The general is in charge of the routine again

As the sun gradually rose, Yang Jianxin and Lan Qi led a group of people to inspect the tower as usual.

It snowed heavily in Moliu country yesterday, standing on the city tower, you can see a large expanse of snow on the mountain from a distance.

Yang Jianxin sighed and said, "It's going to be cold."

Lan Qi's face was flushed from the cold, he sniffed his nose, opened his mouth and let out a mouthful of white air, he wrinkled his face from the cold and said: "Well, the cold weather is coming, are you going to cut firewood after the inspection?"

Yang Jianxin didn't want to hold the scimitar, so he flicked the scimitar that ran to the front and nodded: "Well, chop more, or you won't be able to stretch out your hands when it's cold."

After inspecting the past, Yang Jianxin pinned an ax to his waist, and drove the Huotou army's carriage into the woods.

Those who serve as soldiers at Jianmen Pass will be given charcoal every month to each tent, but sometimes they will drive the carriage to the woods to find dead wood and chop some dead wood. It can be cut, and the sandstorms in spring and autumn are all blocked by the forest.

In spring, when everything recovers, they will also plant trees in the open space. Although the chance of survival is very low, fortunately, a few survived.

The unshed leaves in the forest were frosted and bare, looking a little bleak.

Lan Qi tied the horse to the tree first, and walked in the woods with Yang Jianxin.

Withered trees, the whole bark has no moisture, and the bark is wrinkled together, which is easy to identify.

The two walked through the forest for a while, and found a thick dead tree with wormholes all over its trunk. It had just died not long ago, and woodpeckers didn't want to come to their dilapidated place.

It is normal for a tree to be eaten to death by insects.

The two spat on their palms, and swung their axes to chop it down. It was an old tree with a thick trunk, and neither Yang Jianxin nor Lan Qi could circle the tree.

After cutting for half an hour, the two were exhausted and rested on the ground back to back for a while.

Lan Qi looked up at the old tree, but couldn't see the end: "Cut this one down, it will be enough for the two of us to burn for one winter."

Yang Jianxin also took a look: "Not enough."

If he was the only one, one winter would be enough, but if it was Wen Mu, it would not be enough. The brazier had to be lit all the time. If it was colder, it was estimated that there would be more braziers.

Each of their tents has a special place for a brazier, surrounded by a square made of stones, with a small hole in the front, just right for the brazier to be put in.

A stone tube is attached to the square to exhaust smoke.

The two of them rested for a while, then got up to continue their work until night, and returned to the camp with a cart full of logs.

Naturally, that cart could never be finished, so Yang Jianxin made a mark on the way back, and continued to chop tomorrow.

Back in the tent, Wen Mu put down the book, patted the dirt on Yang Jianxin's body with a cloth and said, "Where did you go today? So much dirt on your body?"

Yang Jianxin took a sip of hot water and said: "It's snowing in Moliu country, it's going to be cold these days, so I went to the forest with Lan Qi to chop some firewood."

"Won't the imperial court distribute charcoal to you?" Wen Mu frowned. How could he remember that the Ministry of Industry would spend tens of thousands of taels of silver from the Ministry of Households every year for Jianmenguan charcoal?

Yang Jianxin washed his face towel in the hot water basin, and stuck it on his face. The hot air was blown on his face, which made him feel very comfortable.

He sighed comfortably and said: "There are distributions, but not enough. It is often cold when Jianmen is closed. It is cold from early autumn to late spring. If there is not enough charcoal, we can only chop wood or burn firewood. Horse manure."

Wen Mu didn't ask any more questions. After patting the soil for Yang Jianxin, he scooped out a bowl of ginger soup for him: "Drink the ginger soup first, to warm up your body, let's eat."

Yang Jianxin picked up the bowl and took a sip, then sat down.

Wen Mu brought the rice that was hot on the brazier stove to the table, two bowls of porridge, two dishes, and four steamed buns.

Yang Jianxin paused, and asked: "Is this sent by the Huotou Army?"

Wen Mu nodded and took a sip of the porridge: "It's because you finished eating everything you ordered."

"Fart!" Yang Jianxin said, "They also give you these at noon?"

Seeing Yang Jianxin lose his temper, Wen Mu roughly guessed what it was. This kind of situation is the most common in the palace. It doesn't take much thinking to know that the people from the Huotou Army stole what Yang Jianxin made himself.

But he didn't really want Yang Jianxin to destroy their comrade-in-arms friendship because of such a trivial matter.

Wen Mu smiled and said, "What are you doing, why don't you hurry up to eat after a long day of exhaustion, aren't you hungry?"

Yang Jian was upset. He managed to catch a chicken the day before yesterday. He made a plan for himself. Every meal, he made a bowl of chicken soup for Wenmu. It lasted for about two days. Good guy, he just ate it for one day and it was gone. He gave it to his family I didn't even want to eat the chicken that the lady killed. It was just to nourish Wen Mu's body and save him from some illnesses. In the end, someone else ate it!

He can't take this breath!

As soon as Yang Jianxin put down his chopsticks, he went to find Lin Tou'er aggressively.

Wen Mu hurriedly stopped him and said, "What are you doing, because you won't be able to eat a little, sit down and eat well."

Wen Mu is not bad at eating, in Beijing, there are all kinds of delicacies from mountains and seas, and he doesn't even care about this kind of food, so he really thinks there is no need to cause trouble for Yang Jianxin.

But Yang Jianxin didn't think so, he had worked so hard and endured the cold to finally hunt it down, and no one can fucking take it away!

"Don't worry about it. I'm resting in the tent. Be careful and catch the wind and cold. I'll go over and ask a few words and come back. Don't worry." After finishing speaking, he opened the door and went straight to Huotoujun.

It's strange that Wen Mu could trust Yang Jianxin, he hurriedly put on his padded coat, and went to chase Yang Jianxin, but it was only time for him to get dressed, and he was nowhere to be found when he went out.

Wen Mu clicked his tongue and hurriedly walked towards the Huotou Army.

A group of people in the kitchen were eating and laughing, when the door was kicked open with a "bang", they fell silent for a moment, and looked at the person who kicked the door in unison.

Yang Jianxin glanced at the people eating in the kitchen with a displeased face, and finally stopped his eyes on Lin Touer, and said, "Ask me, where are the rest of the pheasants I hunted?"

A group of people looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally looked at Lin Touer.

Lin Tou'er put down the bowl and chopsticks, and asked doubtfully, "Isn't it finished?"

Yang Jianxin sneered: "It's such a fat chicken, Mr. Wen just drank three bowls of soup and it disappeared. Are you fooling me?"

Lin Tou'er paused, and his eyes fell on Xu Hao who was sitting next to him. Suddenly he understood something, and immediately smiled and said: "Xiao Yang didn't eat, I heard from Lan Qi that the two of you met a Old tree, didn't a cart get pulled down?"

Yang Jianxin looked at him expressionlessly, and Lin Tou'er smiled coyly and said, "It might not be our Huotou army's food, maybe another team came to bring the food and took it away."

Yang Jianxin was a little impatient, and didn't really want to hear Mr. Lin messing around here: "Whoever ate it, tell me quickly, don't let me know later."

Xu Hao was so guilty that he didn't dare to look at Yang Jianxin. Who was Yang Jianxin? If he could single-handedly challenge General Cangyi, he would certainly not be Yang Jianxin's opponent.

Seeing that Yang Jianxin insisted on asking, Lin Touer could only stare at Xu Hao, and coaxed Yang Jianxin with a smile on his face: "Because this little food is not enough, if you really care about this little food, tomorrow I will bring the whole fire Can the army catch one for you?"

"I'll ask again, who ate it!" Yang Jianxin ignored Lin Tou'er, looking through Lin's head to see everyone.

Everyone looked around curiously, only one person lowered his head and dared not look at him.

Yang Jianxin passed Lin Touer, went directly to Xu Hao and asked, "You are the one who ate it, right?"

Xu Hao was so frightened that his legs trembled, but he refused to admit it when he was beaten to death, and said timidly: "No, it's not me, I, I don't, I don't know."

Yang Jianxin smiled, grabbed his collar, and lifted him up: "I'll ask you again, is it your food?"

Xu Hao's face turned pale with fright, he grabbed Yang Jianxin's hand, and tried to break the collar he was holding on to him: "It's not me! I, I didn't eat it, you said, I ate it, you have it, what proof do you have!"

Xu Hao was afraid of being beaten by Yang Jianxin, so he refused to admit that he ate it. As long as he refused to admit it, he would sue the general and Yang Jianxin would not get him.

That's what he was thinking when he ate it.

Do not admit it.

Yang Jianxin wasn't sure if he ate it at first, but now seeing his reaction, he confirmed it.

The mental quality is too poor, everything is written on the face, full of flaws.

"You were the one who did the cooking yesterday." Yang Jianxin said, "There were only three small pieces of chicken and a small plate of chicken gizzards in the chicken soup last night. Let me ask you, where did you put the rest of my chicken?"

Xu Hao: "It's done for Mr. Wen."

Yang Jianxin snorted: "For a three-pound pheasant, there are three pieces of small chicken and a cup of soup that night, which are a chicken wing, a small piece of breast meat, and a piece of chicken frame. The next day, there is only soup for breakfast, and two pieces for lunch. Chicken legs, or thighs and shanks, a piece of chicken neck, a cup of soup. In the evening, a piece of chicken heart, a piece of chicken neck, a piece of chicken back, and a plate of fried chicken gizzards. Come, tell me the rest of the chicken head, Where are the chicken wings, chicken legs, chicken butts, chicken breasts, chicken backs?"

Xu Hao also didn't expect Yang Jianxin to remember it so clearly, and he was at a loss for a while: "Ah, I remembered wrongly, I put all the leftover chicken in the wooden bucket, and the cook probably ate it today. General Yang is really not me."

"Oh~" Yang Jianxin made a long sound on purpose, and looked at Lin Tou'er meaningfully. Lin Tou'er was a little unhappy, and stared at Xu Hao with his mouth pursed.

"You mean, Tou Lin ate my chicken?"

Xu Hao's face turned pale, and he didn't dare to look at Lin Touer.

Yang Jianxin didn't have so much time to spend with him here, so he threw him outside the door and said, "For a wild rooster that weighs three catties, you can't add a catty or lose one catty. Give it to me."

"I didn't eat! Why should I pay for it!" Xu Hao felt a little hurt from being thrown, and became angry. He glanced at the people with them and looked at him contemptuously, as if they were laughing at him.

"Do you dare to admit it?" Yang Jianxin was a little annoyed, "If you want to eat it yourself, can you hunt it yourself? Why steal someone else's food?"

"You fart!" Xu Hao said angrily, "If I didn't eat it, I didn't eat it. If you have the ability, you can find evidence that I ate it!"

"I think you just want to be beaten, so if you are beaten, you will be recruited!" Yang Jianxin said that he was about to beat him.

"Yang Jianxin, what are you going to do! Does it hurt you after hitting him?" Wen Mu yelled out of breath.

Yang Jianxin turned his head and saw Wen Mu panting heavily, accompanied by Lan Qi and Cheng Liqiao.

Cheng Liqiao stared and asked, "What are you doing! It's the opposite!"

Yang Jianxin looked at Wen Mu aggrievedly, and complained: "He stole the pheasant I hunted for Mu Zhi!"

Wen Mu walked up to Yang Jianxin to check if he was injured, and asked a few words warmly.

Cheng Liqiao frowned and asked Xu Hao: "Did you really steal it?"

When Xu Hao saw Cheng Liqiao coming, he felt guilty again, he hesitated and said nothing.

Yang Jian was so angry that he ignored Wen Mu, it was obvious that someone else ate his chicken, and Mu Zhi still attacked him, and he would never get along with him again!

Wen Mu looked at the narrow-minded Yang Jianxin, and found it interesting. He is not the one to be bullied, and he does not allow anyone to bully Yang Jianxin. He stopped him just now because he didn't want him to do it. After all, it hurts to beat someone.

Wen Mu said to Cheng Liqiao: "General Yang finally caught it and let others eat it. How should General Cheng deal with it?"

Cheng Liqiao used to look down on Wen Mu, because Wen Mu killed people without batting an eyelid, and anyone who didn't deal with him would be exterminated, and his methods were very cruel. He didn't bother to talk to such people and make friends with them.

But when we get along these days, Wen Mu is not like the murderous eunuch who others say, so he has changed his opinion of him. In addition, he is still the person Yang Jianxin likes, and he has some of his own people more or less idea.

Cheng Liqiao looked at Wen Mu and Yang Jianxin who was wronged, and said: "Who made you eat his pheasant? Pay Yang Jianxin one!"

Xu Hao didn't dare to be presumptuous anymore, so he only responded.

Wen Mu grabbed Yang Jianxin's hand and was slightly shaken a few times, but seeing that he couldn't shake it off, he was dragged away reluctantly.

Xu Hao's face was dark, and he made a note of Yang Jianxin, staring at his figure fiercely, as if he wanted to kill him.

Wen Mu, who suddenly followed Yang Jianxin, turned his head and looked at him sullenly, his eyes were like hunting beasts, trying to tear him apart.

Xu Hao watched Yang Jianxin and the others leave with a pale face. He didn't see Wen Mu again before he came back to his senses. His whole back was wet and his legs were so weak that he couldn't stand up.

It's scary, why are those eyes so scary?

Back in the tent, the food was already cold. Wen Mu put the food on the brazier stove to heat up again, went out and took some logs and put them in the brazier, and the fire started immediately.

Yang Jianxin was still awkward, sitting at the table and ignoring Wen Mu.

Wen Mu smiled, sat on his lap, hugged his neck tightly and said, "Did that little soldier hit you?"

"It's him! He fell to his death when he lifted it."

Wen Mu laughed: "It's amazing! Yang Yang is amazing."

Yang Jianxin was overjoyed by Wen Mu's praise, and he became triumphant: "That is, when I singled out General Cang Yi, he was still playing with the umbilical cord in his mother's belly."

Wen Mu smiled and didn't try to tear down his desk.Yang Jianxin began to talk about how he defeated General Cangyi and how he defeated Prince Cangyi to get the scimitar.

Gossiping, Wen Mu listened to him while eating with a smile.

The night was extremely dark, and only the sound of burning wood in the brazier could be heard quietly.

Wen Mu propped himself up and looked at the people around him, kissed him on the lips, got up and got out of bed, and looked back at Yang Jianxin, who was sleeping soundly, and his long breathing made Wen Mu feel at ease at night.

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