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Perhaps it was because he took the medicine for awakening, and Zhu Di had a rare sleep in the afternoon and did not cough.

The team transporting food and grass came, but did not see Zhu Di, so Zhu Zhanji and Xue Lu came forward to accept it.

Fang Xing did not show up, he was making supper.

The grasslands in autumn are the most abundant. Xiaodao found a large group of yellow sheep at noon. After receiving the news, Xin Laoqi and his servants set off. In the military camp, Fang Xing didn't have to worry about his safety.

I didn’t know if there would be yellow sheep at night, so I woke up and made a big pot of dough soup.

The vegetables were soaked, Fang Xing took out a piece of old bacon. He made this piece of bacon himself, and this time he brought more than ten.

After scrubbing the warm water, Fang Xing boiled the bacon in water and kept it.

When you slice the bacon, most of it is fat. When you look at it in the light, it is almost transparent.

Stir in ginger and garlic, then add bacon and stir-fry, add water.

The setting sun shines on a flag, and it feels a bit bleak.

The setting sun shines on the big flag, and the horse whistles and winds.

Without a pot lid, Fang Xing added a few firewood, then took a step back and looked at the servants returning with colorful clouds in the distance.

What does it feel like to ride a horse?

It's probably like racing in the future.

But if you want to ride a horse, the best place is the grassland. Here you can feel what is boundless, as if you can't run out of the grassland in your life.

Cheers from the servants came from the wind, Fang Xing stood with his hands behind his back. Seeing Li Jia also there, he had a rare smile on his face.

Fang San's death was a blow to everyone, but Fang Xing would hide the blow in his heart, slowly open up and slowly endure it in the years to come.

The people and horses stopped in front with a gust of wind, and Xin Laoqi and others were carrying yellow sheep on their backs.

"Master, those group of yellow sheep said at least three hundred. They just thought that you said you would keep the seeds, so we only got ten."

Fang Xing looked at it and found that it was all fat sheep, and then said, "Your Majesty gives you one, Lord Yang and Lord Xue give you one, let's do the rest slowly."

Li Jia asked, "Captain, where is His Royal Highness the Grand Prince?"

Fang Xing looked at the bacon in the pot and said, "He, he will naturally come after smelling it."

Xin Laoqi took people to deliver sheep and first went to Zhu Di's place. When Wang Fusheng saw it, he almost drooled.

"Tsk! This lamb is best to eat when roasted. It must have spices, otherwise it will taste very strong."

Xin Laoqi put the yellow sheep down and said, "Your Majesty's body cannot eat big meat, you can do it yourself."

Wang Fusheng wanted to ask for some more spices, but he was short and could not open his mouth.

Xin Laoqi didn't care about this, and then gave Yang Rong and Xue Lu.

When I returned to Fang Xing's side, the noodle soup was ready, and Zhu Zhanji was there, holding a big bowl of Xili and eating happily.

"This gnocchi absorbs the aroma of bacon, and the dried vegetable removes greasyness. Wow! The vinegar is also just delicious."

This is the most comfortable time Jia Quan has eaten since Beizheng, and he keeps praising Fang Xing's craftsmanship.

Xin Laoqi and others came back, took a big bowl filled with dumpling soup, and then squatted aside, eating louder than Jia Quan's.

“Chi peppers are just the right one.”

Zhu Zhanji had eaten half of it and was about to take a break before eating.

Fang Xing took a bite of garlic, and his tongue was so spicy that his hair hurt. He quickly snored a bite of dough bumps and said comfortably: "Sweet, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty, I only like spicy and salty, both of which are indispensable."

Zhu Zhanji said: "In fact, there are ways to eat sweets, so it's okay to eat them occasionally."

Fang Xing pointed to his stomach and said, "Sweet food is like the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, but the spicy food is the lonely smoke in the desert, and the horses are whistling and the wind is whistling."

Zhu Zhanji felt a little uncomfortable while squatting. He stood up and said, "Didn't it mean that sweets can make people feel happy?"

This is what Fang Xing said, and it is to make excuses for the sugarcane field in Jiaozhi.

After Fang Xing finished eating the dough, he put the cut and washed yellow sheep in a large pot, then took the surgery and finally used a bowl of prepared ingredients to slowly marinate the yellow sheep.

"Happiness is good, but everything will turn out to the extreme. God naturally has its fair side. What you get will inevitably lose accordingly."

Fang woke up and washed his hands. The guys had eaten all the time, staring at the yellow sheep in the pot with their eyes shining.

"Eat later, otherwise it won't be eaten."

The bonfire was lit, and Fang Xing and Zhu Zhanji were walking around.

Walking on the grassland at night is actually not a good idea. The crazy mosquitoes can make you doubt your life, so this is also the reason why Zhu Di was worried when he woke up when he was just sick.

Even though they applied the mosquito repellent potion to their exposed skin, the two of them could not withstand the buzzing sound of the mosquitoes and finally returned to the fire.

"Hold the sheep up."

Fang Xing only ate a small bowl of gnocchi and was a little hungry.

"How is it like making your own decision?"

"Not really," Zhu Zhanji said: "It's a lot of things, it's just a few tens of thousands of troops. If it were a country, it would be a headache."

"It will get better slowly."

Fang Xing encouraged that Zhu Di suddenly let go these days and asked Yang Rong and Xue Lu to report to Zhu Zhanji for any trouble.

How much can the army of more than 30,000 people have to do every day? Most of them have been solved by Yang Rong and Xue Lu, and the only things that come to Zhu Zhanji are slightly bigger.

"I know they are all looking at me, watching how I deal with these things, whether they are firm and majestic, Grandpa Huang must be watching too."

"So I can't be weak, I have to hold on and show the majesty of the royal family... but I'm very tired!"

Zhu Zhanji complained a little, but there was a smile on his face.

"Just do it, be proud, why cover it up?"

The yellow sheep came up and sniffed, and the flame suddenly became full.

Zhu Zhanji said with a melancholy expression: "I know what Grandpa Emperor means, but I don't want to."

Zhu Di was sick this time and probably felt a little crisis, so he couldn't wait to cultivate Zhu Zhanji.

But what about Zhu Gaochi?

The father and the son, one is often scolded and beaten, and the other is favored.

How can I turn around if this continues?

Fang Xing was also depressed. Seeing that there was no one around, he quietly took out a bottle of white wine and said, "Drink less so that people will not smell unstable."

Unless Zhu Di spoke in the Northern Expedition Army, he should not drink alcohol.

However, if Zhu Zhanji really wants to drink, no one will say anything, but it is inevitable that he will be unfavorable to his image.

Zhu Zhanji's mood suddenly became low and sighed like Fang Xing.

This is a knot that is difficult to open. It seems that nothing is wrong at the moment. It’s normal. What can I do afterwards?

The servants couldn't drink it, so Fang Xing and Zhu Zhanji poured a small bowl together and slowly savored it.

It was dark in the night, and the servants went back after eating some mutton, leaving the place for Fang Xing and Zhu Zhanji.

The two of them were silently eating mutton, drinking white wine, and thinking about their own thoughts.

Fang Xing put the bowl on the ground and suddenly hummed a melodious song.

“…this is…”

Zhu Zhanji also put down the bowl, hugged his knees with both hands, and listened in a daze.

After singing the song, Zhu Zhanji sighed and said, "Brother Dehua has composed a song for the Mongols and Yuan people?"

Fang Xing shook his head: "I just feel it, but unfortunately I can't speak for a long time."

"good."
Chapter completed!