Cutting over the end of the Ming Dynasty: a dog-leg knife at the beginning

Chapter 164 The Unlucky Tribe

The morning wind blew the tattered window paper rustling, the sunlight came in from the ubiquitous holes and sprinkled on the head of the bed, Yang Menglong woke up...was woken up by the cold.It’s only early autumn now, and the sun in the Jiangnan water town is still very hot, and the border is starting to get cold. In another month, it will snow, right?The weather at the border is no joke.He got up, stretched his waist, and saw, oh, there were still plates and plates on those dilapidated tables, and a few mice were happily squatting on the tabletops, munching and chewing. What leftovers!The main feature of these mice is that they are thin, skinny, and even their hair is yellow and yellow. It seems that staying with these poor people is not easy.But think about it, these paupers are so poor that they are hungry and full, what else do mice want to eat?It was a miracle not to starve to death.Looking at the others, Xue Siming and Zhong Ning were curled up in the same bed, while his 20-odd soldiers simply rolled all over the bed, each of them shivering slightly... It's cold!
Xu Meng was sitting at the door with his iconic big ax on his shoulder, already falling asleep.This big man is always like this, he doesn't talk much, but he is very conscientious. When everyone is drunk, he will take the initiative to stand guard.Yang Menglong stood up quietly, tidied his clothes and went out... There were too many people, he was so sweaty, his feet were smelly, and he was suffocated. If he didn't go out, he would definitely die under the attack of biological and chemical weapons!
As soon as he moved, Xu Meng woke up immediately, rubbed his eyes, looked at Yang Menglong, and said dully: "Master...Master..."

Yang Menglong let out a "hush", motioning him to keep quiet and wake others up, and asked in a low voice, "Did you sleep well last night?"

Xu Meng smiled innocently and said, "It's pretty good."

Yang Menglong said: "What a fart, standing on guard all night, is it okay? Are you hungry?"

Xu Meng shook his head: "I'm not hungry!"

Yang Menglong said: "I'm lying again, I can hear your stomach playing tricks from such a distance! Go, go out and have breakfast."

Hearing that he had to eat again, Xu Meng was overjoyed. He jumped up and ran out with an ax on his shoulder. Yang Menglong kicked him: "Are you crazy? You have to carry a big ax to go after breakfast. I'm not afraid of scaring people to death." ?”

Xu Meng said seriously: "This place is a bit messy, I want to protect the safety of adults!"

Yang Menglong said: "Just bring a knife. I really don't believe that anyone here would dare to do anything to me."

Xu Meng said: "I can't use a knife..."

Yang Menglong stared, and said, "You are the only one who has many problems! Stop talking nonsense, take your knife, and let's go out!"

Xu Meng had no choice but to take his own knife, and followed Yang Menglong out quietly.The knife he used was not a horizontal knife, but the kind of broadsword used by the 29th Army Broadsword Team. It was also made of fine steel, thick and heavy, and looked like a steel plate with a sharp edge.This kind of knife can't be used by ordinary people at all, but this freak thinks it's too light, and it can't be used with this kind of knife. It's really convincing.Yang Menglong also put on his horizontal knife and machete, and the two walked out with their heads held high.

At this time, the streets and alleys have become lively, some shops have opened their doors, and they are actively yelling to attract diners to eat something, and many people bring a chicken, a few eggs or a load of vegetables into the city. While selling, people who buy vegetables pick and choose and bargain.Yang Menglong also saw a few herdsmen in Mongolian costumes leading a few horses to sell to passers-by. Those horses were bright in color, full of muscles, and their eyes were full of energy. They were even taller than ordinary Mongolian horses. After all, they are all good horses, but there are too few people who can afford horses here, they shouted so loudly, and there are quite a lot of onlookers, but few people come up to bargain.On the other hand, at the stall next to them, a vegetable farmer wearing a military uniform of the frontier army had a good business, selling green leeks one after another, which made the Mongolians extremely depressed.There are also some guys wearing hats, cloaks, and knives walking slowly on the street. They look like heroes, but when the wind blows, the cloaks are raised, and the patches on their bodies are completely exposed.These guys are not heroes, they are a specialty of Shaanxi, swordsmen, born to be brave and ruthless, have dealt with knives since childhood, and made their debut after a small success.In troubled times, there are a lot of swordsmen, but they are not for chivalry. For them, chivalry is just a means of making a living. If you are threatened by bandits, you can find swordsmen and pay them a certain amount. Rewards, give them enough food, and they will help you kill the bandits when they attack.If you have a life-and-death enemy, you can also find a swordsman, and they will help you chop off the enemy's head. Of course, when picking a swordsman, you must keep your eyes open. That kind of superficial swordsman, if things go wrong, you will be miserable.

The proliferation of swordsmen also means that almost every household here is equipped with weapons, so as not to be robbed by those swordsmen who can't eat...

The appearance of Xu Meng caused a sensation on the street. There is no way, this guy is really too tall, and he always turns heads wherever he goes.The Northwest guy is tall enough, but he is even taller than the Northwest guy. Many people looked at him, feeling a little sympathetic to Yang Menglong: My darling, you are so tall, you can't eat a whole mountain with one meal?This little guy is miserable, he must eat him to the point of bankruptcy!Yang Menglong didn't care, he took Xu Meng into a small shop, and called the waiter: "Get us something delicious!"

The waiter in the shop said enthusiastically: "Okay! Our delicious food here includes mutton steamed buns, pot helmets, big steamed buns, belt noodles, and stewed beef. What would you like to eat, young master?"

Yang Menglong said: "Give me a bowl of haggis and a bowl of trousers noodles." Pointing to Xu Meng, "Give him ten big steamed buns, one pot helmet, and two catties of stewed beef!"

The waiter was speechless: "He...has he eaten so much?"

Yang Menglong said: "Stop talking nonsense, just serve it!"

The shop waiter responded and went down to work.Not long after, the food ordered by Yang Menglong was brought up, all of which had Northwest characteristics.Trouser belt noodles, to put it bluntly, are a thick noodle, a bowl of one, full of chewy, is a traditional food in Shaanxi; not to mention the fried pan kui, which has a long history, as early as the Warring States Period During the period, the Qin army used it as military rations.A major feature of this thing is that it is hard, similar to Heileba. Ordinary people can cut off a small piece and roast it until soft. It is said that the Qin army used it as a staple food when eating, and hung it on the wall when fighting. The chest is used as a shield, which shows how hard it is.The mutton steamed bun soup was thick and fragrant, and the stewed beef was cut into large pieces, very tender, which made Xu Meng salivate... He loves meat the most.Yang Menglong picked up his belt and took a bite of the noodles, tsk tsk, the noodles are very chewy, and the soup is thick, so delicious!This is a traditional delicacy, unlike the 21st century, where MSG is mixed with boiling water as a soup base, it is unpalatable!
Xu Meng didn't have to wait for Yang Menglong to open his mouth. Seeing Yang Menglong eating, he grabbed a big steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth. With one bite, half of the eldest steamed bun was bitten off.The shop waiter was dumbfounded, my darling, you are really a big eater, that little guy is miserable, if you invite this big guy to dinner, he will really go bankrupt!Just looking at it stupidly, there was the sound of horseshoes outside, and those Mongolians who had stood there early in the morning and had no business coming to the store led their horses to the door of the store to tie them up, and then walked in with a look of displeasure, and asked for a piece of paper. A catty of beef, ten big steamed buns, and then they ate sullenly. It could be seen that they were in a bad mood, and no one talked.

Yulin people often fight with the Mongols, and the two sides have long had a blood feud. However, when they saw the Mongols coming in, the diners did not react at all, and the waiters at the shop greeted them very attentively. Obviously, their relationship with the Mongols was quite complicated, and they were at war. Sometimes they are enemies of life and death, but when they are not fighting, they are friends. It's really strange.After eating a big steamed bun, the tall Mongolian man with Chinese characters and a thick beard in the middle slapped his hand on the table and cursed in Chinese: "I'm so annoyed! Wine! Bring me the wine!"

The well-looking man beside him gave him a look and said, "Drink, drink, drink! If this continues, all the belongings of our tribe will turn into wine money and you will drink it up!"

The bearded man scolded angrily: "Our tribe has a fart property! If we have property, we don't need to sell war horses!"

The decent-looking man also got angry and shouted: "Qitai, shut up!" The others also looked unkind and stared at the guy who was talking openly, as if they wanted to pull out a machete and stab him.

The bearded man was taken aback, and his voice lowered a lot: "Duosang, seeing the tribe become like this, I feel unhappy, so I said something angry, don't mind."

The good-looking man snorted: "You are the only one who is not happy? Who would be happy to see the tribe come to this field? Damn Manchus, they dragged the young and strong of our tribe to be cannon fodder, but they refused to give them to us. A little loot has killed and wounded the young and strong of our tribe, but we have nothing to gain, and we can't even gather the manpower to graze and mow the grass... I am not happy, come on, bring us ten catties of strong wine, we want to drink happy!"

It seemed that this man named Duosang was quite high-status, and when he yelled, several other Mongolian men responded immediately, yelling to serve the wine quickly.Yang Menglong was amused to hear it, but he got so mixed up that he wanted to sell war horses, this Mongolian tribe was considered unlucky.The Mongols have very deep feelings for war horses. They regard war horses as brothers and friends. They would rather starve to death than kill horses on the battlefield, let alone sell war horses as commodities.If a tribe reaches the point where they want to sell their war horses, it can only mean that they are almost forced to the critical point of life and death!

(End of this chapter)