Wen Lianggong strode up the ramparts, yet the closer he drew to the wall, the stranger things felt.
That rhythmic gulping sound... were they all swallowing their saliva?
Wen Lianggong’s face darkened as he turned to his advisor. "Did you not arrange for breakfast to be served this morning?"
The advisor looked troubled. "My Lord, the meal was prepared, but since the grain stores in Jizhou City were already low, the soldiers have been limited to three bowls of thin congee a day. To make matters worse, our supplies mysteriously vanished last night. This morning... there was only enough for a single serving of watery gruel."
Wen Lianggong said, disgruntled, "How can anyone be full on watery gruel? Even if the supplies are gone, there are still several rice shops in the city! Go buy more rice and ensure everyone is fed!"
Chapter 64