The bright sunshine turned the sand in the martial arts arena golden. Next to these sand pits, several tall poplar trees and thick banyan trees stood staggered, blocking a large area of shade.
The kitchen of the martial arts arena was built on the edge of this forest, and several fire-headed soldiers were throwing the watermelons they had stored in the sand pit.
Each of the watermelons was pleasantly green, and when tapped gently, it made a thumping sound like pebbles falling into a deep pool. It was rich and deep, just the sound a good melon should have.
A gust of wind blew by, and a fire-headed soldier looked up at the treetops and vaguely heard some sound, but he looked for the sound and found nothing.
"What are you looking at? Move all the watermelons out quickly. On such a hot day, everyone relies on this to relieve the heat."
"Oh, I just heard something." The Huotoujun lowered his head and picked up a watermelon, "Didn't Lao Zhangtou make mung bean soup today and add ice cubes?"
"Your information is quite good. It was prepared for the general. We don't have any share. You still want to eat ice for your life. You can wait until winter."
"Princes and generals have a lot of talent. Maybe one day I will become a general."
"Stop your daydreams and be careful with your melons, they dropped below ten cents!"
The Huotoujun was startled and said: "Shiwen, why don't you go and grab it?"
Several people said this and walked towards the kitchen with watermelons in their arms.
This is how people live sometimes. When they talk about their ideals, they always forget about life. When they work hard to live, they cannot remember their ideals. Who wants to live without any troubles, but who wants to starve to death...
On the treetops, Sato saw the fire-headed soldiers entering the kitchen. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I will put on their clothes and sneak in. You guys should keep an eye on Jiang Zuojun's formation changes and record every one of them."
If you see me sending a signal, it means that I have been discovered. You should make some noise here to distract their attention and wait for an opportunity to escape. Do you understand?"
"clear!"
After that, Sato put on Jiang Zuojun's clothes, jumped to the ground in a flash, and walked towards the martial arts field.
Just at noon, the eight-formation drill was completed, and Yan Zhuo dismissed the soldiers to let them have a good rest. Sato also took advantage of the crowds and chaos in the martial arts field to walk around the martial arts field at will, and from time to time he fought with the surrounding Jiangzuo soldiers.
They made eye contact, as if they were old acquaintances.
"Thank you, thank you, there are watermelons in the shed." Sato said enthusiastically to the soldiers passing by.
The soldier was stunned and nodded. He looked at the attentive Ito and was a little confused for a moment. He thought to himself: Why does this man look like a slave and still nod and bow when talking about watermelon?
Sato didn't care. He was still walking as before. He didn't stop until he saw the general in black. He took a deep breath and stared at Yan Zhuo, but he didn't dare to get close. He knew that something like this
A master's five senses are very sharp, and he will reveal his flaws if he is not careful.
Just as he was thinking this, a fire-headed soldier was running quickly towards Yan Zhuo's tent carrying ice-cold mung bean soup. Sato was keenly aware of this opportunity, and followed the fire-headed soldier, dropping his knife and freezing it.
The mung bean soup fell into his hands.
He put on a smiling face, showed his two huge front teeth, and trotted towards Yanzhuo.
"General, General, iced mung bean soup, it clears away the heat and relieves the heat." Sato ran to Yan Zhuo and served Yan Zhuo a bowl attentively. When he saw Wang Zhanjin next to Yan Zhuo, the smile on his face was also for Wang Zhanjin.
Filled a bowl.
Yan Zhuo and Wang Zhanjin also noticed something was wrong, and drank the whole bowl of mung bean soup with a tilt of their necks.
Seeing that Yan Zhuo was unprepared and actually drank a large bowl of mung bean soup in one gulp, Sato secretly regretted in his heart: Oh, why didn't I poison him? Such a good opportunity was missed.
Yanzhuo looked at Sato and said, "Okay, please bring this mung bean soup to my tent."
Sato lowered his head and was startled, said "yes", then got off the ring and walked towards the tent. Although he didn't know where Yan Zhuo's tent was, he expected that the general's tent was also the most luxurious in the tent.
Well, it shouldn't be hard to find.
Yan Zhuo looked at Sato's back and said to Wang Zhanjin: "There is something wrong with this kid. You will send a few people to follow him later."
"What?" Wang Zhanjin recalled the people from the Yama Palace he met before and asked, "It's not the people from the Yama Palace again, is it? Isn't the mung bean soup just now poisonous?"
As he said this, two fingers were inserted into his throat, and a wave of coldness surged out from the bottom of his stomach and went straight to his throat.
Yan Zhuo frowned, and waited until Wang Zhanjin vomited out the mung bean soup he just drank before he said: "It shouldn't be from Yama Palace, there is no poison in the mung bean soup, but the man's movements are a bit like
Japanese pirate, I suspect he is a ninja."
Wang Zhanjin didn't sound poisonous, and he didn't care whether he was a Japanese pirate or a ninja. He just stared at the mung bean soup in that place, and said with regret on his face: "My mung bean soup, this is the second time I drink it iced in my life."
Here’s the mung bean soup.”
Jiangzuo is located south of the Yangtze River. The weather is hot. When summer comes, people will try their best to cool down and cool down. The iced drinks are naturally a good way to relieve the heat. However, the rivers in Jiangzuo rarely freeze even in winter.
All the dignitaries from the left go to the Bohai Sea to buy ice in winter and then transport it to the cellars in Jiangzuo. There are only 18 cellars in Jiangzuo that can store this kind of ice, and they can only store about 200,000 yuan.
ice.
It is no exaggeration to say that ice is more valuable than gold. Some ordinary people have never had an ice cold drink in their lives.
Yan Zhuo looked at Wang Zhanjin and smiled, saying: "The mung bean soup is in my tent now. You can drink it if you want. But I don't know if he poisoned it this time."
Wang Zhanjin spat and said: "You are cruel, I will send someone to arrest that kid. If I don't let him spit out his intestines from his mouth, I will write my last name backwards!" He was like this!
As he said this, with a wave of his hand, he led a team of Jingkou guards and ran towards Yan Zhuo's tent.
However, it must be said that Fuso's ninjutsu is indeed mysterious.
Wang Zhanjin watched Sato get into the big tent, but when he entered, he didn't see even a single figure. Sato disappeared without a trace as if he had evaporated, and even the ice-cold mung bean soup was gone.
The disappearance caused Wang Zhanjin to get angry, gnashing his teeth, jumping up and down and stamping his feet.
"Damn it, is this little Japanese bandit hiding in the ground?" Wang Zhanjin said with his hands on his hips, "Search for me from tent to tent. I won't believe it today. I can't catch him."
There were people moving around and footsteps everywhere, but Sato was nowhere to be seen.
These people are like this. They can be seen but cannot be caught. They disappear in the sea of people in the blink of an eye.
Wang Zhanjin really couldn't catch Sato, because he was no longer in the camp, but in the treetops. He looked coldly at the Jiangzuo soldiers running around in the camp, holding a bowl of iced mung beans in his hand
