Ugunai walked into the warehouse with a victorious smile, reached out and grabbed a handful of wheat, watching them flow down his fingers like fine sand, his eyes flashing with excitement: "Shui Mao, where has the Song army arrived?" ”

"We have crossed Majiling, and we will arrive at Lishui in a few days."

Wu Gu Nai nodded slightly: "When the Song army crosses the water, it will be the time for my Jurchen to send troops!" ”

Shui Mao knew what he meant, this was also a strategy that had been discussed long ago, once the Song army crossed the wide Lishui, it would be fighting against the water, and after the Jurchen army surrounded it, it would force the Song army to retreat.

This is a pocket array prepared for the total annihilation of the Song army, it seems that it is not turbulent to cross the water, but it is not so easy to retreat, the Jurchen army can completely bite them like jackals that have found their prey!

"Now we have about 80,000 troops in our hands, although the Song people are about 200,000, but in fact there are only 100,000 people, our Jurchen warriors' combat power is worth three Song troops, why is there no reason to be invincible?"

Shui Mao looked at Wu Gu Nai with a little worry and said: "Lord, don't underestimate the Song army, although its army is in the advantage of the armor, the morale should not be underestimated, even if it is a cowardly and incompetent, after so many battles, you should have the courage......"

"Scared...... These grains! ”

"The grain is all moldy!"

"What? How is this possible?! ”

The conversation between Ugunai and Shui Mao was interrupted, and the two turned their heads to look at the grain in the warehouse in shock, Shui Mao rushed over like crazy, his hands were deeply inserted into the grain, and a wet feeling instantly made his heart half cold.

He knew that the grain sold to the Jurchens by the Great Song Dynasty was stale grain, but the Jurchens were located in the north, although it was cold and dry, how could it spoil so quickly?!

Ugunai's face was extremely ugly, as if a gloomy dark cloud hung over his face: "All this grain is moldy? ”

Shui Mao pulled out his hands and slowly opened them, and the slightly blackened wheat fell on Wu Gu Nai's hand slippery, making his heart gradually cold, although the Jurchens didn't grow much food, but he knew that these grains were no longer edible.

"Turn all the grain over!"

With Ugunai's words, the surrounding clansmen immediately began to move, closing the gate of the granary first, and suspending the release of grain has begun to attract the attention of some people, especially the patriarchs of those tribes, but now Ugunai has no time to care about them, he wants to know how much grain he can't eat.

These grains are the capital of his face, and if they are lost, it will cause a huge disaster.

You must know that the people of the Wanyan Department now also have to live on this food...... In fact, the Jurchens had used up a lot before, and the grain of the Great Song Dynasty was constantly transported to the Jurchens, and the accumulated grain was not a small amount.

The tribesmen quickly turned over the grain, turning it inside out, and gradually a foul smell slowly wafted into the air, although the taste was not so disgusting, but the grain was inedible.

This was one of the strategies of the Great Song Dynasty, and now it has played a role, and the peasants of the Central Plains Dynasty have long known this, and they know much more about grain than the Jurchens.

As early as hundreds of years ago, the people of the Han family found that moldy wheat is poisonous to people and animals, and after people and animals eat seriously moldy wheat, the mild ones will have nausea, vomiting, chest tightness, dizziness and other uncomfortable symptoms, and the heavy ones will have suffocation.

However, Zhao Zhen knew the most deadly point, this toxin had no specific medicine to treat even in later generations, and severe poisoning would be life-threatening.

Wu Gu Nai rubbed the moldy grain in his hand, squinted slightly, and said, "Can this food still be eaten?" He knew that now was not the time to hold accountable, but to find out if the food could still be used to feed his stomach.

Shui Mao replied cautiously: "If you can eat, you can eat, but you can't say that you will get sick, my lord, we Jurchens don't have many good doctors and not many medicinal materials." If so............"

There was a hint of fierceness in Wu Gunai's gloomy expression: "The most important thing for us now is the human heart, if the human heart is not stable, our Jurchen will really be finished!" ”

Shui Mao knew what Wu Gu Nai meant, frowned and thought for a while and said, "Lord, if you dry these grains, maybe ...... You can still deal with it! But the wheat has become rancid and bitter, and even if it is sunburned, it ......."

"I can't care so much, now let's deal with the past in front of me first, tens of thousands of mouths are waiting for us to give food, if we can't keep our promises, our Wanyan Department will be spurned by all the Jurchens, and no one will even come to take refuge!"

Shui Mao nodded: "My subordinates will do it!" ”

The Wanyan Ministry suspended the distribution of grain to the outside world, the reason is very simple, the wheat in the warehouse is damp, and it must be dried in time, and the warehouse people who are not well taken care of have been killed by Ugunai himself, and the body is hanging on the flagpole of the warehouse wall.

Everyone was convinced for a while, because this person was Ugunai's cousin, and he had a very good relationship on weekdays, so he could be said to be a confidant, but now he was beaten to death because of these grains, which shows that Ugunai is a person who values promises.

Not only that, but he also personally apologized to the patriarchs of the various tribes, was sincere and personally entertained him with the food of the Wanyan Division.

How could such a sincere move not dare to come to the remnants of the tribe? They were already desperate, and the only people they could believe in were Wanyan and his Ugunai.

A huge clearing was covered with golden wheat, and at first some people looked at it with anxiety, but then no one came.

But if someone approaches, if they can get closer, they will find that the wheat is golden and mildewy gray-brown, and some of them can be connected by sticky silk threads, exuding a completely different smell from the aroma of wheat.

After a few days of drying, the gray-brown color has decreased somewhat, and the wheat has gradually regained its golden color, but after the golden yellow, it is still the nasty mildew.

Soon, Shui Mao got along again with a "clever plan" to share the worries of Ugunai, which is still obvious, but if these wheat are ground into flour, then not many people will pay attention, and the wheat of the Jurchens is not husked and grinded, in order not to waste a little grain.

Coincidentally, the wheat with bran was ground into flour, and the color was black, so naturally no one cared, so the people of Wanyan moved a stone mill on the edge of the barn and drove out the grinding flour, and the speed was fast, day and night.

The remnants of the Jurchens, who were still kept in the dark, thought that Ugunai was thinking about them, and knew that it was inconvenient for them to process the wheat, so they took out what they thought was a beautiful gift and gave it back to Ugunai.

For a while, the "warmth" in the face was over, "Hello, I am good, everyone is good", but under this, there is a bane that is buried, a bane that threatens everyone, the Jurchens don't know, but Zhao Zhen knows that moldy food contains an extremely powerful toxin - aflatoxin.

Don't underestimate this thing, its toxicity is sixty-eight times greater than arsenic, and it has serious damage to liver organs, if it is eaten for a long time or in large quantities, the consequences are unimaginable, but Zhao Zhen would never have thought that the Jurchens would poison themselves themselves.