Because it is close to Chuzhou City, it is relatively prosperous here.
But in winter, there are few people coming and going here.
It's late afternoon.
An ordinary, unsurprising carriage slowly drove into the town.
Stopped in front of a tavern.
Of course, this is the only pub in this town.
"Sir, this place is less than three miles away from where Fuyuan Camp is stationed. Let's have lunch here!"
Xie Junhao introduced to Zhao Xiaole in a low voice.
After getting off the carriage, Zhao Xiaole looked around.
This town is not big, with only a few hundred households in total. It was probably established to facilitate the mobilization of military supplies for the Fuyuan Camp.
There was a lot of snow on the road, so there were very few people.
On the other hand, the tavern was full of people and lively.
Zhao Xiaole was also attracted by the aroma in the tavern.
He nodded and said: "Well, this is it!"
The two walked into the house, and the noisy sound immediately rushed towards them.
When the waiter in the tavern saw the two people's clothes, his eyes suddenly lit up and he hurriedly greeted them.
After taking the two people to an empty table, he asked, "What do you want to eat?"
"Bring two jugs of wine, two plates of beef, and some side dishes!"
Zhao Xiaole said very proudly.
It's quite a bit like Wu Song's momentum when he went to Jingyanggang.
The waiter immediately showed a grimace, "Oh my God, the imperial court has banned the slaughter of raw cattle. How can our small shop dare to sell beef?"
Xie Junhao also looked helpless and ordered the waiter: "Bring us a beggar's chicken and arrange some meat and vegetable dishes, go ahead!"
As he spoke, he slapped a piece of broken silver on the table. It looked like it was no bigger than a finger.
But when the waiter saw it, he was so happy that he couldn't even see it. He quickly thanked him, took the money, and went down to make arrangements.
Xie Junhao then turned around and explained to Zhao Xiaole: "Sir, you are from the capital, and there is always a supply of 'fallen cows' there."
"But here, cattle are indispensable helpers for farmers, so the slaughter of raw cattle is strictly prohibited. Please forgive me!"
In fact, Zhao Xiaole had already reacted when the waiter explained that the imperial court prohibited the slaughter of cattle.
Then I remembered that ancient society was a farming culture, so cattle were indispensable for plowing the land.
At this time, killing cows is even more serious than killing people, and it is very likely to be sentenced to death.
It is absolutely impossible to openly sell beef like in "Water Margin".
After all, even those princes who wanted to eat beef had to get some so-called "dead cows" to eat.
It's just that I used to live in the capital and didn't have any clear feelings about these things, so I forgot about them for a while.
Zhao Xiaole looked embarrassed and said: "It's my fault. The people here have difficulty even eating, so where can they get the beef?"
Xie Junhao said with a smile on his face: "It is a blessing for us Chuzhou people to think so!"
What he fears most is that Zhao Xiaole is the kind of tyrannical official who has no sympathy for the people. If that happens, he doesn't know how much suffering the people of Chuzhou will suffer.
While the two were talking and laughing, their food had been served.
It was already past noon, Zhao Xiaole had just played a game of football, and Xie Junhao was a soldier, so he was already hungry.
So the two of them didn't have too many polite words.
Drinking heavily and eating heavily, we became much closer than before when we were always polite.
After they were seven or eight full, the two slowed down their movements and slowly started drinking and chatting.
Zhao Xiaole asked: "General Xie, please tell me everything! How does this Fuyuan camp compare with your city defense camp?"
Xie Junhao knew that he was asking about the combat strength and military discipline of the Fuyuan Battalion, so he showed a little pride on his face and said: "Please rest assured, sir, whether it is the city defense battalion or the Fuyuan Battalion, I personally trained them.
Absolutely impeccable in every aspect!”
"Um."
Zhao Xiaole nodded, feeling very satisfied.
If the Chuzhou army was really like a city defense camp, he wouldn't have to worry about whether Yan State would attack.
Seeing that the time was almost up, Zhao Xiaole and his party were ready to pay and leave.
But at this moment, a few people dressed as soldiers came outside. As soon as they came in, they shouted: "Xiaoer, where did you die?"
"Hey, here we come, this man..."
The waiter hurriedly ran out of the kitchen, and when he was about to greet them, his expression suddenly changed when he saw these people, and he looked a little frightened and said: "Master, are you here?"
"Um."
The leading soldier with a fierce face nodded and said: "It's still the same as before, do you understand?"
"Yes! Yes yes yes!"
The pale-faced waiter nodded quickly, not daring to show any disrespect.
Seeing that there were no seats around, the soldiers walked directly to a seat next to Zhao Xiaole.
When the people at the table saw this, they were so frightened that they lost their chopsticks and dropped them to the ground, and quickly gave up their seats.
Their arrival made the originally bustling tavern instantly deserted.
Xie Junhao's face turned blue and he felt raw and sore.
Just now, he was praising these bastards for their excellent military discipline and fighting ability, and he slapped them in the face instantly, making a loud sound.
The angry Xie Junhao immediately stood up and taught these soldiers a lesson!
However, Zhao Xiaole held him down.
He turned his head and saw Zhao Xiaole looking at the group of people with a smile on his face.
But this smile made Xie Junhao shiver from the bottom of his heart.
It made him feel so cold and bone-chilling.
"No rush, let's take a look first and then talk!"
Zhao Xiaole said in a calm tone.
But I don’t know why, when he heard this sentence, Xie Junhao’s whole body felt chilly.
It was just like when he was targeted by the enemy on the battlefield and slashed with a sword!
The threat of death even made his body tremble slightly involuntarily.
Xie Junhao immediately did not dare to move.
Zhao Xiaole's eyes flashed with cold light, like a tiger staring at its prey.
The reason why he stopped Xie Junhao was to see how long these soldiers had been arrogant and domineering.
So he left his seat like other people who were frightened.
The group of people seemed to be used to such scenes, so they didn't think there was anything strange and just drank, ate meat and chatted there.
Zhao Xiaole went straight to the counter and found the owner of the tavern.
The boss is a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties, broad and fat, and looks very kind.
But at this time, his body was tense and his face was full of tension.
Just when Zhao Xiaole called him the shopkeeper, he was so frightened that he trembled all over.
Zhao Xiaole smiled, glanced meaningfully at the group of soldiers who were drinking and punching, and said, "Are those people so scary?"
The shopkeeper was about to get angry, but when he saw Zhao Xiaole's gorgeous clothes, he suppressed his anger and said with a wry smile: "Young Master looks like an outsider. He doesn't know the situation in our town or how powerful these people are!
