At night, when the moon was bright and the stars were dim, the bear paws were finally ready.
Yang Fan used a spoon and pressed it down between the fat bear's paws. A mouthful of soup flowed into Yang Fan's spoon. Yang Fan took the soup into his mouth and sighed with satisfaction. This is the taste.
The essence of bear paw is all in this spoon.
Today I made four bear paws, one for each of the four wives. Chen Xi’s and Mei Xiang’s will be sent back to Vladivostok on dog sleds.
Yang Fan doesn't really like eating bear paws, but he loves this mouthful of soup.
Xiao Niangpi and Lin Yueru stared, watching Yang Fan extend his black hand to the second front paw, and immediately stopped. They quickly drank the soup.
"Wow, sir, you are such a bad person. You have swallowed this mouthful of soup all by yourself." Lin Yueru waved her fist angrily. The little girl also found the tender meat around his waist and twisted it.
They kept the two front paws and sent the two back paws to Vladivostok because the front paws were more delicious. Yang Fan lost interest after eating a few chopsticks. You can't eat more of a good thing, just taste it. If
If you eat too much, you will never have this good taste again.
People should not indulge in enjoyment, but should be content and cherish blessings. Of course, waste is even more undesirable.
Yang Fan put down his chopsticks after eating three pieces. There were still more than thirty pieces of the first bear paw. After Xiao Niangpi and Lin Yueru each ate ten pieces, they also put down their chopsticks and drank another bowl of pimple soup. They were ready to rest.
They pay more attention to health, and eating too much at night is not good.
There is enough bear paws left to last two days.
Yang Fan's bedroom here has a very large floor-to-ceiling window. Through the gauze, you can see the bright moon outside. The clear light fills the earth.
Lying on the snow-white duvet, unable to sleep for a while, Xiao Niangpi and Yang Fan chatted.
"Sir, I heard that you have prepared a military exercise tomorrow."
"Yes, it's just for those savage chiefs. This time, if we give a sweet date, we also have to give them a slap. Otherwise, they are not good men and women. They find that Shuangcheng has so many good things, why would they slap slaves?
, wouldn't it be better to just attack here? Therefore, we must let them know that fighting us will lead to death." Yang Fan leaned on the soft backrest of the bed and said with his arms around Xiao Niangpi and Lin Yueru.
The two of them hugged Yang Fan sideways and rested their heads on his chest, enjoying the afterglow of passion.
If his wives hadn't allowed him to smoke in the bedroom, Yang Fan would have wanted to smoke a cigar.
"The master's idea is right. These savages are afraid of power but not moral. Only if we let them know that they can't afford to offend us will they attack others under our instructions in exchange for our rewards." Lin Yueru nodded.
said.
"So, sir, except for firearms and food, you can sell other things to them, is that what you mean?" Xiao Niangpi asked.
"Yes, as long as they do business with us, they will soon rely on us. The money they earn from selling things is basically consumed in the city. This is called making money in Shuangcheng and spending money in Shuangcheng. If you want to bring them together,
Go home." Yang Fan looked like he wanted to be beaten.
The supplies here are so rich that these savages are going crazy. In the evening, Yang Fan gets a report that the most purchased items are iron items, especially weapons and heating appliances.
Weapons are easy to understand. These savages even used animal and fish bones to make weapons. But it is a bit surprising that iron stoves and stove tubes sell so well.
It turns out that it's not that they are not afraid of the cold, but that they really have no choice but to suffer.
This time I saw cast iron stoves and briquettes, and everyone bought them like crazy. Even though the briquettes and stoves here, plus a thousand pieces of coal, cost a pound of alluvial gold, more than 600 were sold.
Almost every chief bought five or six.
The next day, at nine o'clock sharp, after the chiefs finished eating tofu bread, deep-fried dough sticks, steamed buns, and shrimp wontons at the breakfast stall, they patted their bellies with satisfaction and came to the Nancheng city wall.
What kind of military exercises will the Ming army conduct here today?
In fact, although these leaders are willing to work low and low, it is mainly to obtain supplies. In the face of absolute hunger, everything else is worthless.
However, they are actually quite arrogant. In their hearts, they even look down on the slaves, let alone the soldiers and horses of the Ming Dynasty. They also know that the slaves are suppressing the Ming Dynasty.
But for the sake of the egg yolk pie, I had to cooperate with Daming's performance. After all, I feel comfortable filming Uncle Uncle, and all kinds of benefits will come in a steady stream.
The leaders were chatting and laughing, discussing the delicacies in the city and various good things, such as thermos bottles and other artifacts. At this time, only three gunshots were heard. A battalion of infantry had already run into the position.
The exercise was held on the plain outside the south city wall. This was originally a cornfield. After the corn was harvested, the corn roots were dug out, and the land became flat. It was covered with a layer of snow.
At one hundred meters, trenches were dug and gun targets were erected in them. At two hundred meters, rafts made of trees were erected. At three hundred meters, squares were drawn out with lime.
The leaders were invited to the tower and watched inside.
Yang Fan waved his hand to indicate the start of the exercise. Immediately, a battalion of 500 people walked into the wall. The 500 people formed five square formations, and the formation was uniform, showing the momentum of thousands of troops.
The leaders were in a daze when they saw this scene. They couldn't imagine that these people could actually be trained to such an extent. They could completely obey orders and prohibitions. They couldn't do it themselves.
"100-meter breast target, ten rounds of shooting, start." The battalion commander gave the order, and the five hundred people divided into three columns and raised their flintlock rifles uniformly.
These rifles have reached the highest level of flintlocks, and have better performance than the British Brown Spey flintlocks in the Crow War.
The chiefs had never seen firearms before. They were holding a strange stick with a bright bayonet on it. Could this be a spear? A Ming-style spear, a type we have never seen before.
Soon, they knew that this was definitely not a spear. It was a flintlock rifle.
Bang bang bang! A burst of intense gunfire came, and smoke and fire were sprayed from the muzzle of the gun. The smoke was filled for a while. Some people couldn't see the gun target in the distance. But the winter wind here was very strong, and the smoke was blown away in an instant.
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At this time, these leaders were shocked. Only then did they understand that this was a legendary firearm. This was a kind of firearm.!
All the targets in the distance had been knocked down. At this time, the people in the trenches were erecting the targets again.
Three rows of musketeers began to fire continuously. There were almost no flaws. The leaders could see clearly, and they were all destroyed before they could rush to them.
Fortunately, these Donghai people only have simple cold weapons, and they don't have decent weapons.
In this case, if you want to fight the Ming Dynasty, the key to victory lies in the speed of contact with the enemy. You have to rush up and fight hand-to-hand as soon as possible.
At this time, they could see clearly that with three rounds of continuous shooting, they had no chance to rush within thirty meters of the musketeers, let alone rush in for a hand-to-hand fight.
The enemy's muskets had already been killed on the way to the charge.
This chapter has been completed!