Yan Ruomeng said that he would go without any ambiguity. When the army's fireheads were burning, Yan Ruomeng took A San and Jinnuo to build his own tent five meters away from the army camp.

Asan was shocked when he watched her move out of the tent in an orderly manner from the carriage.

"Cheer Yan, how did you know you would encounter this move?"

The tent in front of me is still a high-end version, with breathable gauze tent inside, oil cloth in the middle, and thick leather at the outer end, which looks warm.

Although it is early spring now, everyone is getting colder and colder as they go north. With this layer of leather outside the tent, it is so warm.

Yan Ruomeng took the flint and created a fire in front of the tent, and then said, "You forgot the time when King Sheng was born? I thought that the tent in the military camp was just that. I bought it because I was afraid that I would treat myself badly. I was planning to use it secretly, but I didn't expect that I would use it openly now."

A San knew that this was the case and smiled a little silly, "You said Xie Hong, who is not good to provoke? He has offended you and will never be jealous of him?"

The lessons of history tell A San that Yan Ruomeng is the person who cannot be offended the most, and he must hold this thigh in the future.

Following the compliment, Yan Ruomeng asked Jinnuo to put up the iron pot and boil it on the water.

The iron pot is different from the common bathtubs in the military camp. The iron pots that Yan Ruomeng brought are as big as the washbasin.

Not to mention lightness, it is thicker than an ordinary pot, and it looks exquisite. When you put it on the fire rack, the light emitted by the iron pot can attract the passing soldiers to look at each other.

Jinnuo has followed Yan Ruomeng all year round and is no longer surprised by this kind of scene. Asan, who just joined, just received great pressure.

"Cheer Yan, are we so eye-catching?" He was a secret guard and did whatever he was low-key.

After handing over the iron pot and the fire raising matter to Jinnuo, Yan Ruomeng easily moved the wooden table from the carriage, placed it on it, then took out the flour and placed it on the clean wooden table.

After doing all this, she noticed what A San said. When she looked up, she found that many soldiers were looking at her.

"It's good to get used to it. A San, come and mix some noodles with Jinnuo. I'll go around to see if there are any fresh wild vegetables, and stir-fry them with lard residue for a while."

As San's opinion, wild vegetables are all things that cannot be eaten by poor people. He never thought that he would have a day to eat wild vegetables, but he thought that they were marching and life was harder.

He rolled up his sleeves quickly and took the flour from Yan Ruomeng's hand, then picked her up and picked more.

When Yan Ruomeng heard this, she thought it was A San who liked to eat wild vegetables, so she picked a lot.

And two secret guards who rarely enter the kitchen, A San and Jinnuo looked at the dough in front of them and wondered.

"You said, is there enough food? Is there less noodles per person or two bowls of noodles? Why don't we mix more?" A San asked Jin Nuo with eight balls of dough as big as a bowl in front of him.

Recently, the marching has consumed a lot and the appetite is also high. In fact, A San has said that he has less weight. According to the weight of Yangchun noodles, he feels that he can't afford to eat five bowls by himself.

Jin Nuo also looked at his masterpiece in confusion, "Maybe it's enough, the master also picked wild vegetables, which should be enough to eat."

Ah San clenched his fists and said, "Okay, I have some pastries hidden in my bag. Let's eat less later. If you are hungry tonight, come to me to get pastries."

As a qualified secret guard, considering the master is the most basic ability. A San always regarded himself as a qualified secret guard until Yan Ruomeng came back.

Yan Ruomeng was stunned when she saw eight balls of dough as big as a bowl on the wooden table.

Seeing this, A San stepped forward nervously, "Cheer Yan, isn't there enough food?"

Yan Ruomeng handed the wild vegetables in her hand to A San, "So many faces, are you a relative coming?"

"No!" Monk A Sanzhanger was confused.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Ruomeng posted on his hips, "Then you still have so many faces, who do you want to kill? Wasting food is not just a waste of yours!"

To resist the pressure from the thighs, A San shrugged his shoulders, "I know I'm wrong, but I really don't know how many faces we four should be with. Jin Nuo didn't know. I thought about it, so I rubbed each of them according to the head."

Yan Ruomeng held his forehead with one hand, "The dough you and you are with is enough for the four of us to eat. What should I do if the extra seven?"

"Otherwise, my subordinates and Jinnuo will hold on." Asan immediately regretted it after speaking. According to what Yan Ruomeng said, he couldn't finish eating even if he could finish it. So he immediately changed his words, "Put up the rest, let's continue eating tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, so we will save the dough in the future."

"Then I really thank you, great clever."

Yan Ruomeng silently glanced past A San and walked to the wooden table to check the remaining flour.

In this regard, she would save some of the next days and could survive to the northern border. In addition to noodles, she also prepared a lot of rice and buckwheat, and the staple food must be enough.

Yan Ruomeng took a deep breath, turned to A San and said, "Forget it, if you can't eat it, just throw it away. This dough will deteriorate until tomorrow night."

When A San heard that he wanted to throw away so much food, he felt guilty.

Although Jinnuo felt guilty, he didn't show it on his face, but just paused, as if he had been given a decisive decision.

If you enlarge the picture a little more, it is not just Jin Nuo who has been imposed on the decisive decision.

The soldiers who passed by them and heard Yan Ruomeng throw away the endless dough, also paused.

A few of them, some of whom had experienced famine, expressed dissatisfaction with Yan Ruomeng's wasteful behavior.

"This is white face. Just throwing it away is simply a sin."

"It will be punished by God."

"Since there are so many, can I share some for me?" A traitor suddenly appeared. He was a young boy.

"?" The people around him looked at him with horror.

The sounds of aliens seem to be destined to not be emitted in the general environment. Once they are released, no matter what your starting point is, the general environment will label you as a scum.

"I'm afraid of my life. This person was driven out by Deputy General Xie. Do you dare to eat his things?"

"Is our military camp shorter, you eat or live in shorter, you are a waste of money."

...

The young man lay down his head while scolding him.

Asan was soft-hearted and could not see it well, so he pulled Yan Ruomeng's clothes.

"I think that child is also good, so let him eat with us so as not to waste food."

It’s okay that Ah San didn’t speak, but once he spoke, he gave those veterans who liked to train others a new starting point.

"Boy, I advise you to pay attention. How can normal people be kind to make people eat their white flour in vain? Be careful that they are poisoned."

"That's not, no wonder Deputy General Xie was going to drive them out. He must have guessed that they were going to harm people."

Listening to those words, A San slapped himself a few times, "I'm talking too much."
Chapter completed!