Is there anything wrong with me calling the general "little uncle"? Wei Yang looked at the group of children in front of him in surprise.
"Are you sure you called her the right name?" The leading little boy still didn't believe it. A girl of his age stretched out her hand and pulled his sleeve, whispering, "Look, she's so pretty, she's wearing nice clothes, and she has money to buy candied haws. She shouldn't be a liar."
Wei Yang didn't agree with her words, but he felt that she made sense, so he nodded.
"But General Yan's four elder brothers all died in battle, and only his fourth brother left behind a posthumous child, a boy." Since it was related to General Yan, the boy had to be cautious.
Seeing Wei Yang in front of her who was already panicking and at a loss, the girl who had believed in her also fell silent. Yes, who knows if she was an enemy spy.
None of their families had no soldiers who died in battle. From their grandfather’s grandfather to their father to their brothers, they were all residents and soldiers.
One year, the enemy pretended to be merchants to sell goods, but they brought the plague from their side. That year, many people died in Yanzhou, and it was almost extinct. Yancheng was lost for ten years, and many good men of the Yan family army died before they took Yancheng back.
Thinking of this, no one dared to take it lightly and looked at the dark-skinned little boy cautiously.
"I'm going to find General Yan. You guys go wait at the stone bridge over there. No matter if it's real or not, just let General Yan identify it."
The boy thought for a long time and came up with an idea, still considering the candied haws that Weiyang gave them.
Fortunately, the people of Yanzhou are simple and honest. Such a beautiful girl holding a little white dog, sitting alone on the stone bridge is quite eye-catching, but no one dares to come up with bad intentions.
Although she was sitting alone, there were five children sitting under the bridge not far from her. They didn't look like they were from the same place, but their eyes never left her.
"What's that smell? It's so fragrant?" Wei Yang smelled a strong fragrance coming towards her and couldn't help but turned her head to ask.
Five children standing under the bridge were playing with stones. Upon hearing this, the oldest girl pointed to a shop nearby and said, "It's Zhang's mutton soup. Their mutton is cooked at this time and it tastes delicious."
Wei Yang, who had eaten a lot of snacks along the way, was moved again when she heard this. She had never eaten mutton before. She stood up and tiptoed to look at the steaming shop. There was an old shop sign on the shop with "Zhang's Mutton Soup" written on it.
"I'll treat you to mutton soup."
As soon as Wei Yang finished speaking, several children jumped up and looked at her eagerly.
"Their mutton soup is very expensive." The little girl hurriedly stopped them, saying it was too expensive. There were five of them plus this girl, which made six in total. It would cost a lot of money.
"It's okay, my uncle has money." Wei Yang said and walked towards the mutton soup restaurant. It was noon and the restaurant was doing good business, with people sitting inside and outside.
"Six bowls of mutton soup." Wei Yang imitated the guest in front of her and said to the woman who was busy clearing the dishes.
She had never eaten mutton, and she had only eaten pork on the way to Camel City. From childhood to adulthood, the food at home was carefully selected. She was not allowed to eat anything with a strong smell, spicy food, or anything that would make her body smell.
"Six bowls of mutton soup." The woman shouted to the kitchen, then looked at Wei Yang, pointed to a table outside the door and said, "Sit over there."
Six large bowls of mutton soup and six steamed buns were served on the table. Weiyang looked at the bowls that were bigger than the basin, and then at the steamed buns that were bigger than her two faces. She couldn't help but gesture with her hands. It was so big, would she be scolded if she couldn't finish it