Song Ziling saw Zhao He before he reached the gate of the camp, "Second Young Master," Zhao He also saw him and waved to him.
"Brother Zhao He," Song Ziling ran over.
Zhao He handed the two oil paper bags he was carrying to Song Ziling, "Madam made some dried meat and asked me to deliver it to the young master."
The oil paper bag may not look big, but the contents inside are solid, including two kilograms of pork jerky and two kilograms of beef jerky.
"Mom has prepared delicious food for me!" Song Ziling took it with both hands and couldn't wait to remove the rope that tied the oil paper bag. Although he had just returned home a few days ago and ate a lot of good food, but these days
The food in the military camp had wiped out all the oil he had saved when he returned home, and now he was hungry for meat again.
Zhao He said: "Madam just made this yesterday. When she made it, the whole general's mansion could smell the fragrance, but it made us greedy." He also ate a few dried meat yesterday, which was indeed good.
Eat it, and it’s delicious with endless aftertaste.
Song Ziling opened the oil paper package and the aroma of marinated meat spread out. What caught his eye was dark red beef jerky.
The soldier guarding the gate of the camp also smelled the fragrance, glanced towards Song Ziling, and swallowed.
Song Ziling picked up one and took a hard bite. He also pulled it a little before biting off the dried meat. The aroma of the braised meat blended with the flavor of the beef itself, creating a unique flavor. It tasted good and chewy.
Somewhat toothsome.
"It's delicious. Brother Zhao He, have you tried it? Do you want some?" Song Ziling chewed the beef jerky in his mouth and put the oil paper bag in front of Zhao He.
"No, I've eaten it. Madam said this jerky can be kept for a long time, so there's no need to rush to finish it." Although he wanted to eat it, Madam specially asked him to give this jerky to the young master. How could he be embarrassed to eat it?
Yeah! They always have meat in the house, but it’s rare for the young master to eat meat in this camp. He has also been in the camp and knows what the food in the camp is like. Staying in the camp
After these days, the young master has become darker and thinner.
"I'll go back after the things are delivered. Master, if you have anything to do in the camp, just find someone to send a message to the mansion."
"Okay," Song Ziling waved to Zhao He, watched Zhao He ride away, then turned and walked back to the camp.
Before he had taken two steps, he saw four soldiers guarding the entrance of the camp, staring at the dried meat in his hands.
"This is the dried meat sent to me by my family. Some brothers also want to try it." Song Ziling shared generously.
The four soldiers did not refuse, each took two pieces of dried meat and thanked Song Ziling.
Returning to the barracks, Song Ziling saw that everyone was taking a nap, so he thought that he would distribute some dried meat to the people in the barracks after nightfall.
"Hey! Did the young master bring something delicious to his house?" Liu Feng smelled the fragrance and said in a strange way.
Liu Sanbang, who lives in the same village as Liu Feng, also said: "Give us some to try too!"
Song Ziling put the oil-paper bag on the table, turned around and saw Liu Feng and said, "It's none of your business." Then he looked at Liu Sanbang and said, "Why should I give it to you?"
He doesn't like Liu Feng's gang, and he knows they don't like him either. Why should he let people who don't like him and don't like him eat the delicious dried meat made by his mother?
The person who took a nap was woken up by the sound of Liu Feng and Liu Sanbang talking, and his face didn't look very good.
"Liu Feng, Liu Sanbang, can you stop talking when we are sleeping?" Jiang Nian said with an angry face.
"I'm sorry, Brother Jiang Nian, I disturbed you." Although Jiang Nian didn't mention his name, Song Ziling still apologized.
Jiang Nian calmed down his anger, looked at Song Ziling and said, "I was woken up by the sound of Liu Feng and Liu Sanbang talking. It's none of your business."
"Why can't we talk in the barracks where we live?" Liu Feng looked at Jiang Nian and said, "Obviously Song Ziling has also spoken, but you say it's none of his business. A young master from a general's residence has made you cowardly.
That’s it.”
"After all, the young master is powerful, how dare Jiang Nian offend him!"
"That's right, you know, those of us who have no power or influence."
"What's this called? It's called being soft and afraid of the hard."
"So, are you saying that you are soft-footed shrimps?" Song Ziling scolded them.