The head of the former food officer was still hanging on the flagpole of the camp gate, dried like a piece of bacon - that was Gu Beiming's first "job handover" when he came to Daliang.
General Zhenbei threw three thousand stones of malted wheat, damp beans, and rotten millet that had been soaked in flash floods in front of him: within ten days, if he could not feed the five thousand frontier troops who had run out of food, he would be the second head on the flagpole.
There is no system, no space, no cheats. In the hands of this doctor of modern food engineering, he only has a photographic memory and a lot of real skills: mold prevention and water control, malted barley saccharification, compressed military rations, and canned preservation.
