Li Daozong led the army back in triumph.
In mid-August, the army passed through Changle County and was still stationed on the wasteland outside the county.
Elder Chang Le and the sergeants sent a lot of food, rice, noodles, chickens, goose and mutton.
Luo Yong even sent them several large carts of liquor.
Although each person may not have a few mouthfuls, it was always his heart.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching soon, but these men still have to trek to the borderland thousands of miles away from home.
No matter what, it's always good to come back.
Although they won the battle this time, many of them were still left on the battlefield forever, even during the march.
As night fell, fires were lit one after another where the army was stationed.
The sergeants were making fires to cook.
It was just that the people sharing the fire with them at this time were not the same brothers when they came.
Luo Yong and Tang Jian went to see Li Daozong together.
Li Daozong was lucky this time.
He originally thought it was just to cover the shortage of Hou Junji, but he never thought that several golden melons would grow in Gaochang country.
The saint After that edict came down, the meaning of this war suddenly changed.
Hearing that the legend of Gaochang Kingdom and the Golden Melon was spreading everywhere in the Central Plains, it was only natural that Li Daozong became famous as well.
After all, this was still a closed era, and the common people did not know much about the civil and military officials in the DPRK, and there were even fewer who could be widely praised.
This time when the Tang army returned from victory, it was not as hasty as when they rushed to the battlefield.
Luo Yong and Tang Jian passed by, and Li Daozong received them warmly and thanked them for the many things they had sent to the army.
They have marched thousands of miles, and along the way, poor places are indeed very poor.
Those small towns composed of hundreds of households often have nothing to offer.
Changle County, with the power of a small county, can It is really rare to provide them with so much food and material support.
Especially the alcohol that Luo Yong gave them, he didn't pay much attention to it at first.
Later, he heard from a doctor in the army that using this thing called alcohol to clean wounds can greatly reduce the chance of pus and rot.
By making good use of the alcohol to treat wounds and taking some medicine internally, many seriously injured soldiers were able to survive.
Most of them originally thought that they were dead this time, but they didn't expect that, hey, at the gate of hell After walking for a while, I finally came back.
From then on, those military doctors regarded the alcohol as a treasure and refused to use it easily for ordinary minor injuries.
How to treat it now.
At this time, their large army marched back to Chang'an City, while the seriously injured soldiers were left in Gaochang.
Qu Wentai promised to treat them and take care of them.
After these people recovered from their injuries, they would be sent to Yumen Pass.
Several doctors and the remaining alcohol were also left in Gaochang.
There is also the compass given by Luo Yong before.
Although this battle has Gaochang people who are familiar with the terrain to lead the way, they do not need to identify the terrain and direction themselves, but as long as they carry this small thing with them, no matter where they are As long as you take it out and look at it, you can clearly see the southeast, northwest, which direction Chang'an City is, and which direction the Turks are.
This is a clarity and convenience that many soldiers have never experienced in the past, including Li Daozong himself.
"I wonder if alcohol is still available in Changle County right now?"
Li Daozong felt that this alcohol matter was very important.
When he returned to Chang'an City, he must talk to the saint about it.
"There are some left, I'll have them delivered later."
Luo Yong said cheerfully.
"I don't know."
Li Daozong seemed a little hesitant on his face, but he said, "I don't know if Sanlang can join some of my brewing craftsmen."
When Luo Yong heard this, he paused.
He didn't expect that someone could ask for such a money-making technique directly.
"You and I want this brewer, not for profit."
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Li Daozong said: "Since this alcohol can save the lives of soldiers, it should be vigorously promoted.
How can you ignore the lives of others for personal gain?"
""Luo Yong also knew this truth.
He originally planned to wait until the emperor knew the benefits of this thing, then reward himself well, and give him some more rewards, and then Luo Yong could present the recipe for making wine.
As a result, Li Daozong "Sanlang doesn't need to be embarrassed."
Tang Jian said at this time: "If not, just ask Qiao Junlin to return to Beijing with him."
"Who is Qiao Junlin?"
Li Daozong has never heard of Qiao Junlin.
Although they have been together in Chang'an City for several years, they are not on the same level at all.
The circles are hundreds of miles apart. land.
"That's the brewer."
Luo Yong sighed and said.
Tang Jian had a good idea.
He asked Qiao Junlin to go back to Chang'an with Li Daozong.
By taking advantage of the brewing business, he could work as an official and part-time official, which would not be too much of a disadvantage.
Qiao Junlin was originally a person who focused on his career.
If it weren't for Luo Yong, he wouldn't have come to this borderland.
Now that there is such an opportunity in front of him, there is no reason to refuse it.
"When I go back and talk to him, I will ask him to go to Chang'an with the army early tomorrow morning."
Although he agreed, when he returned to the county government office and looked at Qiao Junlin who was reciting Turkic language, Magistrate Luo didn't know how to speak.
"But something happened."
Qiao Junlin raised his head and glanced at Luo Yong.
Seeing that his face was a little solemn, he couldn't help but have a suspicion in his heart, so he closed the book and looked at Luo Yong steadily.
"Nothing."
Luo Yong pulled his face, got on the earth kang with a smile, and took off his shoes and socks.
"Just tell me if you have anything to do."
Qiao Junlin said solemnly.
"Li Daozong asked me for a drink today, and Tang Jian asked you to go back to Chang'an City with him."
Luo Yong said smoothly, with a relaxed tone. "" Qiao Junlin was silent for a long time.
"I said you should stop learning Turkic.
Why do you really want to go to the Western Regions?
The Western Regions are so far away and the journey is too hard.
Why don't you go back to Chang'an City?
You go back first and work as an official, and then you can take me Get it back too."
Luo Yong kept talking there.
"I don't want to go back to Chang'an."
Qiao Junlin said.
"Why?"
Luo Yong asked him. "" Qiao Junlin just looked at him and said nothing.
""Luo Yong also looked at him.
Twenty-one-year-old Qiao Junlin is no longer the stubborn and silly boy in Xipo Village, nor is he the young man who forced a smile in Chang'an City.
He has now grown into a calm and stable young man, and he seems to have countless thoughts in his heart. , and it seems that he knows what he wants most.
He found a balance point in his conflicted heart and was no longer confused.
"Have you thought about it?"
Luo Yong asked him.
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"Think about it."
Qiao Junlin curled his lips and said softly.
Early the next morning, Luo Yong took two craftsmen from the wine shop to the military camp.
He said that Qiao Junlin had caught a cold last night and could not go out for a while, so he asked the two craftsmen to go with them to Chang'an City.
When Luo Yong and Qiao Junlin selected these two people, they also asked them about their wishes.
After confirming that they were willing to go to Chang'an City, they asked Luo Yong to send them to the military camp.
"The official position was in vain, just gone."
Luo Yong stood on the city wall, looking at the direction of the army leaving, still feeling pity for the official position in his heart.
"Let's go and eat."
Qiao Junlin looked unconcerned.
If Hou Lin, who was far away in Chang'an City, knew that his nephew had done something good, he would probably want to break his legs.
"What's for lunch today?"
Luo Yong wrapped himself in his robe and walked to the bottom of the city wall with Qiao Junlin.
It was almost the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the climate here in Changle County had begun to turn cooler.
"Cornmeal pancakes."
Qiao Junlin replied.
They don't have to think about pumpkins for the time being.
In their Changle County this fall, the price of corn is much lower, lower than that of corn and wheat.
Their county government often eats this.
As soon as it was time to eat, their county office was very lively.
This large group of officers threw away their arms and ate and ate, as well as many officials in their Changle County government office, and their families.
Most of the female family members brought food to their own houses to eat.
The children didn't care and just ran around in the yard.
At first, they were restrained.
Later, everyone saw that the county magistrate didn't care about it, so they didn't care.
It's a dignified county government office.
When it's time to eat, the atmosphere in the courtyard is not much different from that of country people holding banquets.
There are still a few officers over there boasting: "I would eat six of these burritos in one meal."
"I have to eat eight."
"You put in too little bacon.
Come on, put in a few more pieces of bacon."
"I don't like bacon, I like shredded eggs."
"I ate seven at noon yesterday, and I wasn't full yet.
I saw there were a few leftover pancakes from breakfast in the steamer, so I ate them all."
"Five is enough for me, but I get hungry quickly and will be very hungry before dinner time."
"By the way, what are we going to eat tonight?"
"I heard it's for eating steamed buns."
"Ouch, the steamed bun is so watery, I can't get enough."
"Eat two more bowls."
Luo Yong: It's time to collect taxes again.
He might as well not collect the taxes.
There are so many empty households to fill, and the individual household taxes collected are not enough to fill the holes.
After being beaten so hard by the battle in Gaochang this year, there are no large caravans outside the customs, and the liquor cannot be sold.
Now even the liquor recipes have been taken away, and no benefits have been gained.
The year was bad, there was no money or food in the treasury, and there were still a bunch of pot-bellied men waiting to be fed.
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"Eat less, your granaries are almost empty."
Magistrate Luo said worriedly.
"How can that be possible?"
The officers just thought that the county magistrate was joking with them.
When they were in a good mood and their appetite was whetted, they would inevitably eat one or two more cakes. gd1806102: