhuo arrived in the camp in a low-key carriage, protected by hundreds of dead soldiers.

Nie Qing was busy all day outside, and finally made a decision when night fell.

After Xie Zhuo got the news, he reluctantly dismissed the troupe and came towards this place.

His letter had already been handed to his counselors by Nie Qing.

When the counselors saw Xie Zhuo's young face, they couldn't believe that those old words were written by such a young person.

As for Xie Zhuo's arrival, the quartermaster in the camp had the biggest head.

He has never been exposed to such a complicated military planning, calculating the daily food, the route of food and grass, and even considering the weather, distance and accidents, to make three or two plans.

Not to mention those new bookkeeping methods proposed by Mr. Xie, which made him one head and two big

Although this method worked well and made the accounts much clearer, his hair also began to become thinner under the clearer day by day account books.

In the middle of the moon, Xie Zhuo's tent was still lit.

Nie Qing walked out from the tent of the Chinese army and saw this scene.

His face sank, he opened Xie Zhuo's tent and walked in.

"Coming?" Xie Zhuo didn't raise his head when he heard footsteps.

Now the only one who can enter his camp without reporting is His Royal Highness Zhao Wang.

Looking at the thick account book in his hand, Nie Qing frowned: "It's getting late, you should rest."

There was never a moment when Nie Qing regretted letting Xie Zhuo come here to help him.

Since coming here, he has never stopped like a spinning top, and he has lost a lot of weight in a few days.

Xie Zhuo ignored his words, but handed him the account book in his hand.

"The food on the Jiangnan waterway has increased by [-]%."

Now that the world is in chaos, it is normal for food prices to rise, but it is also extremely abnormal for bulk purchases to suddenly increase by [-]%.

Nie Qing looked at those and frowned.

"You mean..." His eyes lit up, and he looked at Xie Zhuo.

Xie Zhuo hooked his lips slightly: "I checked the climate of previous years."

Due to the drought and flood, the harvest around the capital was not good in the past two years, so there should not be too much grain in stock.

The sudden increase in the price of food in the south of the Yangtze River must have something to do with the capital.

"You mean there may be insufficient food there?"

Three months have passed, and the army has advanced to the vicinity of the capital.

After failing to deliver orders one after another, Jingzhong seems to have finally given up struggling and is ready to stick to the capital.

Now it seems that things are not so simple.

"More than that," Xie Zhuo pursed his lips, picked up a pen and wrote two words on the paper: "Moving south!"

If it wasn't for a large-scale march, no matter how little grain there is in Beijing, it can still be weighed for another two or three months, and it will never be so anxious.