In the Changjia stronghold, after hearing Zhang Cheng's words, all the generals immediately knelt down and expressed their feelings. They followed Zhang Cheng completely out of their own free will. Even if they were eating chaffy vegetables, they would not have any second thoughts.
But Zhang Cheng knew very well that without food and money, no one would be willing to be loyal to him. The display of strength may be gold and silver, territory, or an army to outsiders.
But in Zhang Cheng's eyes, it is food. As long as there is something to eat, there will be people who will sacrifice their lives. As long as they can be fed, there will be people who are willing to sacrifice their lives. The first thing is food, and the most important thing is always food.
Chang Tianshun, the old man who had been leading the way, stopped to watch and had a great impression of the young general in front of him. In addition to the favorable impression when he first saw it, he also had the information he heard recently at Mayukou Fort.
Mr. Chang Tianshun told the truth without hiding anything, and Zhang Cheng also told the truth frankly.
He also talked about the fact that he wiped out the three groups of bandits in Taishan, Waitou Mountain and Beiliang, occupied Taishan Village and Waitou Mountain Bandit Village, and Zhao Shihu from Muzhaojian had defected to him.
The old man knows.
Chang Tianshun smiled and said: "The old man has also heard of General Zhang's reputation. In the Battle of King Qin, he was able to take the initiative to attack the bandits and win consecutive battles. He even wounded Dorgon and killed Yue Tuo.
The general's various deeds have become a must-talk among the neighbors in Xuan Town, but the old man never thought that these three bandit villages had been destroyed by the general, and he never thought that the leader of the Zhao village would also be under the general's command."
"Ha ha……"
Zhang Cheng laughed, and then said: "It's just a matter of cutting off a few bandits. How can it be worth publicizing? Besides, I have also occupied two bandit strongholds privately, so I have to do it secretly and quietly!"
He and Old Man Chang looked at each other and smiled, both of them knowing each other tacitly.
At this moment, Chang Zhengfei, the nephew of Old Man Chang, trotted over. Everyone knew that the food and wine were ready, so they slowly ran to the mountain hall under the guidance of Old Man Chang.
Everyone rushed to the mountain hall in a hurry. From a distance, they could see people coming and going continuously, as if dozens of families in the village were gathered on his side.
Chang Laohan's eldest son, Chang Zhengxiong, and his third son, Chang Zhengbiao, were already waiting in front of the gate of the mountain hall. Standing between them was a young man, slightly thin and aged between twenty-five and thirty years old.
Seeing everyone approaching, Chang Zhengbiao hurriedly opened the door of the mountain hall. Chang Zhengxiong and the thin man stood aside with their bodies bowed. Old man Chang walked in front and introduced: "General Zhang, this is the man who lives in my house."
My second son, named Chang Zhenghu, has been weak and sick since he was a child, and is not good at traveling far, so he has never left the stronghold to greet him. I hope the general will respect him."
Zhang Cheng didn't mind these details. Accompanied by everyone, he walked into the mountain hall. There were already five large tables placed in the hall, and Chang Zhengbiao and others gave way one after another.
As soon as Chen Zhong waved his hand, all the guards were guided by their master and sat down in the courtyard. Chen Zhong did not take his seat. He still stayed closely with Zhang Cheng, winking frequently at Liu Jinhai and Li Changsheng.
Over there, Chang Zhengbiao held Liu Jinhai's hand tightly, and faintly heard the words "big brother" called "big brother" in such an intimate manner that Zhang Cheng and others couldn't understand what he meant.
As soon as they entered the hall of Changjiazhai Shantang, a long table was filled with delicacies and game. Chang Tianshun pulled Zhang Cheng and insisted on letting him sit on the main seat. Zhang Cheng also gave in a little and then settled down.
Sit firmly on top.
On the left are Mr. Chang, his eldest son Chang Zhengxiong, his second son Chang Zhenghu, and several elderly people in the village. On the right are Chen Zhong, Sun Dashan, Zhao Shihu and others.
After Zhang Cheng sat down, he looked at the table full of delicacies and asked softly: "Mr. Chang, would you like to introduce us to the delicacies on this table?"
Chang Tianshun also had a smile on his face and said: "It's just a coincidence that General Zhang happened to have these wild foods in the village. I'm not afraid that the general will laugh at them. They are all rustic flavors and not worth mentioning."
Even so, he stood up and introduced. On the table were meat dishes such as roasted gray goose with skullcap, stewed sand chicken with wild fern, steamed chicken and leopard, grilled roe deer meat, etc. It also had some mountain vegetables to relieve the meaty taste.
When Zhang Cheng heard about roe deer meat, his eyes widened. In his time, such things were almost extinct. It was difficult to encounter pure wild silly roe deer. As for the chicken leopard, Zhang Cheng had never even heard of it before.
Pass.
Gray geese, sand grouse, etc. also exist in later generations, but they are all artificially bred, and the pure wild ones are almost always difficult to encounter again.
"General Zhang, this is what we burned ourselves in the village. It's a bit strong, and it roars like a knife and cuts the throat very hard."
Hearing what Chang Tianshun said, Zhang Cheng became interested. Since time traveling, all the wine he drank was rice wine, rice wine, etc. From Zhang Cheng's point of view, it was just like drinking beer.
The alcohol content of these wines is not high, the alcoholic nature is not strong enough, and it is not enjoyable to drink. It does not have the throaty feeling that he liked in his previous life. Today, after hearing what Old Man Chang said, he is very satisfied with this wine.
expectations.
"Mr. Chang, I was fortunate enough to enter the Changjia village today. I was very pleased to meet the descendants of the Qi family army. They are all brave and brave. I am really happy for the old man.
Today, with this first bowl of wine, we pay tribute to Commander Qi and the heroic spirit of the officers and soldiers of the Qi family who fought hard for the country and killed the enemy!"
Zhang Cheng stood up as he spoke, left his seat, turned towards the west ancestral hall, held the wine bowl in both hands, spilled half the bowl of wine on the ground, and drank the remaining half in one gulp.
"His ha..."
He turned around and walked into the seat. Before he could sit down, he grinned and said, "What a good wine. It's so tasty and strong. It's really a throat!"
Chang Tianshun also laughed and stood up, saying: "It's rare that the general likes this wine. Come on, Zhengxiong, fill it up for the general. Old man, I will give the general a bowl. Thank you general for remembering our ancestors and Qi Shuai!"
Chang Zhengxiong stood up and came over, filling Zhang Cheng's wine bowl with strong liquor again. Zhang Cheng picked up the bowl, turned around and said to the generals: "You guys, please don't be brave. If you can't do it, don't do it. This wine is very strong.
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After saying that, he smiled strangely. Chen Zhong, Sun Dashan, Zhao Shihu and others looked at each other in confusion. They looked over at Zhang Cheng and Mr. Chang who had finished the wine in the bowl.
Especially when Chang Zhengxiong over there turned over the wine bowl and lit it up, Zhao Shihu couldn't hold back his anger, picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp. Although the wine bowl at this time had a large mouth and a flat bottom, it was not enough for one bowl.
It's equivalent to two taels of wine.
But Zhang Cheng estimated from the taste that the wine was close to 60 degrees. After Zhao Shihu finished drinking the wine, he felt that his stomach was churning, as if a puff of turbid air was rising in his belly.
rise.
He did not dare to speak. He held the edge of the long table with his hands and pressed it firmly without moving. He managed to suppress the rising turbid air in his neck until Zhao Shihu's face turned red.