Everyone has value, but when it comes to price, it varies. Sometimes the price is worth a fortune, and sometimes it is just worth a piece of bacon.
Because we are cutting down trees, there is no shortage of firewood. Although most of them are semi-dry and semi-wet, there is nothing special about being a big-headed soldier. Plus, it is in the wild. If you add more smoke, you may still be able to smoke.
There are mosquitoes and the like, so once the stove is cleared and the fire is started for cooking, the smoke is always billowing, and people walking around in it seem to be looming in the clouds and mist, which is quite fairy-like.
Or a bit of evil spirit...
But for Qu Chang, who was arrested last night, he didn't care about the fairy or demonic energy. He just stared at the big, big, big piece of bacon in front of him.
Compared with later generations, the Han people obviously prefer fat meat to lean meat. If pigs were fed clenbuterol in later generations, they would not be able to sell for much in the Han Dynasty. Therefore, most of the materials used by the Han people to make bacon were
They all use pork belly with thick fat.
After processing, cut it into strips about four fingers wide, and then apply salt, or pickle, or air-dry, or smoke it. There are many ways to process it, but the most important thing is to quickly dehydrate the meat strips so that the meat strips can be dehydrated quickly.
The salt brine adds flavor and prevents the decay of bacteria and fungi.
Therefore, processed bacon is not only durable in storage, but also rich in fat and, more importantly, high in salt!
For the poor lower class people in the Han Dynasty, bacon full of grease and salt was indeed the greatest and most wonderful taste they could imagine in their lives...
As a music director, although I have some privileges, I am not like the big-head soldier who can't smell the smell of meat all year round. However, as the sun rises, my vision gradually recovers, and I can see more details of the music director up close.
, we can naturally understand the gap between the soldiers of Zhang Lu's army at this stage and the soldiers of this general who conquered the west.
They are all wearing fine Gebu robes, which are very strong. They are not like the thin materials on my body that will tear holes immediately if they catch something. Most of their armors are iron armor, and some people even wear them.
Covering his whole body, even his arms have scales covered with iron sleeves!
As for those elite weapons and weapons, let alone them...
The prodigal behavior of Fei Qian, the general who conquered the west, became the glittering Haoge behavior in the eyes of Qu Chang. What the hell was he thinking about, abandoning his identity as a local army and immediately turning his head to join the Central Army!
What's more, there's a big slice of bacon to eat right away!
Dark red and translucent, crystal clear, dripping with oil, and fragrant chunks of bacon slices!
Even if he is a music director, he will only eat a few pieces as big as his fingers during the Chinese New Year and festivals. How can he eat such a fatty meal early in the morning like General Zhengxi...
However, the slander was the same as the slander, or it was envy and hatred. Qu Chang also understood that this piece of bacon was not for free, or whether he could continue to eat it would depend on his subsequent performance.
"I'm Maojiao Zhang!" Qu Chang stood by the wooden frame outside the military village, waving his hands and shouting towards the military village, "Hey! Look at it! I'm shaking my head today.
Damn it! Look at these clothes, they are new, they are solid, they are not sexy at all! Look at these melons..."
Qu Chang, who called himself Maojiao Lao Zhang, grabbed a soldier who also surrendered with him and asked loudly: "Gua Wa Zi! Tell me, what did you eat just now!"
The soldier was also smart and immediately shouted loudly while gesticulating: "Bacon slices! Such a big piece! Warm, fragrant, sweet and thick meat slices! Very solid!"
"Listen to me! Listen to me! Even this melon has a big meat slice to eat!" Maojiao Zhang continued to shout, "Think about what you ate this morning! Such a big piece of bacon slices! Don't
Speaking of you, even I think like a Tintin cat on weekdays, my eyes turn green..."
Seeing the music director jumping and shouting in front of the army camp, Fei Qian couldn't help but laugh. He turned to Xu Huang and asked: "What is that Tintin cat? Dingdang cat? A cat with green eyes?"
Xu Huang shook his head and said: "Junhou, I don't know... I guess..."
Because of the call to surrender the troops, Fei Qian temporarily slowed down the attack of the crossbow soldiers. Gradually, some people's heads appeared on the military stronghold, and then more heads began to shake.
Fei Qian also knew that letting Jiang Bing shout like this below the military stronghold might not immediately make the people in the military stronghold rebel, but it would also plant a seed in the hearts of these people. When the time comes for the actual battle, these military strongholds will
It is enough for the soldiers among them to have the idea that if they surrender, they will be like this song leader, and then their men will lose a little strength to resist...
Morale is a very mysterious thing.
Logically speaking, Fei Qian has been stuck in the watershed for three days now. Drinking water and other items have been rationed, and each person is limited in supply every day. Logically speaking, Fei Qian's morale should be low, but Fei Qian's
No signs of lowering morale among his soldiers were found.
After listening to Qu Chang's words, Fei Qian finally understood something in his heart. It was actually very simple. Sometimes he would unknowingly use the standards of later generations to measure the needs of Han Dynasty soldiers, but in fact, Fei Qian's current subordinates
The treatment of soldiers is already quite high, so their tolerance for some difficulties has also been relatively improved.
It's very simple. The dissatisfaction of lack of sufficient fresh water was made up by other pleasures, especially after seeing the miserable Hanzhong soldiers and knowing that even a Hanzhong Qu Chang was not as well fed and clothed as his ordinary soldiers.
The dissatisfaction I had in my heart may have been forgotten at this time.
Why were soldiers in the Han Dynasty? They fought on the battlefield with their heads raised. Except for some ambitious people who thought they were brave and smart and wanted to gain fame on the battlefield, most of the soldiers just wanted to make a living and get some military pay. So rich
These treatment options for soldiers are naturally very attractive to Qian.
Of course, food and other supplies for soldiers are completely different during battle and during normal times. During battle, the whole army eats basically the same food, even Fei Qian.
Add more side dishes and other things that the guards bring with them, but on weekdays, there is a clear distinction between upper and lower levels, and there are obvious differences in levels of food and clothing.
Qu Chang was jumping up and down and shouting. Compared with Qu Chang, it was quiet on the military base. No one answered or made any movements...
Somewhat weird.
Forget it, no matter what the situation is, you have to deal with it head-on.
Fei Qian turned his head and looked at the last section of the wooden bridge that was being worked on behind him, and said: "Gongming, the wooden bridge will be completed today... Tomorrow at Mao hour, we will capture the military stronghold!"
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There are indeed some emergencies in Fenshuiling Military Village...
Yang Bai didn't pay much attention to the dancing leader, because his brother Yang Song actually disguised himself as a guard and quietly ran to the watershed!
"Brother!" Yang Bai glanced around subconsciously and said in a low voice, "Leaving without any reason is a serious crime..."
"Nonsense!" Yang Song replied nonchalantly, "How about I pretend to be a guard? Okay, it's agreed, I'm recuperating in Hanzhong now..."
"Ah? Oh..."
"Oh what, look what you are called, Zhengxi almost built a wooden frame on the wall of the village!" Yang Song said unceremoniously, "Where are the archers?! Where are the rolling stones and wooden logs?"
?!I said, haven’t you read the book of war? Why do you feel like you’re going back more and more..."
"Brother!" Yang Bai didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He pointed at the crossbow arrows that were deeply embedded in the stone wall and said, "Look what these are. If it weren't for the people sent to Zhengxi today to shake the morale of the army...
...If it were in the past, as soon as the head showed up, it would be 'poof'..."
"Hiss..." Yang Song couldn't help but shrink his neck, "So accurate?"
"Strike a strong crossbow! At least five stone! They are still elite soldiers!" Yang Bai was also a little scared. He glanced at the situation under the stronghold and confirmed that no Zhengxi crossbow soldiers were found, and then poured out the bitter water without hesitation, "He
Damn, I've never seen such an attack on a city in my life... With the crossbows in full swing, brother, do you know how many there are, at least fifty or sixty! Just stand and aim like this, whoever shows his head will die, even with the shield
They were all shot through by you! The rolling stones and wood were also released! We also sent people to burn them... Hey, where are the people now... I said brother, how do you think you can stop it?!"
"Well...it seems that Zhengxi is good at fighting, and what he said is true..." After hearing Yang Bai's complaint, Yang Song not only did not worry, but nodded, "Throwing a crossbow, this thing is expensive...according to me
As far as we know, there are only fifty in the Hanzhong military warehouse, and many of them are damaged... As for the private collection in the Hanzhong Wubao, one household has three to five, and at most more than ten are great... But Zhengxi
One person can take out fifty or sixty sheets, tsk tsk..."
"There must be more than fifty or sixty," Yang Bai said. "The crossbow is very powerful, but it is slow to string. You know this, but these crossbowmen in Zhengxi can shoot the second immediately after firing one round."
The third one is coming... So no matter how many people there are, I can't fill the space here... This Zhengxi, if there are no extra crossbows ready to be cocked in turn, it is impossible to do this..."
"Okay..." Yang Song looked at it carefully, and slowly began to have some concerns in his heart, "...Since the soldiers of General Zhengxi are well-equipped and brave and good at fighting, I feel relieved..."
Although the above are all bonus points, the most important thing is that Yang Song actually heard that General Zhengxi was willing to give these big-headed soldiers who had just surrendered bacon slices to eat, and it was said that it was not just one or two meals, but there would be more in the future.
, this heart can't help but move.
What does this mean?
It shows that General Zhengxi will not be stingy!
As long as they are willing to give their subordinates meat to eat, rather than the kind of leader who only cares about eating meat for himself, and his subordinates don't even have soup, they are all good leaders in Yang Song's eyes...
"Um, ah?" Yang Bai didn't react. Isn't this the opposite of what he said?
"Come here..." Yang Song waved to Yang Bai and whispered a few words in Yang Bai's ear.
Yang Bai's expression suddenly changed, his eyes widened and he said, "...Brother, are you serious about this?!"
"Hi! I spent a lot of money to get the news..." Obviously feeling a little sad about the money spent, Yang Song twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "How can I make back the money I spent?"
, so as not to lose money...Now is the best opportunity..."
"Brother, this is..." Yang Bai was still a little hesitant.
"You are here, I'll go! Just control the soldiers in the military camp for me, don't miss the important event!" If it were a normal war, Yang Song would run as far as he could, not wanting to get involved at all, but what was in front of him was
Wherever there is a war, it is clearly a big business and a huge wealth. How long will it take to get there?
Yang Bai blinked, looked at Yang Song, then at the wooden frame that was about to spread to the military camp, and nodded silently.
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"Are you Yang Song and Yang Mengmao?" Fei Qian looked at Yang Song in front of him. Unexpectedly, he was ready to attack the military stronghold tomorrow, but in the middle of the night, such a person came out and said he wanted to surrender. This is really...
"Exactly." Yang Song replied with a smile and cupped his hands.
To be honest, Yang Song has three long beards and his appearance is not bad, isn't he vulgar... If he smiles and narrows his triangular eyes, he looks somewhat amiable.
There was silence in the big tent.
Li Ru huddled in his leather robe, his face in shadow. He seemed to be stroking his beard slowly, but his specific expression could not be seen.
Xu Huang, on the other hand, had a sullen face. He didn't know if he was dissatisfied because he had disturbed the plan he had prepared for tomorrow. He pressed the hilt of his ring knife and sat motionless, as steady as a mountain.
"Want to surrender?" Fei Qian looked at Yang Song again and asked.
"Exactly."
"..." Fei Qian pondered for a moment, then suddenly slapped the table and shouted, "How brave! How dare you pretend to surrender! Someone, drag him out and chop him down!"
"Oops! General! This is not a fake surrender!" Yang Song was shocked and was about to jump up and down, but Huang Xu pinched him and dragged him out...
"General! General, this is not a fake surrender! Oh, it's not a fake surrender... Oh, pity my twenty taels of gold..." Yang Song shouted while struggling.
Fei Qian stared at Yang Song.
Um?
Didn't you laugh up at the sky and then laugh at me for being short-sighted or something else?
So, is it possible that it really dropped?
"Bring it back!" Fei Qian waved, then glanced at Li Ru.
Li Ru still didn't make any big moves. He just sat aside, nodded slightly, and then smiled without saying a word.
In a daze, Fei Qian suddenly felt a little emotional, oh, it's really not easy...
After all these years, I finally feel like I am shaking my head, and someone is willing to bow down and do it!
Although he is just Yang Song, it is still a beginning, right?
Well, yes, this can be done...
Thinking of this, Fei Qian suddenly felt that he was in a good mood. He smiled and looked at Yang Song, who had runny nose and tears on his face, and sat back on the table. He shook his armor, and then said warmly: "Don't blame Meng Mao.
, I also act cautiously... By the way, Meng Mao just said twenty taels of gold, what happened?"
"Uh..." Yang Song, who was wiping his face with the sleeves of his robe, shook his hand, then put it down, sighed, and said, "I dare not hide anything from the general... The twenty taels of gold are a piece of news I bought...
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Yang Song looked around and gritted his teeth. He didn't know whether it was because he had made up his mind or because it was a pity that such news worth twenty taels of gold would be exposed in front of so many people. "...Yizhou
Mu is seriously ill! He may not be cured!"
"What?!"
In the big tent, including Fei Qian, their hearts suddenly jumped!
