The happy life of the devil and the devil

Ling Yucheng said it was fried rice and fried noodles, but it was really fried rice and fried noodles.

According to the system, the retinue went out of the fortress, and the horse chews for all the people along the way were provided locally.But this is only for daily expenses, non-daily items, such as spirits and medicines, such as the general’s war horses not only need to eat fine ingredients but also have to be mixed with eggs, such as vegetarian dishes for cooking small stoves, these are still prepared by each army.The dry rations carried in emergency situations are in the category of "all armies prepare their own".

Ling Yucheng's order to go to battle was given urgently, the order was given the day before, and he had to go out early the next morning.Therefore, each army carried dry rations with the characteristics of the headquarters. For example, the three teams of the Xi clan carried wine in skins and dried meat in a bag, while Xuanjiawei always carried fried rice and fried noodles.

In the bag made of plain denim, there were two liters of rice and two liters of wheat flour, all pre-fried.One liter of rice is ground into rice noodles, and one liter is wrapped separately into a package; one liter of wheat noodles is mixed with sesame oil and steamed; into powder, tightly packed.

Such a bag is a full seven days of rations.During the march, I ate a handful of fried rice noodles and a handful of fried flour, which happened to be delicious and satisfying. There was oil, salt, vinegar, and shochu, which were not easy to spoil, and gave strength to the body after eating.The marching rations are usually changed every three months, like the cold outside the customs, even if they are stored for half a year, they can be eaten with confidence.

The only problem is that it's really hard to say.

The unsuspecting little prince choked on such a bowl of dry powder with a strange taste. One Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven.

"Hey, that's not how fried noodles are eaten..." Yuan Shao stood by and watched his youngest son cough for a long time before moving the bowl to his face, pouring down half a bowl of hot water, and using a spoon to carefully stir it into a bowl of paste.Then I poured most of it into my own bowl, leaving only about two spoonfuls for the little guy before I started to taste it carefully.The taste is indeed a bit weird, but it's not too much to worry about during the march, it can finally be stuffed into the throat, isn't it? .

Xiao Shiyi's endurance is far inferior to that of his father.The little boy who was just six years old struggled for a long time under the mixed attack of shochu, oil, salt, and vinegar before he was able to fill in the muddle.Then he blinked and looked at Ling Yucheng, his little mouth was so pouted, hanging a grain bag would definitely not be a problem:

"Master, you just eat this... Is there any meat..."

"Yes, I have!"

That’s what’s good about outside the Great Wall, and there’s never a shortage of jerky.A bag of fried rice and fried noodles has been full for seven days, and there are still three days left. What I eat is the dried meat urgently conscripted from the people of the Xi nationality. The fingers are thick, the length of a palm, and the black jerky is placed on the table. Little Eleven is curious. I grabbed one and even gnawed it twice, but I didn't gnaw half of the shredded meat.

Yuan Shao shook his head and sighed.This dried meat can be regarded as a special food of the horseback people. When the weather is suitable, the livestock are slaughtered, and the tendon meat is torn apart and dried in the air. The rich tribes will wipe some salt water in advance, and the poor have to dry it. The tastes are also different.During the long-distance march, it is light and hungry, but it is not as difficult to eat as fried rice and fried noodles--

"Oh, don't bite hard!"

With a clicking sound, the little guy instantly grimaced, his cheeks squirmed a few times, and slowly spit out a bloodshot front tooth.

"This jerky is meant to be soaked slowly in the mouth before chewing... hey"

In order to let the child experience the hardships of marching and fighting, he knocked out a front tooth, and the two adults really looked at each other in blank dismay.Fortunately, looking closely, there is a small white point protruding from the missing part of the gum, which is the sign of tooth replacement.Yuan Shao and Ling Yucheng looked at each other, and could only temporarily put an end to the previous plan.

"It's okay, Lang'er is starting to change his teeth... In a few years, he will have a mouthful of white and hard teeth that can bite everything..."

Ling Yucheng comforted the little guy half-amusingly, while Yuan Shao got up and went out of the tent, and personally took the deciduous tooth and threw it on the roof of the tent—the deciduous tooth that fell out was the lower tooth.When you come back, you talk to each other and explain some things to the child in detail, such as brushing your teeth frequently and not biting too hard things. The porridge, soup, cakes and bait are almost cold.

Anyway, they were already [-]% full, so Yuan Shao and Ling Yucheng put down their bowls and chopsticks at the same time and got up.The little prince led his father by the corner of his robe and followed them out of the tent. He saw the servants busy moving furniture, unpacking tents, and packing luggage. Suddenly, half of his body leaned out from under Yuan Shao's elbow, and looked up at Ling Yucheng:

"Master, what do you drink when you march?"

"Then, that's what—"

With a finger, the snow is shining all over the ground.

Travel lightly, how much luggage can you carry?In addition to rations and horse feed, a small skin of spirits is a life-saving thing in the snow, so how can it be used as water for nothing.If you are lucky, if you find fuel, you can also start a fire to boil a pot of snow water. Most of the time, you just pinch the snow balls and hold them in your mouth, and slowly turn them into water before you can swallow them.

Put snow in a skin bag and hang it next to your clothes, and slowly turn it into water with your body temperature. It is a treasure that is used to feed horses or the wounded. It is common and reluctant to use it.

As for the fried rice and fried noodles that choked the little guy?Simple, a handful of fried noodles, a handful of snow, knead into balls, chew and swallow.

If you can't afford this hardship, then why fight and bring soldiers!

Listening to Ling Yucheng's narration, even though the tone was as flat as talking about today's weather, Xiao Shi's head drooped more and more.He suddenly walked around in front of Yuan Shao, stood on tiptoe with all his strength, and hugged Ling Yucheng:

"Master," the child's voice was choked with choking, because buried in Ling Yucheng's body, the clear and bright child's voice also seemed muffled:

"Lang'er will learn from you, learn how to fight! When Lang'er has learned it well, and when it's time to fight again, Lang'er will lead the army for Master!"

Starting from this morning, Yuan Shao lived a rare and easy life for a few days.There is no large army pressing at the door, no need to entertain the leaders of the various ministries, and even no need to hurry on the road, lest the river has started to thaw or the swans have flown away.The so-called triumphant return is to enjoy a rare period of joy after a big victory.

Sitting on the left is Ling Yucheng, and sitting on the right is his beloved young son, talking and laughing while eating, the ordinary white rice is a bit sweeter than usual.At night or when the two of them are alone, it will be a little more charming.

However, after a few days, Yuan Shao began to mutter in his heart.

Ling Yucheng never refused his closeness, but he never took the initiative to ask for it.Between the sheets, if it was just kissing and touching, he could still get some response from him; when it came to the real upheaval, he just leaned on the pillow and endured it silently, not to mention pandering, he couldn't even hear the slightest sound.After finishing the work, he also got out of bed as soon as possible to wash, and the joy and nostalgia after ordinary love could not be seen on him.

Once or twice, Yuan Shao only thought that he couldn't get rid of his face. If there were too many times, besides being boring, he would rack his brains to guess carefully.

After thinking about it deeply, many things that I don't want to recall gradually became clear in my mind.

"Serving His Majesty is the duty of a minister."

"Sir, I am willing to serve Your Majesty."

The time when he confided his heart, Ling Yucheng once replied like this, and he promised that he would never force him—could it be that the feeling after the return of Dasheng was only the order of the lord to him, so he couldn't help being a subject? people push away?

But what was the acquiescence and response that night...

However, this unhappiness lasted for a few days.Soon, Yuan Shao's mind was completely distracted by another important event.

The grain, grass and supplies in the pass were supposed to meet up with Yujia a day ago, but there is still no sign of them.

From the majestic long dragon that separates the grassland and the farmland to the winter station of King Xi's tent, it is a full four hundred miles.One person, two horses or three horses, rushing desperately without hesitation, that is, one day and one night. There are many carriages in the imperial drive, and the days are short in winter, and it takes about seven or eight days to walk.But now with a large number of Dingkou cattle and sheep, those captives only rely on two legs to travel, and the speed of the cattle and sheep cannot be fast, so it will take ten and a half months to enter the customs.

For this section of the road, it is absolutely impossible to rely on the Xi clan's supply alone, even if there is so much food, fodder for livestock, and charcoal fires for heating, everything is a problem.As soon as the battle was over, Yuan Shao immediately sent a personal order to the pass, but the convoy of supplies that should have arrived long ago, Qingqi searched forward for fifty miles, but there was no trace of it.

Counting from the time when King Xi was alive, it has been almost a month since the delivery of luggage in the pass was abnormal.

The author has something to say: child... With your current height, no matter how much you try to hug your master, you will still be in the posture of a dumpling hugging your thigh...

It is said that the two typhoons will meet tomorrow so that the high-speed rail will be suspended...

Saw a great saying:

Typhoons are in pairs, we are still alone...