The singing gradually became lower, and the late spring night was still a bit cool. When the song was finished, there was only silence. The moonlight turned pale, and the faces looked like ghosts when it shone on them. If the atmosphere was not adjusted, the camp would be destroyed.
There is a possibility of developing into a ghost realm. Yun Ye cleared his throat: "Brothers, sit over here. We don't want to sleep anyway. Since we all find it boring, I have a story to tell you. Do you want to hear it?" Everyone
They all join in the fun, and the adults tell stories. It doesn't matter whether they sound good or bad. I'll start with compliments. It's novel in itself for an officer to tell the sergeants about ancient times. These guys have become elites when they were soldiers.
Yun Ye's mind quickly flashed through the stories he knew. Well, that's it, Tang Xuanzang. I'm afraid this guy hasn't gone to India yet. The vigorous Journey to the West has not yet happened. The "Journey to the West" that he has read since childhood cannot make Wu Cheng'en beautiful.
After that, if I figure it out now, who dares to accuse me of plagiarism? Wu Chengen? His grandfather’s grandfather hasn’t been born yet, it’s just him.
"It is said that after Pangu created the world, the three emperors ruled the world and the five emperors established their relationships. The whole world was divided into: Dongsheng Shenzhou, Xiniu Hezhou, Nanzhan Buzhou and Beiju Luzhou. It is said that Dongsheng Shenzhou had an Aolai country, which was close to the sea and in the sea
There is an island, and there is a Huaguo Mountain on the island. This mountain is extraordinary. It is the ancestral vein of ten continents and the dragon from all over the world...
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Under the cold moonlight, the hearts of the men on the riverbank were full of anger. Such a peerless hero was heavily pressed by the cold worldly laws at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain. He had no way to go to heaven and no door to earth. He watched the cowherd boy at the foot of the mountain transform from a young boy into an octogenarian in an instant.
The old man could only look at the goshawk in the sky, longing to regain his freedom. Cheng Chumo clenched his fists with both hands and smashed them on the sand, unable to let go of the suppressed anger in his heart. "Why?" Cheng Chumo stared at Yun Ye fiercely, as if he was the monkey.
The king pinned the culprit under the mountain.
"Power needs to be controlled. Unchecked power is a double-edged sword that can hurt others and yourself. The fate of the Monkey King has been determined when it gains strength. Brother Cheng, it's just a story. Why take it seriously? Tonight the moon will brighten my heart
"Xi, you and I brothers might as well have a long talk. I haven't been in this world for a long time. I don't know the world's human relations and etiquette at all. In the prosperous world, I may have no place to stand. I hope Brother Cheng can teach me."
Yun Ye was smiling so heartlessly that Cheng Chumo was filled with anger and nowhere to vent. He waved his hands fiercely and smiled again in the blink of an eye. Feeling embarrassed for his gaffe, he lay down next to Yun Ye and poked Yun Ye's cheek.
Arm; "Tell me one more story. Such a good story makes people's hearts itch. How can I fall asleep if I can't finish listening to it? Ask your brothers if you want to listen to it?" As soon as this guy's bewitching voice finished, the surrounding sergeants surrounded him with a roar.
Staring at Yun Ye with twinkling eyes, they made goosebumps all over his body. Helplessly, in the deep and soothing voice, the miserable monkey continued to wait helplessly for the monk who was about to arrive in Chang'an City.
As the days passed, the pile of salt packets became higher and higher day by day, the story time after dinner became longer and longer, and Yun Ye became more and more familiar with Guanzhong dialect.
Zuowuwei General Cheng Yaojin has been laughing so hard these days that his night owl-like laughter has been hovering over the camp. Especially after sending away Changsun Wuji, who killed Wang Youliang of Changle, he was even more laughing.
Bravely, five hundred kilograms of salt was exchanged for Changsun Wuji's fifty Western Region BMWs. This kind of business, especially taking food from Pixiu's mouth, is rare, rare. Old Cheng patted his belly with satisfaction. In the past three months,
, Poor old Cheng eats vinegar cloth every day, his teeth are knocked out after eating it, and when he thinks about it, a rancid smell is coming out from his stomach. It’s not that he lacks the salt he eats, it’s just that the whole army is soaked in vinegar cloth, is it possible?
Can I eat salt alone? Do I still need military morale? Good luck to my boy. He picked up a fourteen-year-old baby and accomplished a big thing. Before he had a foundation, the master who taught him the ability died, and it was just a single seedling. Okay.
Ah, as soon as His Majesty's edict from Beijing arrives, this baby's official position must be finalized and tied to my old Cheng's chariot. My boy also has eyes that reach his forehead. If he can get into his eyes, it will definitely not be too bad. One thought.
How bad can a person's character be if he hands over a priceless secret recipe without even thinking about it? If you dare to bet the head of a soldier who has only known you for less than a day, if you don't get Zuo Wuwei quickly, then my old Cheng's head will be ruined.
I was kicked by a donkey. It was just a pain for my boy. I just got a beating for one time. Who cares, the two boys have been together for a long time. I guarantee that this will not happen. There are weird things all over my body. Take them out.
He doesn't have any ordinary things, and this kid's origins are probably not too small. For an average young man, it would be good if he could stand up to see the army, let alone argue with reason. Well, wait until this kid has enough.
One hundred thousand kilograms of salt, I asked you to come over and have a look. I, Old Cheng, can’t bear to see Suan Ding who only knows the poems written by Confucius. A guy like this who is literate and can solve big problems is the treasure of treasures. This guy Xu Maogong, no, now
His name is Li Ji, he is this kind of talented person who is full of bad ideas and knows everything. He has been a brother for many years and has already seen if he has the ability. The little guy picked up by his son will not be simple. He tied up the marching secretary from the seventh grade first and waited.
After seeing it, as long as you have real ability, Zuo Wuwei is so big, isn't it enough trouble?
Cheng Chumo delivers 10,000 kilograms of salt to the camp every ten days. This is already his sixth trip. After four more trips, he will have completed the task assigned by his father. When he thought that the court only allowed him to collect 100,000 kilograms, by the end of July
It was necessary to deliver the salt farm to the place, and my heart ached for a while. As soon as I entered the commander's tent, I saw my father sitting alone on the desk, banging the desk with his fingers. I didn't know what I was thinking, so I quickly put my hands in my hands and sang: "School
Weicheng Chu silently met with the commander-in-chief. He has paid the full amount of 10,000 kilograms of salt this ten days and is now preparing to return to the salt field. I wonder what the commander-in-chief has ordered? "There are no father or son relatives in the military camp, only the general and the captain.
Lao Cheng raised his head and looked at his son. He always felt that something was wrong, huh? His son, who was usually oily and messy, turned out to be clean and tidy, his features were more beautiful than before, lice did not crawl out of his hair, and his bones were full of energy. After all, it was him.
seed, spirit.
Cheng Chumo saw his father looking at him silently, so he quickly took out an oil paper bag from his arms and stepped forward to give it to his father.
Cheng Yaojin opened the paper package in confusion, only to see a large cake wrapped inside, which was baked and buttery yellow. It exuded the fragrance of wheat. When Old Cheng saw it, he felt relieved and knew that he was filial to me, so he picked up the big cake.
I took a big bite of the pancake. The pancake tasted very good, crispy and fragrant. It was different from the pancakes I usually eat. When Cheng Chumo saw his father eating the pancake, he poured a cup of tea and gave it to Lao Cheng respectfully. After Lao Cheng finished eating
After taking two sips of tea, he opened his mouth and said, "Dad, how do you like this cake?"
Lao Cheng said casually: "Yes, the cook in the camp should be taken to feed the dogs. Is this big cake made by Yun Xiaozi? Didn't dad tell you that if you have the skills to cook, two kilograms of salt is the right thing to do?"
The time stipulated by the court is coming soon. If we collect a pound less now, we Zuo Wuwei will lose a pound of salt. What are we doing with this chore? I am your father, why do I still need you to pay tribute?"
Cheng Chumo quickly explained: "Dad, this is Brother Yun's special military ration. Our army was marching outside. We were in a hurry and didn't have time to eat, so we took two bites of the big cake. The big cake was cold and hard. Many soldiers ate it and had bloated stomachs and abdominal pain.
It is so powerful that it would be unwise to undermine the military strength before the war. So Brother Yun specially made this kind of cake. Hurry up. Eat two bites and then drink water to satisfy your hunger. It is the best military ration, not to mention, this kind of cake is eaten in July
The weather can stay good for a month."
'What? Not a bad month? Really?'
"It's true. I tried it specially on my child. It doesn't go bad if I put it in a cloth bag for a month, and it doesn't have any peculiar smell."
"Young Master Yun, are you dedicating this method to the imperial court? Are there no requirements?"
"Dad, Brother Yun is my brother. This pie was made by my son when he mentioned that my father had gastrointestinal problems. He also said: Except for being good at fighting, all the people in the military camp are good at fighting."
You are an idiot. You knew there was something wrong with the military rations but you didn't know how to correct it. You deserve to suffer for such a long time."
Cheng Yaojin remained silent, lowered his head and pondered, and made a decision in a moment: "Send my order to Yun Ye to come to the camp to meet me as soon as possible."
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