Chapter 345 I want him to read a few books, just read a few books
Chapter 345
After leaving Zhuojun, they turned south and then turned east. This was a team of several hundred people.
The journey was uneventful, and the many counties we passed by naturally did not dare to neglect it.
Everyone knows that this Pyongyang Road Marching Supervisor is a new celebrity around the Emperor of the Sui Dynasty.
No matter it's supplies or anything else, we don't dare to have any difficulties.
Traveling in the hot summer is indeed a bit tiring.
You must get up early, and during the two hours at noon, you need to rest in a cool place and wait for the hottest time to pass before continuing on your journey.
Fortunately, apart from three to five heavy rains along the way, there were no other accidents.
Despite this, we walked for a full month and five days and finally arrived at the junction of Gaomi County and Donglai County.
It was almost noon when I saw a clear river beside the road.
Yang Qian lifted up the gauze cover of his bamboo hat, looked around twice, and ordered the army to stop moving forward.
"Go and tell Brigadier Zhao to stop advancing. Let the brothers unload the horses and oxen first and have a good rest."
Yuan Bin next to him made a loud promise and then rode off.
After a short while, the long queue in the distance slowly stopped.
Both soldiers and civilians and craftsmen all breathed a sigh of relief.
Yang Qian rode his horse towards the river. He had already taken off his armor and was only wearing cool single clothes.
After all, on such a hot day, no one would risk death by wearing that tin can, unless it was wartime.
After a short time, the untied cattle and horses were free, strolling leisurely along the gentle river, and even chewed the weeds leisurely and elegantly.
Yang Qian took off the bamboo hat with the gauze cover, moved his neck, and subconsciously looked to the side.
"Sir, how long do we have to wear this thing?" Du Fuwei, who was beside him, disliked this kind of effeminate sun protection tool.
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Yang Qian was unhappy, glared at Du Fuwei, raised his hand and pointed at the craftsmen and soldiers in the distance.
"Why are you so anxious? I'm doing this for everyone's benefit. Look at those people. Aren't they wearing the same clothes?"
"I've been traveling for more than a month in the summer, and my skin can still be so supple and tender. Isn't it the credit of this?"
Du Fuwei felt dumbfounded and touched his still smooth and tender face.
"But I don't think there's anything good about this."
"This is to prevent photoaging, do you understand?
Listen to me honestly, since you are my subordinates, you must obey my orders."
"No!" The responses of more than a hundred soldiers all seemed very feeble.
Although he is a bit of a sissy, but since his master insists on doing this, what else can he do if he doesn't obey him honestly?
Besides, I have to admit that with this cover, I really don’t have to face the harsh sunlight that can make my face peel.
Mixed in among the soldiers, Li Xiuning was also dressed in the same dress, separated by the tulle cover.
Looking at Yang Qian, who had a handsome little face and was teaching the soldiers a lesson, he couldn't help but feel a sweet feeling in his heart.
After spending more than a month together, although the two of them did not have very long time alone each day, they could see each other, talk and play chess every day.
Sometimes I can listen to him read, or listen to him telling some magical stories, which is really nice.
That is, the time always felt too short, but when the northern expedition to Goguryeo was over, I returned to the Eastern Capital.
I can stay with my little husband forever, want him to read a few books, read a few books...
You can watch it for as long as you want. Oops, my face is getting hot. It must be because of the weather.
Li Xiuning couldn't help but reached into the gauze cover, touched her slightly hot pretty face and said shyly.
"Ah...sneeze!" Yang Qian sneezed loudly. What's going on? The little sister is right next to him, so it shouldn't be her.
Either his biological father, or his biological mother, and of course his biological sister, well...
It's also possible that the cute and cute little sister Wu Gu was missing her good brother. She couldn't help but glance at Changsun Wuji.
The guy was sitting lazily under the big tree, with Li Shimin squatting on the left and Duan Shizi on the right standing with his back against the big tree.
Three people, all holding a piece of cake in their hands, squeaking...
Yang Qian looked away helplessly. Who were the people under his command? It was really speechless.
We rested and had lunch on this river bank shaded by woods.
However, Yang Qian felt more and more that the military rations at this time were really inconvenient.
The inconvenience is that the Chinese people are indeed stubborn grain eaters. Even when marching and fighting, the dry food they carry is still corn...
Every time when it was time to eat, after the smoke was lit, a clay pot was used to fill the water, and then the corn, chopped wild vegetables, beans, and even meat were added and mixed together.
Just boil it all... yes, just boil it until it's cooked, then cut it off with a knife, or cut a piece of vinegar cloth soaked in vinegar and salt and throw it in.
Sui Dynasty marching meal: thick vegetable, corn and minced meat porridge has been completed, please enjoy.
This is not bad. I heard Brigadier Zhao, an old soldier in the team, say that the military rations of those soldiers in the south who cannot eat enough corn are not like this.
It is dry food made from cooked rice dried in the sun. When it is time to eat, the soldiers take some and soak it in hot water before eating it.
This kind of instant rice appeared in the Han Dynasty and was called "糗璒(qiǔ bèi)" at that time.
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Fortunately, Yang Qian could only enjoy such a meal with the people at noon, and at night, um, the master cake maker Duan Shizi was invited to appear.
The pancakes are made of corn porridge, and they are eaten very happily. If you want to eat meat, hunt some game, or cut off a few pieces of bacon and throw them into the porridge to cook.
In short, this march made Yang Qian realize the hard work of soldiers in this era.
After eating this Sui-style military meal, I had just put down my bowls and chopsticks when a cavalryman came riding up.
"Jiang Yang, there are cavalry in front of us heading towards us. They seem to be flying the banner of Zuo Yiwei."
"Zuo Yiwei, isn't that Brother Qin and the others? It must be Brother Qin who is here."
Luo Shixin, who was sitting next to him, quickly finished his last meal and quickly caught up with Yang Qian.
Yang Qian should walk quickly before reaching the roadside.
I saw a group of about 500 cavalry under the banner of Zuo Yiwei.
After negotiating with the cavalry on guard ahead, they were galloping in this direction, getting closer and closer.
The leader was none other than Qin Shubao, the second brother of Qin. Yang Qian couldn't help but be overjoyed and raised his hand and waved it frequently.
"Second Brother Qin, my younger brother is here."
"Haha, dear brother, Qin is here..." Qin Qiong couldn't help but look happy and urged the horse under him to speed up.
At this moment, several riders galloped out from behind him, and those familiar faces immediately made the Pyongyang Road March Supervisor Yang's face darken.
"Junior brother, I am here, Cheng Lai." A ferocious bearded face appeared.
"Brother Yang Xian, have you forgotten Brother Yu?" Duoshoushou, who thought he was very handsome, appeared.
"Haha, hello, Brother Yang Xian..." A honest and honest person also appeared.
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