Chapter 34 It will rain tomorrow

Author: The 300-pound cook

Chapter 34 It will rain tomorrow

Sima Qian was quite kind. Although he kept looking at the remaining bowl of "Oiled Pork Noodles", he finally restrained himself and said: "Well, little friend Yang Chuan, I have tasted it at a certain restaurant and you cooked it."

The fried pork noodles are extremely delicious.

There is one bowl left, you can eat it."

As he spoke, he turned his face with some difficulty and sat back on the wooden pier at the door of the kitchen.

Yang Chuan hesitated for a moment, picked out a small half of the noodles, stirred it a few times with the oil at the bottom of the pot, finished eating in silence, and then scooped up a large spoonful of hot noodle soup to rinse the pot, just like drinking a bowl of clear oil noodle soup.

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In difficult times, you must cherish food.

This is Yang Chuan's principle, so although he often cooks delicious food, he hardly wastes a grain of food or a drop of fat.

This was a habitual move of his, but in Sima Qian's eyes, it was a different story: 'Look at the good deeds of a certain family! They deceived a young man into eating, and made him drink watery soup...'

Especially when Tang Yi's father came back and drank the remaining half bowl of oily pork noodles in one big gulp, he drank several large bowls of noodle soup like Yang Chuan did, which made the military lord even more ashamed.

"Young friend Yang Chuan, are you really a member of the Han family in Longxi?" Sima Qian suddenly asked.

Yang Chuan nodded and said: "My father is the son of a good family in Longxi. He died in the battle. When I was six years old, he was robbed by the Qiang people and became a slave. I was lucky enough to escape last year."

He did not mention what happened with Zhang Qian.

In his opinion, saving the lives of Zhang Qian and others twice was just a matter of chance. He happened to meet them. Even if he was not an envoy of the Han Dynasty, he would not hesitate to take action.

Talking about it afterwards is tantamount to repaying a favor, which is a very boring thing.

"Do you have any relatives at home?" Sima Qian continued to ask.

Yang Chuan shook his head.

Sima Qian frowned slightly, tapped his knees lightly with two long and thick fingers, pondered for a long time, and then said: "Your household registration is lost. If you are an undocumented barbarian, unless you become a servant of an official family and get the master's

Only if I agree can I let you go free."

Yang Chuan sighed: "Everything in the world is unpredictable. What can you do about it?"

Thinking of Zhang Qian who had promised him, he felt an inexplicable irritation in his heart.

A roll of maps given with good intentions, plus dozens of cars of Hetian jade, actually caused him to fall into an inexplicable trap. It seems that Zhang Qian seems to be an upright person, but in fact he is eager for quick success and instant gain. After all, he is still unreliable.

He doesn't hold any grudge against Zhang Qian, he just feels a little useless.

"There is another way to restore your innocent household registration, but..." Sima Qian hesitated.

"Military merit?" Yang Chuan asked.

Sima Qian nodded, but then shook his head, and said calmly: "First of all, you are too young, and you cannot join the army even as a prisoner. Secondly... the battlefield is ruthless, and there is a narrow escape from death, so you should continue to follow Lord Zhang Qian.

It is better to be a servant of his family than to die outside the wall."

Yang Chuan's heart moved.

This Sima Qian was a nice guy. He was able to say these words over a bowl of oily pork noodles. In the Han Empire where wealthy families were respected, it was really surprising.

"Master Junhou, is there any way for me to join the army?" Yang Chuan asked tentatively.

"Yes, yes, but..." Sima Qian hesitated and said with a smile: "A certain family has recently recruited a group of convicts with low status and unmarried sons-in-law. You can join the army as an undocumented savage. Since you are still young, I will be a soldier for the time being.

May you be a famous Huotoujun?"

Yang Chuan hesitated.

I am a son of a dignified Han family, my father was even a well-documented son of a good family, but now I am reduced to a stateless barbarian, and I can only start from the Huotou Army?

Can the Huotou Army get military merit?

As far as he knew, in history, the person who started with the Huotou Army and finally achieved great things seemed to be Xue Rengui of the Tang Dynasty, right?

Of course, if you have enough luck and strength, even a slave like Wei Qing can become a prince and a princess. It has to be said that the Han Empire in this period of history is at least quite thoughtful, better than most so-called prosperous times.

…

Seeing Yang Chuan's hesitant look, Sima Qian shook his head and smiled bitterly, and said: "A certain family member is soft-spoken and has a mediocre family background. Although he has been an official for many generations, he is just an inconspicuous historian. He is more noble than others, but he does not have much power.

A certain family deceived you into giving you a bowl of rice, and you felt too dissatisfied, so I thought about it and tried to help you.

Since the little friend is hesitant, let’s drop the matter and treat it as a casual conversation..."

"No, Lord Junhou, I am willing to join the army and start from the Huotou Army." Yang Chuan suddenly said.

Sima Qian wanted to say something else, but Yang Chuan waved his hand to stop him.

In the Western Han Dynasty, a recommendation system was implemented. The "noble historian family" like Sima Qian actually had the right to recommend people. As long as they had a close relationship, it was only a matter of words to let you become an official, let alone solve the problem of a person's household registration?

It's just that you want to do something big after a bowl of "friendship" with oily pork noodles? You want to eat shit!

"I don't want to be a servant. Even if I die in battle, what's the point of fear!" Yang Chuan continued: "However, I have a merciless request. I hope that the Lord Jun will understand and show mercy."

"What's the matter?"

"Tang Yifu was originally an attendant of Lord Zhang Qian when he was on an envoy to the Western Regions. Now he doesn't want to go back. Can Lord Junhou find a way to take him in temporarily?"

"Where is Mr. Zhang Qian?"

"If you don't tell me, I won't ask. Even if you ask, I'll just tell you the truth. My son, Tang Yi and my father have no servant documents with him."

"..."

How could a major event be decided so inexplicably? Sima Qian had been away for a long time, but Yang Chuan was still in the kitchen in a daze.

Why does he feel that he is a little hasty?

Is Sima Qian trustworthy? Thinking about the relationship between him and Zhang Qian, it was almost a life-and-death relationship. Unexpectedly, they broke up without any concern at all. This is really a damn thing!

What is a saying that goes like this? Things in this world are often so strange.

Some people eat your food, drink your food, and even go so far as to tear out your heart, drink your blood, and knock out your bone marrow. But in the end, the ones who turn their backs on you and insert knives into your heart are often those close friends and relatives.

There hasn't been any news from Zhang Qian yet, but Yang Chuan has already concluded that the promises made to him at the beginning were 100% ruined.

Moreover, the reason why he was eager to join the army with Tang Yi's father was actually just to avoid disaster.

Putting yourself in Zhang Qian's shoes, even if he was thinking of his savior and would not be cruel to Yang Chuan, why would he not find a way to accept him as a servant?

According to the laws of the Qin and Han dynasties, once you become a slave serving someone else, if you don't have the permission of your master to be merciful, the only way to get rid of your slave status is to flee to the end of the world.

If that's the case, why bother in the first place? It's disappointing just thinking about it.

certainly.

Maybe he was worrying too much.

Perhaps Zhang Qian is currently trying every means to solve the household registration problem for Yang Chuan, and is also looking forward to meeting him as soon as possible so that he can fulfill the promises he made at the beginning?

It depends on the fate of two people.

Anyway, for Yang Chuan, with Zhang Qian's help, he can avoid some detours. It doesn't matter if he doesn't, it is just an extra year and a half of hardship.

On the contrary, losing Yang Chuan's trust would be an immeasurable huge loss for Zhang Qian.

After thinking about it like this, Yang Chuan finally felt better.

"Uncle Tangyi, I make the decision for you, don't you blame me?"

"Young Master is the one who makes the decision."

"By the way, you still have to settle your daughter, Aunt Sarena and her children..."

Yang Chuan suddenly felt that the burden on his shoulders was a bit heavy. How could he feel like a parent?

I'm only thirteen years old...

Yang Chuan gave a wry smile and walked out of the kitchen of the restaurant: "Uncle Tangyi, let's go, have a good sleep first."

He looked up at the sky full of stars.

It will rain tomorrow, which is auspicious.
Chapter completed!