Chapter 175 The first step to building a field camp

Author: The chef of 300 jin

Chapter 175 The first step to building a field camp

Sima Xiangru was committed suicide by himself. Not only did he swallow more than a dozen coins from the court for "demolition" and received a lot of people's "filial piety" but he also went to Changmen Garden with Liu Ling during the mourning of Princess Guantao.

Fighting in a small wood...

Listening to Cui Jiu's story, Yang Chuan lay down and moved.

If you are so despicable, how can you save me?

What's more, except for the economic interests of his relationship with Zhuo, he really has no easy-to-understand relationship. It seems that it is not worth taking risks for the woman, right?

"How is it? Do you still want to save him?" Cui Jiu asked with a cold smile.

Yang Chuan lay on the ground for a while and said weakly: "Take it out and bury it, it's out of help."

Cui Jiu shook his head: "No, I'm still breathing a sigh of relief."

After pausing for a few breaths, the old thief continued, "The emperor does not want to bear the reputation of killing scholars, so even if Sima Xiangru had already admitted it, he was still hesitating."

Yang Chuan opened his eyes, looked at the old face filled with yin energy from the old thief Cui Jiu, and hesitated: "So, Your Majesty wants Liu Manluo to have a favor?"

Cui Jiu looked around and said, raised his eyes to look at the busy fields under the hillside, nodded slightly, "A-size field camp, it's really good to have a military Sima like you, and at least can support eight hundred orphans in the Yulin?"

Yang Chuan said angrily: "Are you going to have to have 2,400 orphans in the eight hundred feather forests? In addition, with the food of oxen, mules, donkeys and servants, these 200,000 acres of land enough?

What's more, their armor, weapons, etc. are a big expense. Where do you ask me to make money?"

Cui Jiu changed the topic again: "You said you wanted to invite me to taste a delicious food. It just so happened that I had free time these few days, so why not give me some face..."

Yang Chuan was so tired.

What's going on with these old thieves? If you don't say anything directly, you have to make a mistake and make people slowly guess and guess. It's a bit outrageous if no word can be put into practice.

"Uncle Cui Jiu, just say, what the emperor means is to do?" Yang Chuan asked bluntly.

"Let you farm well, cook, and raise food and grass for the Yulin Army," Cui Jiu sat down, grabbed a few slices of braised beef tendons and stuffed them into his mouth and chewed them slowly, "Of course, the most important thing is to take good care of the full moon Princess, the full moon princess,

.”

"The emperor said, if you marry his Moon'er, you will be able to say anything, otherwise, hum!"

Yang Chuan lay flat again.

This spring, the sky in Guanzhong is blue and blue, and the white clouds are like the full heart of a grassland woman, white flowers, swaying and trembling. As long as the conditions are ripe, a piece of rain will fall in a rush;

Two sand sculptures.

No, with the stupid eagles of Huo Qubing's, they were flying deep in the sky, and their spread wings were like the king's black cloak, making tigers, brown bears, deer rabbits, foxes and pheasants within a radius of twenty or thirty miles silent.

I could only hide in the depths of the Qinling Mountains very cowardly.

This world is so beautiful, but Yang Chuan felt that there were several invisible shackles tied to his hands and feet, which made him sigh: "Uncle Cui Jiu, what do you want to eat now?"

Cui Jiu had a cold face, as if he was looking at the stupid carols in the depths of the sky: "I heard that Princess Guantao likes to eat honey braised pork and Sanlu small milk cake the most, can you make it?"

Yang Chuan's heart suddenly shrank, but his face looked disdainful: "What are honey braised pork and Sanlu small milk cakes? They are just piles of ingredients and are cooked randomly to make things that are really delicious?

In the opinion of this chef, those unreasonable foods are almost like the great Han fu written by Sima Xiangru. They sound like nearly a thousand words, but the most important one is just one or two flashy flatteries. At first glance,

Tsk, it’s quite amazing. In fact, after chewing it slowly, I realized that it’s just a waste of writing and ink.”

"Uncle Cui Jiu, if you want to eat that braised pork, I will cook it for us when I turn around," Yang Chuan got up helplessly and continued:

"The most important thing about this braised pork is the choice of ingredients. You must have fresh pork belly with eggs cut, blanched in the pot first to remove the excess greasy and blood foam..."

Cui Jiu nodded and smiled and said, "Well, you are a big expert in cooking, but when I try a case, I am a big expert."

Yang Chuan asked back: "What does it mean?"

"It's not interesting," said the old thief with a smile, "Cao Xiang has been three or four years old. Every time he lies, he will laugh a few times before he lies; before Huo Qubing will lie, he will reach out to scratch the back of his head;

And every time you lie, you often talk nonsense and tell the specific cooking methods of a certain food."

Yang Chuan widened his eyes and asked blankly: "Uncle Cui Jiu, aren't we talking about braised pork? Why are we lying?"

Cui Jiu changed the topic again: "The emperor praised you for your understanding of advancement and retreat, and your smartness, so he asked me to ask, do Yang Chuan want to be an official? If you want to be an official, go and take over Sima Xiangru's work and help me

Expand Shanglinyuan.”

Yang Chuan shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I think, who doesn't want to be an official is a bastard? The problem is, I, Yang Chuan, are famous for being greedy for money and not lustful. I guess within three months, you, Uncle Cui Jiu, can only be in the court lieutenant.

I have eaten the food I made in the dungeon.”

Cui Jiu nodded and said with some regret: "Actually, I once advised the emperor and summoned you to Weiyang Palace after casting the situation. I will definitely convey your peerless martial arts and harmful skills...

What a pity, the emperor didn't agree."

While speaking, the old thief reached into his crotch and grabbed it hard for a few times. Then, he grabbed a few pieces of braised beef tendons with his itchy hand and stuffed them into his mouth. He then applied it on the front of Ma Yi.

Yang Chuan almost vomited when he saw the old thief's "slutty operation".

These so-called great figures and scholars in the Han Empire were so ugly? Cui Jiu, Zhang Qian, Sima Qian, and even Liu Che were all the same.

After calculating with a stern finger, Zhang Tang should be the most gentle foodie among them. At least he knows how tofu is the "food for gentlemen"...

After eating braised pork for three days in a row, Cui Jiu finally left.

Yang Chuan's heart finally fell down: 'It seems that the emperor's cause of death of Princess Guantao was just a guess...'

However, if you want to take the target of the old thief Cui Jiu, this feeling is not fun at all. Who knows that if you accidentally do it, Yang Chuan will be taken to the dungeon of Tingwei Mansion like a fool, and she will be taken to the dungeon of Tingwei Mansion by

People make shit?

Sometimes, Yang Chuan couldn't help but think of his bullshit "Tian Khan". Isn't there a Luding City in the Beihai area?

I don’t know what the Huns were doing?

Of course, Yang Chuan did not waste these three days. He learned a lot of "the emperor's meaning" from Cui Jiu, and finally clarified his own ideas-

Liu Che wanted to build the "A-font-sized field camp" into the most elite iron cavalry in the world at the fastest speed!

That's right.

Explain the words clearly and give the people below a clear goal and direction. This is what a good emperor should do. If you do something like a twist, don’t you feel tired?

Therefore, after having a long talk with the old thief Cui Jiu, Yang Chuan quickly formulated a strengthening plan for the "A-font-sized field camp".

As a chef, his first step is naturally to start with the 'Food Hygiene Regulations'...

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"How does it feel to be beaten by my uncle?"

On the evening of the day, before the meal, Cao Xiang, who had been struggling in the fields for a whole day, limped over, his head and face filled with mud, but he was so happy that he was not good at all.

He stood under an old elm tree and sucked a lot of peeing. He grabbed two pieces of cold-cut mutton on the plate and stuffed it into his mouth. He smiled and grinned, "Princess Full Moon, tsk, it's my aunt Chen Ajiao.

The big man princess who gave birth to a nurturing man, just think about it..."

Before Cao Xiang could finish his nonsense, Yang Chuan kicked him to the ankle: "Don't you go and take a shower, change into clean clothes and come to have a meal."

Then, Yang Chuan chased Huo Qubing, Li Gan and the Yulin orphans to take a shower, and announced his first 'Field Camp Food Hygiene Regulations':

Take a bath before meals, wash your hands after meals, clean your face; wash your hands after toilet.

If you urinate again and grab food with your hands, regardless of your identity, title, or official rank, you will first hit thirty military sticks.

"Yangchuan dog thief, you and Yeye, I'm waiting!"

"Yang Chuan, you are not righteous. You are wandering around all day and don't work. Naturally, you can be more particular. But you can't let us settle down?"

“…”

Cao Xiang, Huo Qubing and others cursed, but when they saw Yang Chuan's expressionless face, they still ran to take a shower obediently.

For this day, Yang Chuan was actually ready two months ago, and asked Tangyi's father to lead a group of servants to build a row of spacious and bright 'bathhouse' in a corner of the village, and use

The bamboo tube attracted a stream of water.

What puzzled everyone was that Yang Chuan's bathhouse actually divided men and women.

Obviously, this guy was already planning to let the women in the village take a bath too? Thinking of this, everyone else angrily scolded Yang Chuan for being too indulgent to those servant women;

However, Cao Xiang's eyes had already shined, and more than once came to ask if he could go to another bathhouse to take a shower and change his clothes...

Listening to the strange screams of "hissing" in the bathhouse, Yang Chuan smiled with relief.

That's right.

How tired you have a day in the fields, take a cold shower to relieve your fatigue?

Moreover, based on some health experience in later generations, maintaining a cold shower all year round can effectively improve the body's immunity.

As for the curse and dissatisfaction of Huo Qubing's foolish guys, Yang Chuan didn't care about it at all. Anyway, he was used to taking a hot bath. If he sprinkled some Chinese herbal medicines, wild chrysanthemums and so on in the bathtub, then

More comfortable...

…

After one stick of incense, Cao Xiang, Huo Qubing, Li Gan and others came back.
To be continued...