Soy milk, fried dough sticks, hot dry noodles

Chen Sansi traveled back to the chaotic end of a dynasty, thankfully with the hardworking system by his side.
He originally wanted to hunt to earn money and someday go to the Martial Arts Hall to learn some basic fist and foot techniques, aspiring just to be an ordinary rich man.
Yet, fate had other plans. With officials imposing heavy taxes and the Martial Arts Hall bullying the citizens, he had no choice but to enlist in the army to survive, becoming an archer.
From "archery (entry-level)," he worked tirelessly up to "operating a ten thousand weight bow, where arrows cannot be dodged," taking the heads of enemy generals from a hundred miles away!
From "basic soldier's spear technique," he worked tirelessly up to "National Guardian Dragon Spear, growing more valiant with each battle," standing firm with a spear on horseback, alone turning back the Enemy Army of a million!
Years later, Chen Sansi, having campaigned in the south and battled in the north, was truly invincible under the heavens, commanding two hundred thousand of the Iron Cavalry.
Watching his subordinates forcibly ascend him to the throne and become emperor, he felt quite helpless: 'You... you have really caused me trouble!'


My Cultivation Starting from Archery

Wang Feng said with a bitter face, "Du Baozong, just a few months ago, you moved all the grain from our Mei County granary to Xinghua Prefecture. Where would we have any grain left now?"


Du Baozong said very impatiently, "Inspector Wang! The Sheng forces are at our gates. Without grain, how can we defend the city? If Xinghua Prefecture City falls, do you think these counties below us can hold? The Sheng people are cruel! Once they pour into the territory and slaughter everywhere, not sparing men, women, elderly, or children, what would this bit of grain matter by comparison?!"


Wang Feng sighed deeply, unable to find a reason to refute, "Not long ago, we forcibly levied several hundred stones of grain from the people. It's in the county government granary, you go take it."


Du Baozong questioned, "Only several hundred stones?"


Chapter 156: The Art of War is a Matter of Momentum_6