Author: The chef of 300 jin

"Once I am gone, Wei Kang and Wei are not aware that if Wei Deng's three sons lack education, they will inevitably rely on the power of their uncle and aunt to act rampant. Sooner or later, they will be stripped of the marquis of Guannei by the emperor, and may even involve fighting in the harem and kill them."

"People often say that a tiger father and a dog son is a true insight."

"Yang Chuan, I hope you can protect my three incompetent sons in the future. As long as you can save your life, even if you don't inherit the title."

"By the way, it's better not to let them enter the court as officials..."

Listening to Wei Qing's tired words "What's happening behind him", Yang Chuan felt inexplicably sad.

In the Han Empire, it is rare for both prime ministers and so-called Grand Marshals and generals to have a good end. Yang Chuan, who was a man of two lives, knew in his heart that since Wei Qing's death, the queen's guard Zifu ended up committing suicide due to the incident of Prince Li Liu Ju. Wei Kang, Wei Buyi, Wei Deng and the other three were indeed inevitably seized and destroyed.

Thinking about it like this, it's so fucking me.

Yang Chuan brought a small table table, put two sets of "Three Balls" tea cups, put a small pinch of wild chrysanthemum tea, a few pieces of rock candy, eleven or two wolfberry, two longans and two burnt dates. He skillfully added hot water, and gently stirred it with a small wooden stick for more than ten times.

"Practitioner, please have tea."

Yang Chuan picked up a bowl of tea and held it in both hands: "This is awesome, why do you say these unlucky words?"

Wei Qing took the tea bowl, drank a small sip, and exclaimed: "It's delicious."

But Yang Chuan did not drink it directly, but used the lid of the tea bowl to gently scrape it seven or eight times in the tea bowl, then put it on his lips and drank a small mouthful, and said with a smile: "Entertainment Father, the battle is coming, but you, the general, are a little restless. This is probably not a good thing."

Wei Qing's eyes flashed and suddenly asked, "I have said so many things, do you agree to discipline and protect the three of them?"

Yang Chuan rubbed his cheeks hard and said, "I not only want to protect Wei Kang, but Wei Bujian, Wei Deng's three brothers, but also protect Huo Qubing, Cao Xiang, and my mother, Princess Pingyang.

Adopted father.

Don't worry, as long as I, Yangchuan, still survive, I will protect any relatives around me. Even if the man made some mistakes, I will find a way to save him and find a way to cure his faults.

also."

Yang Chuan picked up the tea bowl, drank another sip of wild chrysanthemum tea, and said seriously: "Entertainment father, no matter how the storm in the court changes, I will do my best to protect myself. At the same time, I will do my best to support the queen and prince Liu Ju when I have spare time."

In a word, he is now a member of the Wei family.

He didn't want to say this.

After all, in his impression, the queen guard Zifu and the prince Liu Ju were nothing special; because he had not met or dated the two of them yet, and did not know his character, so he agreed rashly, undoubtedly putting a very heavy shackle on himself.

However, looking at Wei Qing's very tired black purple face, he couldn't help but say it...

Unexpectedly, after hearing Yang Chuan's words, Wei Qing not only did not feel comfortable, but his face became even more tired: "Yang Chuan, you are a good child who is grateful."

"but."

Wei Qing put down the tea bowl and lay on the horse stool. He looked at the blue tiles and blue sky with some distracted eyes, and there were a few white clouds floating quietly.

He said calmly: "Criticism and secret battles in the harem are extremely dangerous. If you can avoid it, try to avoid it. If you really can't avoid it, you must first consider whether you have enough self-protection ability? Then you can make a reasonable decision."

"Yangchuan, I am looking for you today, not for the queen and the prince, but as a father, I entrust my three sons to you to discipline on the eve of the war, and I have no other intentions."

Yang Chuan smiled bitterly and said, "Wei Kang is one year older than me..."

Wei Qing turned his head and said warmly: "Isn't he half a year older than you?"

Yang Chuan was in a state of anger.

Wei Kang is Wei Kang, Huo Qubing is Huo Qubing, can that be the same? However, facing Wei Qing, who has gray hair and a frost and tired face, he can't say some of these words at all.

"I'm afraid that Brother Wei Kang and those two younger brothers will not endure hardships. In my family, there are endless books and endless farm work," Yang Chuan sighed and said seriously: "In addition, I'm a young man, but I'm afraid I'm even ridiculed to discipline my older brother."

Wei Qing ignored it and said, "If the three of them are disobedient, just hang up and beat him to death."

Yang Chuan shrank his neck and said with a smirk: "That's probably not good."

Wei Qing sneered: "At that time, my whole family was a slave to the Marquis of Pingyang. In order to make a name for themselves and gain freedom, I practiced swordsmanship all day and night, and secretly learned some superficial words, read a few military books collected by the princess's family. Then by chance, I got rid of my slavery, and started from an ordinary Yulin guard, step by step to today.

This inevitably neglected the discipline of his son, making them look like such a playboy and evil young man now. This is my fault.

Yangchuan, don’t worry, my three sons have a good texture, they are negligent in discipline. Now all three of them have been named marquis by the emperor, and they are even more arrogant and arrogant. Just let go..."

...

After seeing off Wei Qing, Yang Chuan lay on the horse slap for a while. It was not until Huo Qubing, Cao Xiang and others finished training and ran over for a meal, that he had just woken up.

Finally, I had a chance to be alone with the "God of War of the Han Dynasty". I didn't say a single important sentence, and it ended like this?

Wei Qing is a sensible person, there is no doubt about this.

Perhaps because of his origin as a slave, he actually did not respect the so-called court and the so-called imperial power. The great Han war god was actually not very respectful. He was a very loyal minister at first glance. With this alone, Yang Chuan admired the adopted father very much.

‘However, what do Wei Qing said when he came here this time meant?’

‘Is it possible that it is really just to entrust your children and family before the war comes?’

Yang Chuan pondered for a long time, but he still couldn't figure it out. He just felt that his brain was almost out of reach.

"Yang Chuan, I saw my uncle coming just now?"

Huo Qubing turned over and dismounted, with the help of several personal soldiers, removed his iron armor, and asked casually while washing, "What's the matter with this?"

Yang Chuan said lazily: "The general came here to observe the training of our Yulin Army and made some suggestions."

Huo Qubing said "stop" and smiled indifferently: "I guess it's another light cavalry, heavy cavalry, cyclist, and heavy infantry to cooperate in combat. I don't want to win but not defeat, right?"

"If wars were as fierce as him, I guess they would not be able to destroy the Huns in another hundred years."

Yang Chuan glared at Huo Qubing: "Do you have the ability to talk to your uncle?"

Huo Qubing laughed and said, "Isn't this not here... By the way, Yang Chuan, my uncle didn't say, when will we start a decisive battle with the main force of the Huns?"

Yang Chuan shook his head: "I didn't say it."

Huo Qubing was a little depressed, sat down and shouted loudly: "It's so annoying to be stuck in this place where birds don't poop all day long. Why haven't Yi Zhixie come yet?"

Yang Chuan was too lazy to pay attention to this guy, turned to look at Cao Xiang who was tired of mud, and was amazed: "Tsk tsk, Cao Xiang has performed well recently, can he withstand Huo Qubing's training?"

Cao Xiang was too lazy to take off his armor, so he lay down on the ground and cursed with no hope: "What kind of evil did this marquis do in his previous life? When he was born, his father died. He met an uncle who was the emperor and his mother who was the eldest princess of the Han Dynasty;

Finally, my mother remarried and met a stepfather, Wei Qing, who was full of leading troops to fight. Look, now, you bullshit cousins, cousins, etc., are all leading troops to fight, and they are simply not human!

This marquis has a miserable life. When he was reincarnated, it would be great if he became Aunt Zhuo’s cousin or something. Look at the little women around him, each one is more watery than the other. After siping, it is full of water. Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk

It really doesn't work. I'll kill Sima Xiangru and ask Aunt Zhuo to have an old chicken to eat tender grass. That's OK..."

As soon as this guy spoke, he didn't say anything serious.

Yang Chuan laughed and asked Tang Yifu to prepare meals.

When the army went on a war, Yang Chuan, the Sima of the Army, was in charge of the "Huotou Army". With his personal guidance, the food quality of the Yulin Army was once again greatly improved, and even ordinary soldiers could eat a bite of meat every day.

However, when the army sets out and enters the vast desert, Gobi and grasslands, they can only eat military rations every day.

The military rations of the Yulin Army are top secret recipes. In addition to regular foods such as pot-kur, jerky meat, wheat rice, fried noodles, etc., each soldier can also receive a can of secret 'canned meat' every day. The categories are different, and they are roughly divided into canned beef, canned mutton, canned fish, and canned pork.

Among them, fish canned food is the most common.

There is no way, the amount of beef, mutton and pork is too small, which can't meet the needs of the army at all. Fortunately, since Cao Xiang handed over the entire family's green salt business to Emperor Liu Che, his family has undertaken 99% of the world's fish and shrimp business.

In the East China Sea area, Cao Xiang, the Marquis of Pingyang, owns nearly 100 fishing grounds, which controls and controls almost all fish and shrimp business in the world.

Following Yang Chuan's advice, Cao Xiang sent people to occupy thousands of acres of salt fields on the coast of the East China Sea, marinating the continuously caught sea fish with fine salt. After being "packaged" on the spot, they can be transported directly to the Central Plains, and then exchanged for money and grain after replacing them.

The reason why many people buy Cao's pickled fish is mainly not fish meat, but the refined salt of pickled sea fish.

In other words, using Yangchuan's method, Cao Xiang, a big dog dealer in the Han Empire, was once the largest salt dealer, and now he is still the largest salt dealer. In addition, the value and profit of the fish and shrimps themselves have allowed Cao Xiang and Yangchuan, the two big dog dealers, to earn more money and grain...

Canned meat is an excellent military ration. After special processing by Yangchuan, it can be stored for up to about seven months, which once surprised Liu Che, Wei Qing, Huo Qubing and others.

However, people who have eaten military rations know that if you have to eat the same thing every day, it will always make people feel sick and even become a torture.

so.

Huo Qubing and Cao Xiang, two two men, would run to the army's Sima Yangchuan's tent to eat and drink every time they had dinner, because Yangchuan, the only one in the Yulin military camp, could not eat military rations.

Roasted deer legs, stir-fried lamb belly, sour meat, mutton hotpot, fish-flavored shredded pork, braised beef tendons, garlic elbow flowers, fried eggs with oil, fragrant chicken gizzards... If you add noodles, steamed buns, flower rolls, white rice, millet porridge, and a few cold wild vegetables!

It's sad to think about it.

In order to eat, Huo Qubing and Cao Xiang complained more than once, asking Yang Chuan to make certain "concessions": either to improve the quality of the food of the two of them, which is similar to Yang Chuan; or to let Yang Chuan lower the food standards and eat military rations with them.

Without thinking about this, Yang Chuan directly knocked the two guys out of the big tent and said, "If you want to eat, get out of the way if you don't eat, come and get entangled again. I'll stop doing this army Sima!"

Since then, such things have never happened again.

However, Yang Chuan could only add two more pairs of chopsticks and two big bowls to each meal, and two more people had to add the weight of two people...

"Oh, Yangchuan's food is still delicious," Soon, Yangchuan's big tent started to eat. Huo Qubing chewed meat and vegetables, while sighing: "Look at the military rations we eat on weekdays, we don't even eat dogs!"

Cao Xiang didn't dare to say anything, but just kept snatching the meat to eat.

Yang Chuan laughed and scolded: "Don't you eat dogs? Go and see the military rations in the Northern Army camp. Before the war begins, it would be nice to have a hot porridge rice, a piece of pot and a few chopsticks to pickle vegetables.

Get rid of the disease, don’t behave well if you get cheap.”

Huo Qubing laughed and said, "The main reason is that you, the army Sima, eat well every day, and this lieutenant is dissatisfied."

"If you don't accept it, get out of here," Yang Chuan picked up a bowl of cold noodles, slowly scooped a few spoons of fried lamb meat into it, "When the army sets out and enters the northern desert grassland, our comfortable life... will be more comfortable."

Huo Qubing was stunned and looked up and asked, "What does it mean?"
To be continued...