While the soldiers were happily eating horsemeat noodle soup, a small conflict broke out among the leadership of the team.
"Zilong, you don't know how long the snow will last, how can you share horse meat so easily?" Xia Houlan walked into the house with her face red with anger.
The three or four followers on the side looked at each other and quietly slipped out against the wall, closing the door behind them.
As we all know, Captain Zhao and Xiahou Sima are not only from the same hometown, but they also grew up together. Xiahou Sima obviously came to give advice with anger. It is neither persuasive nor dissuasive. It is better not to listen.
Zhao Yun sighed in his heart. He knew that his friend had to come to him because of his temper, so he put down his hand and with the help of the system, Gongsun Yan copied the military supply list for him in traditional Chinese characters, "Zixiu, sit down."
As he spoke, he poured a bowl of hot water for him.
Gongsun Yan knew that they needed to patrol the camp and went out to check the sentry post, so he ordered Wang Wu to bring the kettle to this room, boil the hot water and put it next to the fire to keep warm, so that they could have hot water to warm themselves and pour water when they came in and out.
The wooden bowl was also chipped by Wang Wu.
"Oops!" Is he the only one worried?
Xia Houlan was so angry that she stamped her feet, but she still took the hot water from Zhao Yun, lifted up her clothes and sat cross-legged next to Zhao Yun, "I know that Mrs. Gongsun is of high status, but how can Zilong let her arrange major military affairs at her will?"
In the afternoon, Zhao Yun led the team and brought back 600 stone monster-looking horse grains.
Although it looks a little weird, Xia Houlan is not stupid. He has tasted that the so-called horse feed is not only processed from grain, but also tastes salty and sweet.
Obviously, they are carefully matched and specially bred to breed horses that are thousands of miles away.
This kind of feeding method regardless of cost is generally only enjoyed by BMWs from truly famous families.
I don’t know which family’s horse-raising secret was made based on it, but it was acquired by General Gongsun and stored in that cave.
Zhao Yun brought back six hundred stones of horse food, mixed with bark and grass roots, which was enough for the horses in their army to eat for ten days!
It is impossible to say that they have to rely on these six hundred stones of horse food to go all the way to Lingzhi.
But now that Lady Gongsun has taken over the military supplies, she is distributing them at twenty kilograms per horse per day. Isn't this a joke?
This batch of horse food is only enough to last about five days!
This will indeed help them get fat and strong in the short term, but after five days, they may not be able to get such high-quality supplies. What will they do in the future?
Not to mention horse meat.
Today they ordered the killing of 12 lame horses. This was okay. They had no extra food and grass to raise these horses that would never be able to go to the battlefield again. They might as well kill them for meat before they starved and lost weight.
However, we only had a full meal last night. Although the quantity was reduced by half this morning, it was still a solid supply of refined grain noodles, so the soldiers were not hungry.
Why distribute horsemeat to the army at night? What's the point of eating it so well?
And refined salt! That’s the finest refined salt!
He has never seen such good salt. Wouldn't it be good to marinate horse meat strips for chewing on the road?
You actually gave the soldiers boiled meat soup like this?
Why doesn't she go to heaven?
Now that I don’t know how to save money, what should I do if I walk into the snowfield after eating all the food and drinking?
Where can I find supplies in the snowfield? Can a batch of meat fall from the sky?
Zhao Yun listened attentively to his friend Xia Houlan's explanation of his purpose. He said nothing, but took out a braised egg from his coat pocket, tore a hole in it and handed it to him, "Eat some first!"
"What is this?" Egg? The angry Xia Houlan took it inexplicably, took an unsuspecting bite, chewed it a few times quickly, and stuffed the whole braised egg into his mouth.
Zhao Yun didn't answer until he saw him happily chewing the egg, then he smiled and said, "Ms. Gongsun gave it to me."
This is what you have been complaining about just now, why don't you go to God's Lady Gongsun?
A mouthful of braised eggs stuck in his throat. Xia Houlan glanced at Zhao Yun with a slumped face, "Are you cheating on me?"
It is said that eating people has a short mouth, and Xia Houlan's voice is indeed much softer.
Zhao Yun then took out another braised chicken leg from his pocket and handed it over, explaining to him: "Don't worry, Zixiu, General Gongsun still has a lot of things hidden around here."
Still hiding something??
Xia Houlan didn't understand. Why was Gongsun Zan hiding tens of thousands of catties of horse feed in this place where birds didn't poop?
And these are also the best things!
Xia Houlan tore a piece of chicken with his teeth and chewed it between his molars. The dry chicken leg meat was sizzling with salt and became more and more fragrant the more he chewed it.
He couldn't tell what spices were used, but just like yesterday's chicken noodle soup, it was something new that he had never seen before.
Even the bag containing horse feed looks like Cai Hou paper, but it is strong and does not soak in water.
Xia Houlan was well versed in the law and a smart man who had studied in school. How could he not see the strangeness in this.
He could guess what agreement Zhao Yun should have reached with Gongsun Yan
"Make plans early in the morning." Xia Houlan advised.
Water flows to lower place, man goes to higher position.
Xiahoulan knew that Zhao Yun was a very loyal person. When Gongsun Zan was alive, his benevolent policies were contrary to his heart. He retired to his hometown in seclusion, but he would rather waste his time than switch to others.
Gongsun Zan was facing destruction and his people were scattered, so he went against the crowd and came to Yi Jing to rescue him.
In the past few days, Zhao Yun's care and concern for his former master's orphaned siblings, Gongsun and Sun, have been visible to the naked eye.
However, Gongsun Zan's lineage was almost extinct, and the youngest son Gongsun Cheng was no longer 4 years old, so the Gongsun family had no chance of rising again.
Are they going to hang themselves on the dead tree of Gongsun's house because of their loyalty?
Zhao Yun chuckled lightly, shook his head, and dropped a bombshell with a relaxed expression: "General Gongsun has passed away, but my lord, Mrs. Gongsun, is still in her youth. We may not be able to fulfill our long-cherished wish, make contributions, be filial, and be righteous."
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Zhao Yun's meaning is very clear. The person he is loyal to now is not the deceased Gongsun Zan, nor Gongsun Zan's only son Gongsun Cheng, but Gongsun Yan.
Xia Houlan spurted out a mouthful of chicken leg meat, and he turned his head sharply to look at Zhao Yun.
"What did you just say?" He jumped up and picked his ears in disbelief, "Did I hear wrongly?"
How could he hear that his family had published a novel in which he was loyal to Gongsun Yan, a woman?
"My lord Sun Yan." Zhao Yun jumped three feet high like a chicken claw as if Zhao Yun hadn't noticed, then picked up the supply distribution situation that Gong Sun Yan copied to him and looked at it carefully.
This time, Mrs. Gongsun's handwriting is no longer missing arms or legs, her handwriting is quite delicate, and her recording method is also quite novel.
The name of the item, the quantity issued, the recipient, inventory remaining and warehouse management are all separated by straight lines, making the content clear at a glance.
This eliminates the cumbersomeness of traditional documentation and makes it clear and detailed.
Zhao Yun looked at it carefully again with some surprise.
Compared to the calm Zhao Yun, Xia Houlan felt that he was about to suffer from a heart attack!
He rubbed his face vigorously to wake himself up. Could it be that he had misheard the message?
Or did Zhao Yun mean my wife or something like that?
After all, Brother Zilong was mourning his death. Although he was 23 years old, he still had not married a wife, and he had not heard that Lady Gongsun had any sexual relations. Could it be that he and Lady Gongsun fell in love?
In the past, Zilong might not be able to reach Lady Gongsun's family, but now she can barely reach her.
Although it is not Zhao Yun's style to accuse my wife of being inappropriate like Meng Lang before they are married, but what if?
With a hint of luck, Xia Houlan asked her calm friend again: "What did Zilong mean, yours?"
"My lord." Zhao Yun opened and closed his mouth, giving Xia Houlan a fatal blow.