It was still the same abandoned village, and the snow was falling heavier and heavier, almost reaching the thighs.
But the atmosphere in the village at this time was in stark contrast to a few hours ago.
In the dark, the soldiers dug out abandoned roof beams from the ruins of the village or chopped down the bare trees in the village to use as firewood. They did not mind the smoke caused by burning wet firewood.
Everyone happily took off their helmets, put them on snow racks and put them on the fire.
It was said that a kind of food called noodles would be distributed later, and it happened to be cooked like this.
As for the oil, dandruff, and lice in the helmet, they are all just condiments, and no one will care.
Soon, handfuls of snow-white dried noodles and instant noodles wrapped in oil paper were handed out one by one.
According to Shangguan's instructions, put the straight ones first, then the square ones, and finally put the small seasoning packets, and then wait for 80 seconds before eating.
As soon as I got the snow-white noodles, I curiously observed them by the firelight.
In the Han Dynasty, rice was laboriously pounded, but no one had ever seen something made from such fine flour, so naturally there were all kinds of surprises and comments.
The sudden distribution of clothes and food at night made everyone immersed in the joy of escaping from death.
They can survive.
As for where the things came from, I heard that General Gongsun hid them here before?
Everyone didn't care too much at this time. Everyone had a simple and pragmatic concept - as long as he could survive with enough food and clothing, no matter where he came from, the worst he could do was kowtow to General Gongsun.
The snow-white noodles have no aroma, but as soon as they are put into hot water, a strong aroma of wheat comes out.
The corps commander and the chief stood up to inspect. According to Captain Zhao's instructions, everyone has been hungry for a day. These noodles must be cooked soft enough before they can be eaten. They must watch the anxious people to prevent them from eating them before they are cooked.
, eating bad stomach.
"Why are you so anxious?" A team leader grabbed his saber and slapped an old soldier on the back who kept swallowing, stopping him from moving his chopsticks.
The moment the instant noodle ingredients package was thrown into the noodle soup and melted, the noisy scene became quiet.
Modern refined salt, monosodium glutamate and chicken fat are used to create a seasoning bag that smells like a ghost.
Even the team leader, who was carrying a knife to maintain order, couldn't help but swallow hard.
No one spoke anymore. Everyone stretched their necks and looked into the dark helmets, holding chopsticks made of branches in their hands.
The firelight danced, and one could not see clearly the way the white noodles were entangled in the noodle soup, but the fragrance wafted into the air as the noodle soup rolled again and again.
The soldiers had all left behind their fresh and precious warm robes, and there was only one word in their mind - eat.
The time of eighty breaths was excruciatingly long, and the sergeants felt that they had never experienced such a long wait.
Finally, the time has come.
The sergeants showed their special skills and carried the hot helmets in front of them. They stirred them randomly with their chopsticks. They had no idea why the helmet was hot and scooped up the noodles with one hand.
For a moment, the only sound in the deserted village was the sound of noodles being sucked.
The first mouthful of noodles was swallowed by the soup. For a moment, some soldiers even doubted whether they had frozen to death.
He died in the snow. The warm clothes on his body and the noodles he was eating were all a sweet dream he had before he died.
The warm and heavy noodles and the soup that is so fresh that it makes you lose your eyebrows slide hot from the mouth all the way into the stomach.
The hunger, cold, and confusion of the past few days seemed to fly away with a gulp of swallowing.
In the small courtyard
"Sister, can you eat it?"
The meal was in full swing outside, but inside the house Gongsun Cheng's face was red and he was circling around the bonfire.
“Right away, right away”
Zhao Yun and others were busy in the yard, and Gongsun Yan was still unable to stand up alone, so she couldn't do much to help. She just wanted to take care of herself and Gongsun Cheng.
I originally planned to wait until the noodles were cooked before asking Gongsun Cheng to get up, but I didn't expect that the child woke up on his own after smelling the smell, and walked around the fire like a puppy wearing a long military coat.
The double-eared stainless steel pot on the bonfire was steaming, and it was placed crookedly on the fire, and the areas in contact with the flames were covered with a layer of black soot.
Half a quarter of an hour ago, Zhao Yun took off his helmet as a matter of course and used it as a pot.
Only then did she know where the hot water and wheat cakes she had put in her mouth during the two days of coma came from.
Seeing her expression of resentment, Zhao Yun thought for a moment before going out, grabbing two handfuls of snow and wiping the inside of the helmet twice before bringing it back.
Yuan Shao's attack on the city was sudden, and it was naturally impossible for them to carry pots and pans when they broke through, so the universal helmet came in handy.
Zhao Yun himself didn't feel anything was wrong, but Gongsun Yan declined his kindness.
I spent five trading points on the trader to buy the most common and cheapest stainless steel double-eared pot, an aluminum kettle, two stainless steel bowls and two pairs of chopsticks.
While Zhao Yun and Xia Houlan were running outside to settle the soldiers, Gongsun Cheng finally had the noodles he had been waiting for.
Considering that he was young and frail, Gongsunyan specially opened a small stove for him. The soft noodles were cooked in a newly purchased stainless steel bowl, with an egg lying on top.
The child, who had been shaken for several days, grabbed the chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth, drinking the noodle soup cleanly.
Zhao Yunrang's mush had been completely digested long ago. Gongsun Yan was also so hungry that he put his heart on his back and took a bowl of noodles into his mouth.
The chicken soup instant noodles, which I had never tasted before, now taste so delicious that they make me shed tears.
After taking care of Gongsun Cheng's food, he rolled up his cotton coat into a warm nest on the haystack and stuffed him into it, regardless of his begging again.
The child, who was still mumbling about noodles, had a full stomach and soon couldn't hold back his sleepiness and fell asleep again.
At this time, Gongsun Yan stood up holding on to the wall, lifted up a piece of temporarily hung felt as a shelter, and slowly moved to Tian Kai who was sleeping outside.
A bonfire was also lit outside, and some personal belongings of Zhao Yun and others were placed beside the fire. In the far corner, there were piles of dried noodles that Gongsun Yan bought from the trading machine.
Tian Kai was lying on the haystack against the wall, his eyes closed tightly and showing no sign of waking up. Black blood oozed from the bandage on his broken arm.
The user care gift package reissued by the system allowed her to obtain two healing potions, which were much more effective than the free treatment automatically refreshed by the system every day.
Moreover, the system's free treatment can only be used by Gongsun Yan himself, but the treatment potions can be given to others.
Tian Kai cannot die.
He was born in the Tian family of Yuyang, and was one of the Yuan Cong who followed Gongsun Zan earlier. He was quite famous in the north, and later served as a local official such as the governor of Qingzhou. He would be an indispensable help to Gongsun Yan.
It's just... Gongsun Yan's expression darkened. Tian Kai was her and Gongsun Cheng's elder, and Baima Yi was quite prestigious in the army.
I don’t know what Tian Kai’s temperament is like. Although such a prestigious elder can be relied upon, if the other person has his own ideas, it will be very restrictive.
So although I feel sorry for this elder who fought loyally to the death, it would be better for him to just hang on to his life for now.
Baima Yicong has been following Gongsun Zan to defeat the Wuhuan and Xianbei people. This remnant of veterans is the best cavalry seed to deal with the threat from the north, and must be won over by one's side.
Zhao Yun still needs time, and she still needs time.
Thinking about it, Gongsun Yan took out the healing potion from his system backpack, unscrewed the stopper, drank most of it, wiped it off, and then forced the remaining small tube into the mouth of Tian Kai, who was breathing weakly.
The indigo potion has no smell. It slides down the throat and soon turns into a ball of hot air that spreads throughout the body.
Before he had time to observe Tian Kai's condition carefully, Gongsun Yan only felt his face was numb and tired.
Staggering back to Gongsun Cheng's side in the inner room, she lay down on her side and covered her head with the military cotton coat she was wearing.
She originally intended to wait for Zhao Yun to come back and ask about the current situation, but her eyelids were as heavy as stones, and she fell into a sleepy state.
