The jumping firelight shone brightly and dimly on everyone's faces.
At this time, the body of the wild boar had lost two hind legs and turned into broth on the fire.
The mountain forest became increasingly quiet, and the aroma of meat floated faintly in the night.
Unlike other teenagers who gobbled it up, Wang Zheng chewed each mouthful slowly, allowing the taste buds on his tongue to fully experience the memory, and then slowly swallowed it after savoring it again and again.
The expression on his face always carries a strange seriousness, which is completely different from the happy and contented expression on other people's faces.
So in the end, a group of people had finished eating, and everyone blinked and paid attention to Wang Zhengxing.
In the coldest month of winter, we are in the wild.
The light of the fire gradually weakened, and the coldness became more and more penetrating. Even this group of vigorous young people began to be unable to bear it. From time to time, some people stamped their feet and polished their fists, but no one said a word to urge Wang Zheng.
Except for Wu Sheng, although everyone else had only known Wang Zheng for a short time, they had already been impressed by his bravery.
You must know that even in modern times where personal force has the weakest impact on the world around us, the influence of fighting sports still has many enthusiastic fans, and boxing is a mainstream sport.
What's more, at this time, the Han Dynasty worshiped personal force far more than later generations.
What's more, tonight Wang Zheng has another layer of aura of "Yellow Sky Blessing God-given Divine Power".
When the last flame on the fire turned into embers, Wang Zheng finally swallowed the last mouthful of broth.
He stood up, smiled at everyone and said, "You are eating too slowly, I kept you brothers waiting for a long time."
The other teenagers stood up one after another and waved their hands to say no. Only Wu Sheng scratched his head and complained like an acquaintance:
"Azheng, I remember that you used to eat very happily. Why are you so mother-in-law now?"
As he spoke, he seemed to feel that his tone was a bit harsh, so he quickly added an explanation:
"I don't blame you. I didn't say anything a few times before. The main reason is that it was really too cold today. After sitting for a while, my legs were almost numb from the cold."
Wang Zheng smiled and did not answer.
After spending these days together, he already knew Wu Sheng well.
He's greedy and has a loose mouth, but he's not a bad character, so he won't mind.
What's more, not to mention the original owner Wang Zheng in his mouth, who was his previous life, could often destroy a takeout in a minute or two while playing games.
When it comes to eating efficiency, this group of ancient people should have been a group of younger brothers.
It was just when he surrendered to Cao Cao along with the 300,000 Yellow Turban Army, and when he ate hot food for the first time after traveling through time, he found that he had involuntarily chewed every bite of food in his mouth like a demon.
repeatedly.
In his previous life, his parents repeatedly told him to "eat slowly for better gastrointestinal absorption" to no avail, but a month of extreme hunger made him really start eating slowly.
"Leave the two front legs for me and Wu Sheng, and you can divide the rest."
He glanced at the wild boar carcass and casually warned: "You must have finished the rations distributed last time. There is still some time before the military pay is distributed. You divide the pork and take it home. Remember to calculate the time and don't eat it every day."
Too much, it should be enough to support.”
The unconditional surrender of the 300,000 Qingzhou Yellow Turbans to Cao Cao was naturally not due to the shock of Cao Cao's tiger body.
With just over 10,000 soldiers and horses at this time, he was able to accomplish such a feat of snake swallowing an elephant. It was not because of the beautiful words in the history books that he designed a day and night battle. The real reason was that Cao Cao surrendered and gave a promise: pay.
Distributing military pay means distributing food.
This was enough to make the Qingzhou Yellow Turban, who was in desperate situation, completely succumb to Wei Wu's big pants.
Objectively speaking, Cao Cao's treatment of the Yellow Turban surrender can be regarded as preferential treatment.
According to historical records, Cao Cao attaches great importance to military discipline, but at this moment, the military camp where Wang Zheng is located has incredibly lax discipline, which can be seen from the fact that Wang Zheng and others can often sneak out of the military camp to hunt;
Not to mention military pay.
Cao Cao's salary regulations for the Qingzhou Army were five husks of dendrobium for the best soldiers and three husks for the rest. In the Eastern Han Dynasty, one huo of dendrobium was about 27 kilograms. Wang Zheng, a group of half-grown men, could lead the army and pay three husks of dendrobium every month. Logically speaking, it was enough for two meals a day.
Fully fed.
Just three dendrobiums per month is enough to feed one person, but not enough to feed a family.
Behind the 300,000 Qingzhou troops, there are more than a million old, weak, women and children standing.
Everyone agreed in unison, and soon they packed up and returned to the military camp under the bright moonlight.
This is Zhao County, Qingzhou.
There are more than 5,000 Qingzhou troops stationed near the county seat.
When they arrived at the gate of the military camp, the footsteps of everyone caused the barking of hounds, which also woke up Wu Zhuang who had fallen into a sweet dream.
Today was his turn to guard the camp. After waking up, Wuzhuang immediately clenched the wooden spear in his hand and looked ahead warily. He didn't relax again until he saw the incoming man clearly by the light of the fire, and gave a long shout by the way.
yawn.
"Hey, the descendants of the Wang family have gained a lot this time."
When everyone approached, Wu Zhuang wiped a few pieces of eye droppings from his face, looked at the packages they were carrying, sniffed them, and joked with a smile:
"Congratulations, will your family serve meat every day again?"
The hound also ran to Wang Zheng's side and kept circling, rubbing against Wang Zheng affectionately and purring. Wang Zheng took out a piece of offal and was teasing it with a smile. Hearing this, he raised his head and glanced at Wu Zhuang, then moved his chin in the direction of Wu Sheng.
He raised his lips and smiled back:
"Congratulations to Uncle Wu. You will have endless fun with wine and meat in the coming days."
"Haha, then I have to thank you for taking my boy."
Wu Zhuang laughed heartily at first, and then glared at Wu Sheng, who was hiding his head.
Wu Zhuang is Wu Sheng’s father.
Both father and son have the same shortcomings: they are foul-mouthed and love to take advantage of small things. They are the more cunning types of farmers.
"Little bastard, where are you hiding from? Come and get it!"
"Why? I got this from my hard work this winter. This is called... yes, my eldest brother said I earned it through hard work!"
"What a mess, since I am your father, what is yours is mine!"
It was already late at night, and Wang Zheng ignored Wu Sheng, who looked dissatisfied after being snatched away by Wu Zhuang. He let the father and son quarrel, nodded to the others, said no more, and headed straight towards his home.
Walk to the barracks.
The next day.
Wang Zheng was sleeping soundly on the bunk. The small skylight cast a little light, but it was enough to illuminate the barracks. There was a thin figure.
She tiptoed towards Wang Zheng's position. When she reached the bed, she stretched out a small hand and approached Wang Zheng's face. When she was about to touch it, Wang Zheng's right arm suddenly raised and grabbed the small hand quickly.
The next moment, Wang Zheng opened his eyes, and confusion flashed across his eyes, showing that he had just woken up.
When he saw the person clearly, he was startled. The actions just now were all spontaneous reactions of the body's instincts. He had used all his strength. You must know that Wang Zheng's strength value at this time was a full 20 points, and he was already a normal adult.
Several times more than that, if you really hold it firmly...
Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough and quickly retracted his strength. However, the last remaining strength due to inertia still gave him a headache for the next scene.
Looking at the little girl who ran to the side, holding her little hand and crying loudly, Wang Zheng felt helpless:
"Xiaoqi, didn't I tell you not to come near me when I'm sleeping?"