Zhao Wudi pinched a yellow salt lump with two fingers, the size of a soybean, it didn't look crystal clear at all, the color was dull and strange, and it was rich in various impurities.
Moreover, the taste is also very weird, the entrance is bitter, the tongue is numb, and in addition to sweetness, the other four flavors are all accounted for.
Zhao Wudi's heart was injured, faintly dripping blood, and he desperately needed comfort.
It's a pity that there is no one to bird him at all Dozens of big men of the pro-soldier guards, all holding the big sea bowl, did not pick and choose, just found a place at random, squatted inside and outside the room, nibbled on a mouthful of millet buns, drank a mouthful of mutton soup, occasionally ate a mouthful of meat, and then licked a mouthful of salt.
Dozens of people gnawed on millet buns, drank mutton soup, and the sweat beads fell into the bowl, but they turned a blind eye and ate the momentum of thousands of troops.
Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, so there is mutton soup to drink, and Zhao Zheng, the secretary in charge of logistics, joined the army three days ago, and it is not the benefits brought by the war with the Turks.
"The Turks raised by dogs, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, so they don't die and come to attack the city, and the old man who is harmed is gone."
Qin Dashan was quite resentful, originally according to the custom, he could drink a few sips of strong wine on the Mid-Autumn Festival, but because the Turks attacked the city, the result was self-evident, and the whole army banned alcohol.
Qin Dashan remembered the few jars of spirits piled up in the warehouse, but he could see whether he could drink it or not, so he didn't get angry.
Qin Dashan, who had no wine to drink, took a sip of the millet bun, and then chewed it with his cheeks bulging, as if he was biting not the millet bun, but the head of the Turks.
Zhao Wudi's amount of food is better than in his previous life, a big bowl of mutton soup, even the soup with meat, plus the very big millet bun, all dried up into his stomach, and he barely mixed it to a full stomach.
The life of the people of the Tang Dynasty is simple, especially the soldiers of the border army, after pouring the food into the stomach, there is no singing and dancing, go out to walk the food outside, the cold and snowy outside, the cold wind gusts, and then there are Turkic people waiting for you outside.
The only thing I can do is to sleep under the thin quilt with my head covered.
However, the only enjoyment of sleeping on this side of the world today is not enough, there are Turks outside, and there are injuries and illnesses inside, how can you sleep in peace Although I have never heard of the Turks being able to attack the city at night, as the guards of the great commander, they must not leave the commander to stay up all night studying the enemy's situation, and the guards are asleep Qin Dashan drank the mutton soup, dried the millet bun, and smashed his mouth, looking unfinished, holding the empty sea bowl to look left and right, and then, reluctantly licking the bottom of the bowl, and put the finger of grabbing mutton in his mouth and sucked it a few times, seeing that there was really no oil and water, he took his own soldiers to serve in front of the marshal's tent.
Zhao Wudi's current identity is very embarrassing, he has just been appointed by Qin Huaiyu to be a brigade commander of Yangzhou Zhichong Mansion and squeezed into the class of officials, but there is no soldier under his hand, and Qin Huaiyu did not say that he should return to the establishment of the Yangzhou Mansion Army and report to the Governor of Yangzhou Zhichong Mansion in Shuofang City.
The general Qin Huaiyu temporarily arranged for him to stay in the general's line, but he did not arrange specific affairs, in addition, Zhao Wushu was not the general's personal soldiers, and he was an idler.
In this war-torn Shuofang City, it can be regarded as a wonder After the food is over, the day's affairs in the room are over, the pots and pans are brushed, and then some hot water is boiled for the general, and it is considered to be alive.
Zhao Wudi is an idler, go back to the barracks and sleep It's still early, and even in the snowy season of August, it's just dawning on the twilight.
After sleeping during the day, and now going to sleep upside down, isn't it a pig that eats and waits for death?
Zhao Wudi cherishes this opportunity to be reincarnated as a human being, and has great ambitions, but he doesn't want to live like a pig.
Since I want to make a difference, I don't want to rot in bed and wait for death, and there is no fire in the barracks, the wind leaks everywhere, and the cold is pressing, it is better to lie in the room, grab the firewood, borrow a little light, borrow a little warmth.
"Hey Zhao Wudi, you are also a brigade commander now, why don't you go to the big marshal's tent to listen to it, or go to the city to inspect the enemy's situation, which door is hiding here?"
Seeing that Zhao Wudi had robbed the warmest place, Mo'er was unhappy, squatting beside her, staring at her dark eyes, pouting and nagging.
Saiwai was originally a bitter cold place, and the winter in the border city was extraordinarily long, accounting for almost one-third of it.
And whether it is a year of continuous natural disasters or good weather in the Tang Dynasty, the things produced in the fields are always not enough, and the warehouses of the official family are never rich.
Therefore, for the supplies required by the border army, the officials of the household department always have to find all kinds of reasons that are not justifications, slash around with a pen like a knife, and finally give you a discount to distribute it In the most difficult years, the soldiers of the border army were half-starved and half-fed all the year round, with ragged clothes, yellow faces and thin muscles, and relied on hunting and digging wild vegetables to make up for the shortcomings.
During the long, cold winters, there was a lack of food and clothing to protect them, not even firewood, let alone warm charcoal fires.
Therefore, Mo'er's favorite place in winter is the stove that is as warm as spring, but now it is occupied by this Zhao Wuving, so how can she not be angry "Little brother Mo'er, the law in the army is strict, and it is important to pay attention to not moving, without the order of the superior, if I trespass into the tiger tent, I will be shown to the public, and I will be spanked" Zhao Wudi stretched out his hands close to the stove, kept rubbing, felt that his hands were almost warm, took off his felt boots again, put his wet feet on to bake, and then, a strong smell erupted.
"Ahh "Hehe, stinky feet are invincible" Zhao Wudi's feet were roasted warmly, bursts of mist appeared, and under the feeling of comfort, he couldn't wait to sing a song.
After a while, the moisture on my feet was almost dry, there was no fog, and the smell was much lighter, and it was no longer so pungent.
At this moment, he found that Mo'er had returned.
Mo'er leaned in front of her, holding half a millet bun in her hand and dangling it, her beautiful eyes turned into crooked crescents again, she smiled brightly, and said, "Give it, you can't fill it when you're hungry." ” "Don't, if people see it, wouldn't I become your accomplice" Zhao Wudi looked around and found that the old army was gone, and only he and Mo'er were left in the room.
"Zhao Wudi, what are you talking nonsense, this is my aunt, I deliberately saved it, but my kindness was treated as a donkey's liver and lungs, I was really angry" Mo'er was furious
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