As soon as the curtain was lifted, the old soldier of the room walked in, carrying a large wooden food box.
The moment the curtain was raised, it was enough for Qin Huaiyu to see the scene outside, the sky was almost dark, and the snow had indeed stopped.
This can also be seen from the old soldier's body, his hair and clothes are dry, and there is no residual snow or traces of snow after it melts.
The old army is the aboriginal of Shuofang City, and he made a bunch of meals for the border army.
Although he is still a young man and seems to be very unproductive, the border soldiers of Shuofang City, from the general to the pawn, everyone respects him.
Even if he is a thorn in the army, when he sees his old man, he is respectful, and he can't fight back or scold back.
The old soldier placed the food box on top of the bookcase, lifted the lid, and brought out a large basin of steaming mutton and a small plate of green salt.
Zhao Wudi took a look, good guy, the basin was really big enough, and it was also made of wood, shiny and steaming.
He was very skeptical that the old soldier had brought the basin for washing his face Looking at the small plate again, it is indeed small enough, especially compared with the basin, it can be called miserable, and it is difficult to find if you are not careful.
It was just such a small saucer, filled with a pinch of green salt, and the old army treated it as a treasure, handling it gently, as if he was afraid of accidentally falling.
It was indeed a pinch of green salt, Zhao Wudi stared at the small plate carefully a few times, and secretly measured it, feeling that there was no more accurate than the word "a pinch of salt".
"Look at your cowardice, it's green salt, and you don't sprinkle a basin of water to take care of yourself."
Mo'er found out that Zhao Wushu was sneakily peeping at Qingyan, and immediately opened her small mouth and snatched it.
Zhao Wudi rolled his eyes, his heart was full of resentment: Isn't it green salt Lao Tzu was born in Yangzhou, and he has a sales license issued by the Ming Dynasty to salt merchants in his family, and he can take good snowflake salt to pave the ground for you.
However, it suddenly occurred to him that none of that had anything to do with him.
He's dead and can't go back In this life and this world, although his home is also in Yangzhou, he has no salt, not even green salt.
What's the deal, Lao Tzu can't even eat green salt, is there anything worse than me in this world?
At the same time, he regretted why he didn't learn how to dry sea salt before This is Datang, an era of extreme lack of salt, if you master the technology of Daming drying sea salt, you will not immediately become rich in the world, rich in rival countries, and rich in oil But it's a pity that the ideal is green salt, and the reality is blank.
Mo'er saw Zhao Wudi's annoyed and embarrassed appearance, and thought that she had broken the trick and grabbed the sore foot, and couldn't help but laugh proudly.
In addition to a large pot of mutton and a small plate of green salt, the old army lifted a layer of partition and took out several large pieces of oily hu cakes, which were baked with millet flour and sandwiched with minced mutton.
The old army packed up the food box, rubbed his hands and smiled: "The old man didn't know that Sima and the army were also here, so he only took a share of the general, are you two eating here or" In this era, the meal system is still implemented, one person has a short table, one meal, each eats his own, and it cannot be wasted.
If you can't eat it, you have to stuff it into your stomach, who asked you to ask for so many portions, I don't know if a grain of millet and a grain of wheat are not easy to come by Zhao Wudi listened to the old army's words and was dumbfounded: This is the general's food alone, my God, the general can't make a rice bucket It is estimated that the old army heard that the general was injured, so he added some extra weight, which is understandable, the patient, always have to take extra care, no one will object.
General Qin laughed, and said to his right arm: "This is in the army, not so much exquisite, let Lao Liu add some more, let's have fun together."
"Okay, I'll follow the general to get clean, but unfortunately there is no wine" Zhao Senjun moved the big basin in front of Qin Huaiyu, and then sat down on the side.
"Lao Zhao, you drink, there is wine.
When you drink well, the old man will just take your sacrificial flag.
Wei Sima also found a place to sit on the ground, his eyes staring at Zhao Senjun, grinning and sneering.
"I said Lao Wei, accompany the general to have a meal, and you won't let me go.
It seems that in the last life, Lao Tzu must have missed your money and didn't pay it back.
Zhao Senjun scolded with a smile.
Qin Huaiyu grabbed a leg of mutton in his hand, and suddenly saw that Zhao Wudi was still there, so he said: "Zhao Wudi, it's time to eat, or, come over and eat together."
Seeing that Zhao Wudi was about to speak, Mo'er, who was standing on his side, hurriedly kicked him, and glared at him fiercely, raising his chin, that means Zhao Wudi is not a fool, and he still doesn't understand what she means In these years, there is a strict hierarchy, and there is a difference between the upper and lower levels, and the general just said it casually, how can he take it seriously In fact, even in the Ming Dynasty, when Yan Shifan was inspecting the southeast to resist the Japanese, Hu Zongxian held a banquet to entertain Yan Shifan, and Zhao Wudi was not qualified to attend.
Zhao Wushu declined the general's kindness, and then went to the room with Qin Dashan and other personal soldiers, and ate a meal for each person, that is, dinner.
A big bowl of steaming mutton soup, a few pieces of meat, and a large millet bun, one serving per person, including Mo'er and Lao Jun.
The food of the border army is rationed, no matter how old or young, everyone is the same, and no one eats more than the other, unless you become a general.
Mo'er took a burlap bag and sent things one by one, which made Zhao Wudi very curious, and he didn't know what kind of treasure it was.
Mo'er soon arrived in front of Zhao Wudi, stretched out her hand and handed him something, because it was too small, she almost didn't catch it, causing Mo'er's boss to complain.
Zhao Wudi pinched the "baby" with two fingers, and with the help of the light of the stove, he saw that the size was about the same size as a bean, three round and four flat, and the color was yellow.
Zhao Wushu was stunned, what the hell is this It's a pill You don't have to take a pill for dinner He stomped around, saw the big guy licking his tongue, stunned for a moment, and felt that it was better to follow the customs, after all, he had not yet become a general, and it was not bad to pretend to be a fool appropriately.
So, Zhao Wudi also licked it, a little bitter and a little salty.
He understood that feelings were salt, and his face was as bitter as salt.
Just this thing, left in his Daming's house, and even ignored the dog.
His heart was broken
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