One hundred and ninety-five horses made Lu Feikuai
The reason why the Yushan Guanxiao Lieutenant who was humiliated and tortured to the point of being reduced to a human shape in the hands of the barbarians to this day is probably because he had the intention of humiliating Yao's face by taking this great Yao from the Sixth Grade Border Guanxiao Lieutenant, but for some reason he was not taken away.
, but was forgotten in the side room of his mansion after suffering so much torture.
After the captain of Yushan Pass, who was the only one who could tell the truth, hit his head against the wall and died, no one told them the details of what happened here. Perhaps the historians would have a sense of pity for Yushan Pass and write about it in few words.
History books record that nearly 10,000 people died for this city.
The only complete house in the entire city that can still be protected from wind and rain is the one in the captain's mansion. If they don't want to sleep in the open air that night, they can only stay in this house. However, no one is willing to stay in this smelly house.
Staying in Tian's house, those white bones with bite marks cannot be turned a blind eye no matter what the warriors of Jinzhou. These bones of Yao people or barbarians are the only ones who can move with one hand and are blind Yushanguan Lieutenant survived these days.
food.
Huge anger grew out of everyone's heart. They could not bear the barbarian behavior. The Yushan Pass had been broken. Not only would the corpses of the soldiers who died in the battle be buried alive, but at least they would not be allowed to suffer like this after death.
Humiliation, but the barbarians seem to have no scruples...
Someone next to him slashed his sword on the wall, and he was already furious. The other people were not necessarily much better off. If there was a barbarian of any status standing in front of them at this time, I am afraid that all of them would swarm him.
Chopped into a pile of fuzzy flesh and blood.
The Yushan Guan captain was no longer breathing. Wei Changpan and Wei Qisheng beside him gently lifted his body. The skeleton looked like it should have been a burly man, but at this time, it was only as light as nothing in their hands.
They were already familiar with the road when digging the hole. Mei Su, who was similar in stature, jumped into the hole and tried it for him, so that he wouldn't be too uncomfortable when he fell asleep.
When he tasted the barbarian mare's milk wine again, it didn't seem that difficult to drink. Wei Changpan poured the remaining wine in the wine bag next to the small grave and put the last few drops into his mouth. He even felt a little dizzy.
Wow, could it be that everyone gets drunk even if the wine is not drunk?
They were used to seeing skeletons, so they stopped being cautious. They found a house with three ruins and half a roof left in the city gate, and found some unburnt fodder to feed their horses.
As for fetching water, they did not dare to drink from the well water in the city gate even if it was not blocked by stones, so they went to fetch the remaining snow outside the city gate and melt it to cook tonight's meal.
Although the city gate had been repeatedly raided by barbarians many times, Liu Ziyi still refused to give up and walked through half of the houses in the city gate. Finally, he found a large vat that had been smashed to pieces under the burned beams of a house.
There was half a bag of stick noodles hidden inside. Although it was scorched by the fire and mixed with sand and sawdust, it was the only food that could be found in the city gates that had been plundered.
The dry food that the barbarians marched on was very different from that of the Yao people. Dried meat and various dairy products that had been smoked and roasted without any moisture were the staple food. The grassland was bitterly cold, and they could only cultivate one season of cold-resistant crops in a year. The harvest of five acres was often less than that of a river.
There are acres of fertile farmland, and few prairie people who live in pursuit of water and grass are willing to work on the land.
What was the last meal? The wolf left half of the deer and a section of deer hoof that was half-cooked. Wei Changpan got up six or seven times in the night after eating it. The rest of the people were not much better. On the snowy field
There weren't many things to make a fire with. Every time we cooked, we had to expend all our energy to find hay that couldn't withstand burning. When the pile was piled up like a hill, it wasn't enough to burn a few sticks of incense.
The aroma of the thick stick noodle porridge spread with the bubbling of the porridge water in the small pot. Liu Ziyi stirred the yellow stick noodle porridge in the pot with a broken arrow. No one cared whether there was something unseen on the broken arrow. After cleaning the blood stains, everyone gathered around the small pot with pots and pans collected from unknown places.
In a circle.
"It's just half a bag of stick noodles, and I don't know when we will have the next meal, so I didn't make pancakes for everyone." Liu Ziyi watched the fire carefully, fearing that the fire would get too strong and burn the stick noodles porridge to a crisp, " Sticky noodles consume the most food, so everyone can share more of this porridge."
Before Liu Ziyi became a ranger, his family had been famous chefs in Jinzhou for several generations. Liu Ziyi, who was supposed to inherit the mantle, had a very naughty temper. His father had no choice but to send Liu Ziyi to Bingyuan City to be treated harshly. Under the tutelage of a famous martial artist, I hope that the stick of this strict master will make him understand the benefits of being a cook and come back to learn the craft.
It was okay not to practice martial arts, but Liu Ziyi became a rebel after practicing martial arts. He clamored all day long to go out and travel around to do chivalry and righteousness. His family couldn't control him, so they just let him go.
However, this dear friend is just wandering around Jinzhou. Although his skills are pretty good, the old martial artist has never hidden anything from him. He can dance like a tiger with a fine iron stick. He has real skills, not those who look at him. Just putting on a good-looking air.
Most of the wandering knights in the world have some knack for sneaking around, but Liu Ziyi doesn't have to be like this. He has a family background, so he can swagger into any restaurant and show off his skills, and the shopkeeper must serve him well. ?
Therefore, many knight-errants spent a year and a few months in the arena and then returned home dejected with nothing to gain, or when they were making do with food after a meal in the arena, Liu Ziyi lived in glory. , everyone was a little fatter when he returned to his hometown. When his parents saw that Liu Ziyi had the ability to support himself, they no longer worried about their son's situation and followed him to have a career while he was still young.
The warriors of Jinzhou often cook and eat with their own hands when they go out, but they just cook the raw food to make them full. Who cares about the taste?
However, Liu Ziyi, who was in the self-defense team, once showed his cooking skills, which made all the Jinzhou warriors want to lick their bowls clean. Even the crude food of the barbarians can be made into many popular tricks. This stick noodle porridge is replaced by What anyone can do is just boil a pot of hot water, pour the noodles in and stir, and it feels like it’s almost done. It’s just a pot of porridge and water, who cares how it tastes.
The steps were almost the same. Liu Ziyi was able to make this pot of stick noodle porridge to make people salivate. When asked if he had any tips, he dismissed it and said, "This cooking is like practicing martial arts. There is no trick." It’s all accumulated over time and blood. When did you become so skilled at swinging a spoon, wielding a knife and a gun? It’s not easy to make it taste delicious.
"Half a ladle for each person, and the extra will be divided." Liu Ziyi took the half ladle of water hyacinth from Wei Changpan's hand and gave everyone the stick noodle porridge. The people who got the share squatted by the fire and slurped on the edge. Drink, no one said anything, everyone was just focusing on the steaming corn noodle porridge.
"Look at the way you eat, why don't you learn how to be polite like the Wei brothers?" Liu Ziyi scolded the way these people were eating and then turned to look at Wei Changpan. He saw him burying his head in the ladle. He looked up when someone called him, There was still stick noodle porridge on the tip of my nose.
"We've had bowls of stick noodle porridge that cost less than RMB 10,000 and thousands of bowls. It can be made like Ziyi's. Hey, I haven't tasted a few bowls of it." Mei Su finished the bowl of stick noodle porridge and looked very happy.
His expression said, "I used to think that this stick noodle was not as delicious as white noodles, but now it tastes no worse than big fish and meat."
"This is where I found this half bag of stick noodles, otherwise I would show you my hands today." Liu Ziyi sighed and looked at the bit of porridge at the bottom of the small iron pot, then weighed the grain bag.
Portion, "You can still eat two more meals with this kind of porridge. No matter how good the craftsmanship is, there is nothing you can do if you don't have anything to make it. How about..."
Everyone looked at his senior brother and saw that the lame white horse was chewing hay, and the other horses were doing the same thing on the grassland.
After such a long journey, almost all the fat stuck in the nameless valley fell off, leaving only the protruding ribs. This is a rare time to rest and fill your stomach.
I don't know who swallowed, but in the eyes of these martial arts warriors from Jinzhou who had been hungry for a long time, the skinny and lame horse was no longer a complete horse, but pieces of broken down meat.
"Skinny is skinny. With such a big bone frame, there is still meat in the gaps between the bones."
"With such a big horse, the seven of us may not be able to finish it even if we open our stomachs for three meals."
"How about roasting it? It's like a whole lamb."
"The big bones were removed and cooked into soup, the ribs were cut into strips and roasted, and the large pieces of meat were stewed in the pot." Liu Ziyi was ready to prepare, "I have a recipe for horse meat at home, but it's a pity that horses in Jinzhou are expensive and don't have the money to buy horses for cooking.
I had to use a donkey several times to try it, but it never worked. Now that there is a horse here, we can't miss it easily."
"It's good to have meat...it's good to have meat." Even Wei Changpan was immersed in the fantasy of meat, and his mind was filled with all kinds of meat. Barbarian dried meat cannot be regarded as meat, but it tastes more like
It was some kind of dry firewood that had been boiled in water for a long time without much relief. Liu Ziyi figured out a way after much research, but at that time there was not much dried meat left, and each person could only share two or three mouthfuls.
"It's better to choose a day than to hit the sun. Today I will grill two ribs first." Liu Ziyi's words made Wei Changpan wake up. He understood that this was no longer just a casual talk, so he stood up and said to everyone:
"We still don't know how much distance we have to walk ahead. We may not know if one of the horses has a broken foot or something is wrong. Then we will have to..."
Even Wei Changpan himself found this explanation to be a bit far-fetched. The horse was a burden along the way. It only ate grass and rations of oats, and its legs and feet were never healed. When he saw that he could walk a few steps, he carried some things on his back.
The horse's hooves were hanging in the air and couldn't move. Unfortunately, no one among them could show what was wrong with the horse. There was still some food at that time, so they were not in a hurry to kill the horse.
Sure enough, Liu Ziyi's retort was as he thought, "After walking these hundreds of miles, it would be great if this horse could eat well early, be well fed and served, and not work, let alone a barbarian horse, even if
It’s nothing to say if we kill the cattle we plow and eat their meat.”
"After all, you have walked with us for so many miles. There is still hard work without credit, not to mention where there is good food and drink. The food is not enough for humans, but there is not enough for horses."
Liu Ziyi was also anxious, "This is just a lame horse from a barbarian. Just kill it. How long have we not been able to eat fresh meat? If this horse can be ridden for a few steps without being lame, then we can
If you don’t want to eat, then you won’t eat.”
This was reasonable and reasonable, and Wei Changpan could not find any reason to argue with it. The group of people approached the place where the horses were tied. I don't know if it was because they were dazzled or something. When they got closer, the white horse stopped chewing hay and hung up by its hooves.
After putting on the saddle, the horse lame more and more severely, and it was shaking without moving. Someone nearby was already pulling out a weapon from its sheath impatiently.
The word "Lu" branded on the horse's body is presumably the horse's name.
"If you don't want to die, run faster." Wei Changpan didn't know if the horse could understand, so he just whispered in the horse's ear and then got on the horse.
The white horse seemed to understand, swung its tail and snorted, put its hoofs on the ground, and stomped lightly.