A group of people sat around the stove, leaving only one opening, which was the cook's seat.

Qian Yuan was very busy with the simple wooden shovel, glaring at the two knives and Yang Wen who were smiling dryly from time to time, these two goods were the most fierce before, don't even think about this pot!

After thinking about it, Qian Yuan took out a small cloth bag from his arms, opened it carefully, and threw seven or eight dried chili peppers into the pot.

"Ahem." Mrs. Washi calmly introduced to Lin Maoju, the prefect of Suzhou, who had just arrived...... Introduce Qian Yuan, a righteous man.

"Under the knife and gun, life is in danger, not to mention these!" Lin Maoju, who fell down the mountain twice, still had dirt stains on his face, "This is robbing the people, and this official will definitely join you!" ”

Mrs. Washi took a deep breath and turned her head to look at the two knives, "Zhong Nan, you come on." ”

"This ......" The two knives wandered their gaze, and Leng Buding collided with Qian Yuan's funny eyes, "Hehe, Mr. Qian is helping...... Help......"

Scooping a spoonful of water into the pot, Qian Yuan straightened up, and said in a weird way: "It's a big wrong, this kind of busy...... If you don't want to help, you have to help! ”

"Sure enough!" Lin Maoju was in high spirits, "If you talk carefully, the official will make the decision for you." ”

"If you want to take care of it, I'm willing!"

"The ...... of the prefect of Suzhou"

"The prefect of Suzhou can't control me!"

"You know how to eat!" Qian Yuan kicked two knives and kicked them, "Smoke a few firewoods and go out, you have to boil it on a low fire to be delicious!" ”

Lin Mao's face was a little dark, Wu Baipeng on the side covered his mouth with his hand and tilted his head to smile, and Mrs. Wa nodded and knew that this level was over.

"Oh, the prefect of Suzhou?" Qian Yuan frowned and thought about it, "It seems to be the Lin family of Min County, Fujian, the descendant of the Duke of Quanshan?" ”

Qian Yuan had traveled in his previous life, Lin Pu Lin in Minxian County, a famous person, seven branches and eight jinshi, three generations of five scholars, three national teachers and three sacrificial wines, and five transmissions and ten muzhou.

But Suzhou Mansion is next to Songjiang Mansion, and Qian Yuan is very concerned about the transfer of nearby officials, how can he not know...... This is a slap in the face, he doesn't have a good impression of this guy at all, and he's very stupid.

Lin Maoju's face was even darker, although he was from Min County, he had nothing to do with Lin Pulin's family.

"Oh, I misunderstood." Qian Yuan shrugged indifferently, "This is busy...... If you don't want to help, you have to help. ”

"Robbers came to the house, and I was alone with a stick...... I really can't beat it, and the neighbor comes to help with a kitchen knife, okay, at least let him eat enough to fight the robbers, right? ”

"It's not just about feeding him." Qian Yuan squinted at Lin Maoju, "You have to have good wine and meat, so I can't say that I have to pay some silver to buy some thank-you gifts." ”

"You know what!" Lin Mao raised his eyes and stared, "The local soldiers do not obey the indoctrination and plunder the people, can you afford this responsibility?!" ”

"Okay, don't smoke it, these firewood are just right." Qian Yuan kicked the two knives that were squatting there, "What did you rob?" ”

The second knife straightened up and snorted coldly, "If you really grab it, as for still being hungry?" ”

"Thousands of soldiers have trekked thousands of miles across the eighteen prefectures, and the Lin Governor's Mansion wants them to go hungry to kill the widows?" Qian Yuan pursed his lips, "Governor Lin is also not small...... Why don't you summon the Rokko Divine Soldier to help. ”

Everyone else had the same complexion as usual, but Lin Maoju and Wu Baipeng's faces changed, and the Liujia Divine Soldier ...... They immediately remembered Guo Jing, the Taoist priest of Jingkang's shame.

"Hey, you've been hungry since Yangzhou?" Qian Yuan stabbed two knives, "It's quite capable of carrying it." ”

The second knife glanced at the old lady Wa, lowered his head and said nothing.

"That's yours, isn't it!" Qian Yuan sighed, "Ma is good at being ridden, and people are good at being bullied...... Your reputation is ruined, so you just let it go and grab it! ”

"This son is cautious." Wu Baipeng snorted.

"Don't get me wrong, it's not robbing the people." Qian Yuan squatted down and lifted the lid and sniffed it, well, the chili pepper really worked, "Rob that Suzhou prefect to the bottom...... I guess you're ...... Hey, how many people came? ”

"Four thousand."

"4,000 people can last for a month or two." Qian Yuan smiled at Lin Maoju, "It's me...... led the troops to block the gate of Suzhou Mansion, and he had to destroy his home to help the army fight against the Japanese, maybe the people would give him a tablet. ”

Wu Baipeng rolled his eyes, it was all nonsense, but at least one thing was right, even if the wolf soldiers were not allowed to enter Suzhou Mansion, supplies should be sent.

There was a sudden cheer in the distance, and everyone turned to see that four or five more boats were leaning against the shore, and the grain loaded on them was piled high.

It should have been bumping into this group of wolf soldiers on the road, and as a result, he not only turned enemies into friends, but also transported a large amount of food, which is not something ordinary people can do, Wu Baipeng became more and more curious, and carefully looked at Qian Yuan, who only paid attention to the pot of meat, "I don't know if the son is ......"

Qian Yuan sprinkled some salt into the pot, picked up the chopsticks and tried it, shook his head and sprinkled some more, then covered the pot, and ignored Wu Baipeng's question at all.

Mrs. Wa glanced at the embarrassed Wu Baipeng, and said, "Ahem, this is Wu Baipeng, the governor of Zhejiang." ”

Well, I misunderstood, this is not an official of Suzhou Prefecture...... Qian Yuan laughed dryly, got up and tidied up his somewhat messy clothes, and saluted: "The fireworks on the embankment are connected to Sui Yuan, and the high base is full of wind and clouds. In June, the third division was worried about the horses, and the lonely city was fighting Hongping. ”

"I've heard the name of Yaoshan Gong for a long time, and it's rude to be suitable."

"Haha." Wu Baipeng laughed and said: "That's Brother Boyu's false reward, I'm really ashamed." ”

"Yangzhou City is thanks to Duke Wu to be able to turn danger into disaster, how can you not be!"

Brother Boyu refers to Wang Daokun, who wrote this poem that spread all over the country after Wu Baipeng defeated the Japanese in Yangzhou City.

Wang Daokun is also a big man, and later became the left servant of the military department, who was Tan Lun's right and left hand, and once served as the governor of Fujian, and cooperated with Qi Jiguang to fight against the Japanese.

Well, Wu Baipeng and Wang Daokun are the same year, and they are also Jinshi in the twenty-sixth year of Jiajing, there are too many fierce people in this department!

Wu Baipeng was about to ask about the origin of this young man, when he suddenly smelled a burning smell.

"Oops!" Qian Yuan hurriedly kicked the firewood away with a few kicks, lifted the lid of the pot, and picked up the spatula, "It's okay, it's okay, it's not too scorched!" ”

The wolf soldiers didn't bring anything else, but they brought a lot of pots and pans, and Qian Yuan personally divided the meat.

Old Lady Wa and Wu Baipeng were the most, Qian Yuan was second, and there were a lot left, and Qian Yuan gave them to the guards who had been waiting for a long time.

Yang Wen and the two knives were holding bowls like two people asking for food, Qian Yuan walked in front of them indifferently and picked up the chopsticks, "Don't look at it, you two don't have it." ”

"Ahem, ahem." Old Lady Wa coughed vigorously twice, and finally had to give the second knife a look.

"What?" Qian Yuan looked up in surprise, "Oh, oh, Governor Lin is still hungry." ”

Stretching his neck to look, Qian Yuan smiled and said, "There are still a few pieces at the bottom of the pot...... It's just a little scorched...... If you don't eat, you won't eat, what a tantrum! ”

Looking at Lin Maoju, who was leaving with a pale face, Wu Baipeng looked at the unshapely pieces of burnt meat at the bottom of the pot, and couldn't help but look at Qian Yuan again, this young man's mouth is really unforgiving.

The second knife is a little uneasy, in his concept, civil officials are the best at making bad things behind their backs.

"What's wrong?" Yang Wen, who was bored, was still looking at his companions who were eating so happily, and looked back, "It's okay, young master, this is ...... In his words, it's just a routine operation. ”