Before everyone got up, he started his morning exercises, and when it was time for everyone to gamble, he practiced his skills on the tidal flats. Not surprisingly, Hou Ni and Zhang Yudi hit it off, and one old and one young were there every day to study Bolangsha's offense and defense. Everyone only looked at him as a joke before, and gave him the nickname "General Zhang". However, after a few months, even the most playful big blue did not dare to continue to laugh at him. In Dalan's words: "Looking at General Zhang like this every day, it is not true to say that you are not guilty at all." "But guilt can't be told to rest, this is Bolangsha! Everyone hoped that Zhang Yudi would not appear in front of them, so it would always be easier.

Zhu Yue only smiled bitterly, he had been on the Bo for six or seven years, and he never thought that he would still be able to see the scene in the bluestone camp. It's just that there seems to be only one soldier in this battalion. With these two people guarding the tower, Zhu Yue didn't have to worry about it this night. It was dusk, and the sky should have been a very brilliant sunset, but it was raining so heavily today that there was still some light when I walked into the house, and then it was completely dark, and I could only see the rain shining little by little, whipping the ground. The city guards laughed in the darkness, and Da Lan exclaimed, "Good! Let them guard the tower, and let's eat crabs...... What about the pimple, the fire? ”

Wang Yimi walked to the door and looked around, and said softly, "Wait a little longer." Da Lan was stunned for a moment, and then he understood. Originally, it was impossible to see the lighthouse from the barracks, but when the lights were lit, it took about half a meal to burn brightly, and the sky of Bolangsha could be lit up. Da Lan wanted to say that Wang Yimi would worry more than Zhu Yue, but somehow he didn't say it. He had never seen such rain since he arrived in Bolangsha.

Wang Yimi is a very special existence in Bolangsha. Everyone knows that his secret skills are actually very pitiful, but there is an indescribable aura on him, which makes it difficult to resist his intuition that those beasts generally have no reason, even when Zhu Yue sails out to sea, he will inevitably look at Wang Yimi's face. It was so dark that Da Lan couldn't see Wang Yimi's expression, but he was a little drumming in his heart, and several soldiers were silent, and looked at Bo with their heads probed. In the confused rainy night, Bolangsha was an incomparably huge black shadow, swallowing everyone's sight, even the sky on the side of Boding did not leak.

"Bo" is a terrain unique to the mouth of the Bad Water River. This stretch of coast in Wanzhou is as rugged and bumpy as jagged. The mouth of the Bad Water River is about fifty miles wide, and it is surrounded by high mountains on both sides. The Huangyangling Mountains in the north and the Nandushan Mountains in the south all stretch to the sea. The small section of the tongue of the mountain range deep into the sea is called Bo. The water is quite high, slender and long, and the place close to the landing mountain is particularly eroded by the waves, like the mouth of a sack that has suddenly closed. Bolangsha is a tongue sticking out of the southern twilight mountain, named because a large group of white petrels live in Bo. Bolangsha is only twelve or thirteen miles away from the mouth of the Bad Water River. The water depth of the bad water river, the Yanshan ferry outside the bluestone city can stop the big boat, and the bluestone is on the throat of Zhongwan traffic, although the water transport is not prosperous, but it also has a history. If it weren't for the fact that the water situation at the mouth of the Bad Water River was too complicated, it would probably have been renamed Yanshan Port early on.

Originally, it was the ability of the boat boss to walk the mouth of the bad water river, and if he could walk the channel of the bad water river, there would be no place in the three seas that he could not go - until the lighthouse of Da Meng Tsui was built. Legend has it that the lighthouse was built by a shipwreck many years ago, and the location was cleverly chosen: if the ship coming from the south had to open against the lighthouse, it would not hit the reef, and it would naturally be sent to the main channel of the mouth of the Bad Water River by the undercurrent before it reached the big mouth. When the lighthouse was first built, it wasn't what it is now, but it was just a bonfire surrounded by a few stones. After the death of the boat boss, the fishermen in Da Mengzui took care of it one by one, sometimes lighting the lamp, sometimes it was gone. It's worse than nothing at all, and no one knows when the lights will be going to be except for the people who are slamming off. I don't know how long it took to do this, but one day, someone from Bluestone City came to take over the lighthouse. The merchants have the intention to make the shipping from Huai'an to Qingshi serious, and they are quite willing to spend the capital, so a five-foot seven-foot white stone tower was erected on the Bolang sand, and two huts where the tower keepers lived were also built under the tower.

The tower was lonely, Bolangsha was really remote, and the people hired by the Chamber of Commerce also fled one by one, and when Xiao Qianxia became the city lord, he simply sent troops. However, in recent years, the north has been turbulent, and the land route from Qingshi to Zhongzhou is open and closed, and the boat runs all the way up to Yunmo Quanming, and it is rare to see a boat that goes to the bad water river. The city guards who guarded Bo joked, most of the city lords had forgotten about the big Bolangsha, why don't they send someone to guard a useless lighthouse? The iron-clad battalion is a flowing soldier, and I don't know how many rounds of city guards have lived in the three thatched houses under Bo. The history of Bolangsa is the first lesson of every castle guard after their arrival. The story has been passed down from generation to generation, and when it reaches Zhu Yue's mouth, I don't know how much water is mixed in. "Is that what happened to the old man back then?" Da Lan asked when he heard the story.

Zhu Yue scratched his scalp: "When the old man came, Boxia's barracks had been built for a long time. "The terrain is long and narrow, and the wind blows all night long, so that the sound of a whistle can be heard in people's ears. Bo itself is slightly curved, with a good beach at the foot of the cliff to the south, and the wind is also blocked by the towering cliff. The city guards finally built the barracks against the cliff to the beach, where they could shelter from the wind and grow some vegetables and fruits to raise some chickens and ducks. With such a strong wind, even the grass can't grow a foot long. Today's lighthouses are not as casual as the ship's boss used to burn two wildfires: the finest blubber is in a copper basin; The silver-plated bronze mirror encloses a semicircle, more than half a man high;

The arm-thick twist is twisted with the stem of the anemone flower produced in the town, and it burns more slowly, but when the flower stem is charcoaled, it emits a pure white dazzling light, which can be seen seven or eight miles away on a foggy day. If it's a sunny day, even the entire Bolang sand is a white light, today's rain is deep and the clouds are deep, but the lights are enough, at least it can illuminate the clouds overhead. "It's lit up!" Lao Jiu pointed at Bo and shouted. Sure enough, the sky above Bo was gradually brightening, and the rolling clouds were illuminated by the lighthouse, and even the surging veins could be seen clearly, and the gray raindrops fell from the sky, like feathered arrows.

Da Lan breathed a sigh of relief: "I said it! There won't be a problem. Pimples can scare people. He looked at the black room and shouted, "It's light!" It's so dark that you can't see anything......" Before he finished speaking, the room suddenly brightened, and Wang Yimi walked into the stove with the dancing flame, the hood on the cloak drooped to the side, and the hideous face looked warm and smooth in the firelight. The city guards watched him calmly flash into the stove, and were speechless as if they were stupid. After a while, Da Lan smacked his lips: "The pimple is so beautiful, I can't get tired of watching it so many times." Liu Butong smiled: "I don't get tired of saying it so many times, do you have a fresh one?" With his sleeves rolled up, he walked to the stove.

There are many famous seafood restaurants in Huai'an City, each with its own famous dishes, and the cooking method is naturally not a secret. But let's be honest, where does fresh seafood need any complicated cooking? The fish and crabs that have just come out of the water are washed and thrown into the boiling water cauldron, steamed or boiled, as long as the heat is well handled, it is the supreme deliciousness. Boiling crab has always been the duty of Liu Butong. He usually doesn't even bother to wash his face when he gets up, but he is most willing to work fishing and boiling crabs. When I first bought the sampan, in order to learn the skills of the fisherman's cooking, Liu Butong was able to walk several miles every day for a month to find a fisherman's apprenticeship.

At this time, there was a huge grass basket on the table, red and bright and shiny, all of which were good blue crabs, and the pieces of clotted paste with white flowers under the abdomen were not scattered, broken or overflowing, and it was just right, it was Liu Butong's craftsmanship. The oil lamps in the house were lit. The blubber of Bolangsha was sent by the soldiers of Bluestone, and it could only be used for the lighthouse, so the city guards could only use their own salary to buy some soybean oil for the soldiers to make vegetables and light the lamps. Over the years, I have never heard of anyone daring to steal blubber. The lights in the barracks are just illuminating, and the lights on Bo are about human life. Although there are few ships in these years, who knows when a boat will emerge from the sea fog?

The soybean oil lamp is smoky and dim. Da Lan complained to the old wine: "You poor sour, the wick should also be saved." The old wine snorted disdainfully and responded, "What do you know? We only have half a jar of soybean oil left. This time, the soldiers were half a month late, and I don't know if they will come, if the old men in Bluestone City forget about us, they won't even be able to see this wick at night in the future. "Coming always comes." Zhu Yue sighed, it is common for Bluestone City to delay the food and salary of the city guards, but this time it looks a little strange, "But Xiaogu is right, we can save a little." Seeing that the rainy season is coming, it is not easy for the soldiers to go, and it is really delayed if it is not good. ”

"Yes...... "The old wine dragged out his voice and said, "If you don't send it on a sunny day, it's raining, isn't it even more delayed?" "But but," the big blue bird's egg-sized eyes rolled, "why did you say it took so long this time?" Is there a real war? "The last time the soldiers came, they said that there might be a war, and three of the six armies left Bluestone City to the north. But the soldier was a fool, and he didn't know anything if he asked any more. It was Zhang Yudi who asked left and right, and only then did he inquire about it. It turned out that it was Jieno, the king of Jiuyuan City, who sent a letter to the Huai'an Chamber of Commerce, borrowing the name of the apocalypse to host Wanzhou. King Xie's heart was big, and he didn't wait for Huai'an's reply, so he sent a team of envoys to list a long list of rents.

The merchants were making a noise, and when they saw the list, they immediately blew up the camp. Not to mention asking for money and food, the king of Shang also asked Wanzhou to draw one out of ten to serve in the Xiejun army. It is really troublesome to ask for people, and King Xie's heart is already known to passers-by in the world, and being a soldier for him is naturally to conquer the Eastern Continent, and his life is hanging on the head of the knife; What's more, the political system of Wanzhou is different from the other three states in the Eastern Continent, in fact, it is under the jurisdiction of the Chamber of Commerce, and there has always been no such thing as servants. The Shang State was not as big as Wanzhou, and every year it sent tens of thousands of dollars to the Shang King, which was tantamount to annexing Wanzhou, how could the Chamber of Commerce agree? This time, the king of Shang will inevitably raise troops to the south. Bluestone City is the gateway to Wanzhou, and the Shang King went south, and the battle of Bluestone was inevitable.

It is because of the special geography that the Chamber of Commerce is not completely in charge of the Chamber of Commerce in Qingshi City, and the Xiao clan is the hereditary city lord and the only military town in Wanzhou. It's just that the country of Xie is a wild and wild place in the mountains, and the Xie army is incomparable, and it crosses the Leiyan Mountain in one year to break the two countries of the real business, claiming to have 200,000 male soldiers in the world. Although Xiao Qianxia claims to be a soldier in the southwest, how can he withstand the murderous Xie's army? "It's really spitting shit in three sentences!" Lao Jiu scolded Da Lan, "It's been hundreds of years, who dares to fight Wanzhou's idea?" "It's been hundreds of years, and there are no troubled times like now!" Zhu Yue shook his head, "The King of Shang can ignore the apocalypse and annex the real Shang, why can't he fight Wanzhou's idea?" ”

This truth couldn't be simpler, it's just that Wanzhou has been peaceful for hundreds of years, and has always relied on the contradictions between wealth and princes to stay out of the war, and it is too difficult for Wanzhou people to suddenly accept the war. Thinking of the battle, the faces of the city guards sank. "Bluestone fighting?" Liu Butong walked out of the stove with the cauldron, "Who will send us food and salary in the Qingshi war?" "If Qingshi fights, what kind of food do you expect?! Let's worry about my head first. Zhu Yue said angrily, "Don't guess, peel crabs and peel crabs!" ”

"Can Qingshi fight and fight to Bolangsha?" Liu Butong muttered unconvinced, and his subordinates didn't stop, picking up a big crab. The city guards' eyes were brighter than the lamps, and they sat around the big table with bated breath, staring at Liu Butong peeling crabs in unison. There was a soft "click", and the fat blue crab was broken into two pieces by Liu Butong, and he squinted and held the crab under the oil lamp for a while, and the intoxicating crab fragrance flowed out of the white and smooth crab meat, causing everyone's stomach to gurgle. Liu Butong sighed and said with a little regret: "The fire is still a little bigger." "Can I eat it?" Big Blue couldn't hold it back. "It's okay to eat...... Liu Butong only said half a sentence, and before he could continue to express his opinion, he saw his hands reaching out to the straw basket in front of him. He was stunned for a moment, shook his head, and without saying much, brought the crab shell full of red paste to his mouth.

After eating the sixth crab, Da Lan's speed finally slowed down. He picked up a pebble and began to deal with the dozen or so crab claws stacked in front of him. At first, he felt that the crab paste and crab belly were enjoyable, and at this time, he felt that the crab claws were more delicate.

"Poof", the crab claws that were half a fist thick cracked in response, and Da Lan burped in satisfaction, raised his glass and took a sip of the bad wine brewed by the city guards. He squinted at Zhu Yue beside him, and the deputy lieutenant of the city guard stared at the blue crab, seemingly a little sluggish.