Jiang Kangchen was woken up by the whirring of morning exercise. When he woke up, he was momentarily dazed, unable to tell where he was. He didn't wake up until he felt obvious soreness in his body. The bed was very hard, and because I finally reached the finish line after running all the way, my whole body was relaxed, exhausted, and my whole body was aching. Getting out of bed with his stiff waist, Jiang Kangchen moved to the table like a grandfather in his 70s or 80s, picked up the teapot on the table and poured it with his mouth open. The water was very cold, but he was very thirsty and couldn't take care of it anymore.
After quenching his thirst, Jiang Kangchen felt a little cold. He hurriedly got dressed, found out his own Gu Yuan Yu and ate two spoonfuls, and his stomach immediately felt less uncomfortable.
After moving his stiff muscles and bones, Jiang Kangchen left the camp. Senior generals such as Dai Mingrong and Dai Zhanxiao all had their own mansions at Huxingguan. Although they could not compare with those in the capital, they were much more comfortable than camps. But they all chose to live in tents and share the joys and sorrows with the soldiers.
As soon as Jiang Kangchen came out, someone came over immediately: "Jiang's nephew, little Cao Dong, the general sent a young man to serve you. You are hungry, the young man will bring you something to eat."
Jiang Kangchen called to him: "Not busy. I want a pot of hot water. I have some food with me. I want to make some porridge."
"Okay, little one, get ready right away."
It was very cold at Tiger Walk in the morning, Jiang Kangchen rubbed his arms and went back to the camp. There was no heat in the tent, so he added a few pieces of charcoal to the extinguished charcoal brazier and lit it. At this moment, he missed the houses with warm walls in Xiushui Village very much.
Cao Dong came over quickly, and brought two people with him. Although Jiang Kangchen said that he didn't need it, Cao Dong brought over some dry food, a small stove, and bowls and chopsticks. Jiang Kangchen drank some hot water, washed his hands and face, and the charcoal fire started to burn, which made him feel better. Instead of letting Cao Dong wait in the tent, Jiang Kangchen cooked porridge by himself. This white rice was the polished rice that Shao Yunan packed for him when he returned to Beijing. There was only one bag, because he was not in good health, Shao Yunan asked him to cook porridge. After returning to Beijing, he was too busy and never had time to eat. He brought it with him when he left the capital.
When the aroma of rice porridge wafted out, Jiang Kangzhan licked his lips, and next time he wanted to ask Yun'an for some more of this kind of rice, it smelled really fragrant, even more fragrant than the rice he ate in Fuli. How did he know that re-polishing is just a cover, this rice is a good rice from space. Jiang Kangchen had a serious stomach problem, so Shao Yun'an gave him a bag of this kind of rice to nourish his stomach.
"Is Jiang's nephew up yet?"
Jiang Kangchen stood up: "I'm getting up now,"
The curtain was lifted, and Dai Zhanxiao came in with a hot suit, carrying a cloth bag in his hand. Seeing Jiang Kangchen cooking porridge, he frowned: "Why does Jiang's nephew cook porridge by himself? Where's Cao Dong? Didn't he come?"
"Cao Dong is here. I want to cook some porridge. Anyway, I have nothing to do. It's warmer if I cook the porridge myself. Can you eat the little general? This rice was given to me by Ishii and Yun'an. I haven't bothered to eat it all the time." , I will bring it with me when I come out this time.”
Hearing that it was his younger brother who automatically ignored Wang Shijing—Dai Zhanxiao said: "Then I won't be polite, and Jiang's internal officials don't need to be so polite, you can just call me by my first name."
"That's impossible. You are General Wuwei appointed by the emperor, and I'm just a courtier."
"But you are my brother's elder brother. Speaking of which, I should also call you elder brother. My grandfather and Grandpa Weng are close friends. I remember that Grandpa Weng seems to be your adoptive father, right?"
Jiang Kangchen replied: "Uncle Weng recognized my younger brother Kang Ning as his adopted son, but in my heart, he is also my other father."
Dai Zhanxiao: "Then I should call you Big Brother Kang Chen. Just call me Zhanxiao."
Jiang Kangchen thought for a while, and didn't refuse, and said: "What you said is also reasonable. Uncle Weng and the old general have a deep friendship, and they have been close friends for many years. Then they will be disrespectful, and they will not be so unfamiliar in private. "
"That's great!"
Old Weng and General Dai have a close relationship, but because almost all the sons of the Dai family are at the border, they can’t return to the capital once in a few years, and they don’t know the people in the capital very well. Dai Zhanxiao has never even met Jiang Kangchen and Jiang Kangning. Even Dai Mingrong only knew their father's generation.
The porridge was also cooked. Jiang Kangchen scooped up two bowls of porridge and paired it with the millet noodles that Cao Dong sent. It was made from milled corn flour and steamed flour on top of ginseng. It's not the golden millet buns in modern society. Ancient white flour was black, because of technical reasons, the wheat was not ground very finely, and there was a lot of wheat bran mixed in. In addition, this is a border crossing, so it is a problem to be able to eat enough, and the food will not be very delicate. The millet noodles are hard and black, but they are already full of dry food. Although Dai Zhanxiao is a fourth-rank general, the food he eats is also very average, so he can eat some wild game at most to satisfy his cravings. Looking at the steaming hot polished rice porridge this night, he was hungry.
Dai Zhanxiao was also polite, scooped up a spoon and blew it, it was not too hot, and drank it in one gulp.
"Huha! It's delicious!"
Seeing this, Jiang Kangchen said: "Yun'an said, you can't eat food that is too hot, otherwise your neck will get sick."
Dai Zhanxiao raised his head, and Jiang Kangchen took out two pickles from a clay pot he brought, and cut them into pieces with scissors: "This is pickles, it's included in the supplies specially brought to the commander-in-chief, and it's also made by Yun'an."
Dai Zhanxiao: "Brother Kang Chen, please tell me more about Yun'an. My father-in-law said that he is the younger brother, but I was so worried that I was finally disappointed."
Jiang Kangchen said: "Even if it's just a mistake in the end, it's a good thing for Zhan Xiao to have another friend like Yun An. Yun An regards me as my elder brother, but I regard him as my benefactor."
"how do I say this?"
"Let's talk while we eat."
"good."
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It was almost noon when Dai Zhanxiao came out of Jiang Kangchen's tent. His expression was not as relaxed as when he came here, neither heavy nor joyful, he went to the general's tent to find his father, on the way he met his lieutenants Shi Zhuang and Shi Qiang brothers.
Shi Qiang said excitedly: "General, I have bought all the sheep that can be bought in the market, and there are sixty-three sheep! I also told the sheep sellers to ask them to get some more sheep. We want as much as we want, as well as skins and so on. The subordinate also bought 30 shi of noodles and asked the brothers to make noodles together."
Shi Zhuang was a little worried: "General, it's not good for our vanguard army to eat alone. On the way back, my subordinates have attracted many people to ask questions. Some people say that the high officials from the capital have sent a lot of silver to our vanguard army, and everyone is talking about it." There are many. General Li Shen sent someone to ask. Also, do we really have so much money to buy? What if people come to collect the money and we can’t get it?”
Dai Zhanxiao-Pai said calmly: "When someone asks, you all say you don't know, just say that I asked you to buy it. As for the silver, don't worry."
Shi Zhuang: "We didn't know at all. Since the young commander said enough, the subordinates don't have to worry about it. It's just that we eat alone..."
Early in the morning, he was ordered by the general to collect sheep, hides, grain and grass, and how much to collect, he was also at a loss.
"I have my own reasons." Dai Zhanxiao lifted his feet, and instead of going to his father's camp, he went to the training ground of the vanguard army: "The order goes on, the vanguard army is resting today, and all go to the training ground to kill sheep and eat sheep !"
"General! I'm afraid it is!"
Shi Zhuang was even more worried, and his brother Shi Qiang was even happier.
"Go ahead. I'll explain when we eat the sheep. By the way," Dai Zhanxiao turned around, "keep twenty sheep for roasting. You go to my father's tent to find him the sauce for the barbecue, and then I can ask for some more. Pickles and feta."
"ah?!"
"Go."
"If you don't, don't come to see me."
Leaving a problem for his lieutenant, Dai Zhanxiao left. Shi Qiang Guaguai's elder brother: "Brother, go ask the handsome man for the sauce. What is that kimchi rent goat's milk wine?"
"Just know how to eat! Go yourself!"
Shi Zhuang left angrily, went to the marshal's tent to ask for "barbecue" sauce and wine, wouldn't that be courting death! Their young commander couldn't be so greedy that he didn't know what he was doing!
Shi Qiang, who was reprimanded by the elder brother, was also angry, and shouted at the back of the elder brother: "I will go! I will go! You don't want to eat! Hmph!"
General Hussars and Marshal Dai Mingrong of Huxing Pass only lit a brazier in the big tent, which was just a drop in the bucket for the huge tent, and it didn't have the effect of keeping warm at all. Just finished handling some military affairs Dai Mingrong was writing a letter, his fingers had thick knuckles, and the backs of his hands were dry and peeling.
"Handsome!"
"Enter."
Dai Mingrong didn't raise his head. The curtain was lifted by the guards standing guard, Dai Mao, the Zhonglang General of the Left Wing Army of the Yihu Army, strode in. ——The bearded man came in and shouted: "Marshal, Zhan Xiao sent people to buy dozens of sheep and a lot of stone white noodles. The general heard that the empress Chitose gave a sum of money. What is this?" What's going on? When will our winged tiger army be able to eat alone? Can this thousand-year-old only give Zhan Xiao money yesterday? With so many brothers, we can only watch helplessly!"
Dai Mingrong raised his head, and said calmly: "The man from the capital is Jiang Kangchen, Jiang's nephew. He is Qiantui's personal nephew, fourth grade, and the brother of Weng Laoyi's righteous son Jiang Kangning."
When Dai Mao heard this, his eyes widened: "Qiantui really gave Zhan Xiao a sum of money? Didn't the rest of us get it?!"
Dai Mingrong: "Why not. The carts of food, grass and supplies brought by Jiang's nephew were given by Chitose to our Yihu Army, and half of the Flying Eagle Army." He raised his chin and pointed to the boxes and bottles in the account Bottles and jars, "Those were given to our generals by Chitose. I will find someone to share them with them in a while. They are all good things that have emerged in the capital recently. Those grains and supplies were not drawn by the Ministry of Households, but by Chitose from the 'relief fund'." The money given out is for the soldiers of the Winged Tiger Army and Flying Eagle Army to replenish food, grass and supplies, it is Chitose's sympathy for us, why are you dissatisfied?"
Dai Mao said dumbly: "Yes, but Zhan Xiao bought dozens of sheep, only for their vanguard, and other soldiers have complaints."
Dai Mingrong said leisurely: "The silver that Zhan Xiao buys sheep is donated to the vanguard army by the soldiers under his command. If others want to eat, they just ask their soldiers to donate the silver."
"Ah?! What donated money?"
Dai Mingrong was about to explain when a voice came from outside: "Report—"
"Enter."
Shi Qiang opened the curtain and came in. Seeing General Dai Mao was there, he suddenly felt guilty. Salute: "Vice-General Shi Qiang of the Pioneer Army has met the Commander-in-Chief and General Dai!"
Dai Mingrong: "What's the matter?"
Shi Qiang didn't dare to look at the commander-in-chief, he hesitated: "Uh, then, um, it's the young commander-in-chief, um, the last general, looking for you, the commander-in-chief, I want, um, I want..."
Dai took a kick and kicked the past: "What um, uh, uh! I have something straight!
Shi Qiang straightened his back immediately: "Commander! The young commander will find you at the end of his life to ask for sauces for barbecue, kimchi and goat's milk wine!"
Dai Mingrong hadn't responded yet, Dai Mao was stunned: "What sauce, pickles, goat's milk wine?" Turning his head, "Marshal, do we have wine?!"
Soldiers, when they hear wine, their eyes turn green.
Finally, Dai Mingrong didn't leave. He rubbed his forehead: "Your marshal already drank up his share of goat's milk wine last night. Those boxes and jars have sealing paper on them. Look for them. Sauces and pickles."
"Yes!" Shi Qiang didn't move, and said, "But the young marshal said he would not be allowed to see him if he brought the young master back. There is also goat's milk wine."
Dai Mingrong's face darkened: "He drank half of the jar of goat's milk wine last night, and there are only six small jars in total, and he has to divide three jars for the general. You tell him to come and find me to drink!"
Shi Qiang flinched, then went looking for sauces and pickles with a smile on his face.
Dai Mao was in a hurry: "Marshal, what kind of goat's milk wine? Why is there only so much, how can this be enough!"
The veins on Dai Mingrong's forehead were sprouting, and he asked, "Do you know how much this small jar of goat's milk wine will cost in the capital?"
Dai Mao obviously shook his head, and Shi Qiang, who was looking for sauces and pickles, pricked up his ears.
Dai Mingrong picked up the tea bowl he drank from: "For such a bowl of 5 taels of silver, calculate how much silver you get for that small jar."
"Five taels of silver?!" As one of the poorest groups in the Great Yan Kingdom, Dai Mao's first reaction was: "It can't be a bar brewed with sheep's milk!"
Four black lines instantly appeared on Dai Mingrong's forehead: "Goat's milk is red sour fruit!!"
Dai Mao wiped his sweat: "I'm scared to death," and then, "Red sour fruit is red sour fruit, what is it called goat's milk. How can there be no such red sour fruit! When have people in this capital been so rich? A wild fruit The brewed wine is worth so much money?!"
Dai Mingrong told himself to calm down: "You don't need to drink."
Dai Mao first said: "..." Then, showing an extremely flattering and disgusting smile, "Marshal, please give me a taste of this 5 taels of silver and a tea bowl of wine."
Dai Mingrong: "No taste!"
"Handsome~~"
Dai Mingrong got goosebumps all over his body: "Get out! That kid Zhan Xiao eats sheep, you call other generals, and I take wine to beg for meat."
"Hey!" Dai Mao licked his mouth, thinking of meat to eat, so greedy.
Shi Qiang, who had already found the sauce and kimchi jar, said, "Marshal, the last general has been found."
"What?"
"These jars are sauces, and these jars are pickles." Shi Qiang also showed a flattering smile, "Marshal, what are these jams and Guyuan paste? And this Longjing tea, is it tea?"
"Let me see!" Dai Mao walked over a few steps.
Dai Mingrong: "Let your young commander get these things by himself, and he decides how to divide them when he takes them back."
Dai Mao: "Marshal, did Chitose give this to us?"
Dai Mingrong's eyes were heavy: "It wasn't given by Chitose, but also donated by others." He looked at Shi Qiang, "You take six jars of sauce and three jars of kimchi."
"yes!"
Shi Qiang went out to call for someone, and soon brought someone in, and removed the sauce and kimchi. As soon as he left, Dai Mao chased after him and asked, "Marshal, how did Zhan Xiao get the money?"
Dai Mingrong explained: "It was Zhan Xiao's retired soldiers who made a lot of money at home. They missed the comrades of the vanguard army and donated a large sum of money to the soldiers of the vanguard army. Zhan Xiao will explain in detail later, just listen Tell him, I don't have much to say."
Dai Mao: "Then go and tell them, lest this matter spread further and further, which is not good for Zhan Xiao."
"No, leave it to Zhan Xiao."