After the fire battalion brought back the yellow and clear corn, the whole camp was in a sensation.

From the White Feather Army, the Iron Bone Army to the other Fire Gun Battalions, they all rushed over to get a piece of the pie. According to the military system of the Xia State, the materials captured by the battalion alone can be kept by themselves. However, the marching soldier Sima, who was in charge of the baggage rationing, believed that the fire battalion only confronted the Zhenguo army and did not fight, so it could not be regarded as captured. So Wu Jie personally agreed, and divided the 300 stone millet equally among the battalions, 20,000 troops, from the general to the fire gunner, and each person only got one liter of five-fold corn. Wang Qizhi argued with reason, and the marching Sima Fang won a special treatment of three liters per person for the eighth battalion of the fire gun. More than twice as much as General Wang. Rao is like this, and there are some complaints among the sergeants and officers, and some complain that the marching division has turned a blind eye and confronted the Zhenguo army, and this grain can be regarded as captured on the battlefield of the eighth battalion. Some regretted not having a small conflict with the Zhenguo Army, and confirmed the qualification of "battlefield capture". Of course, Delong Wangshu's complaints were only limited to the officers and sergeants, and the firecrackers below were all smiling.

Inside and outside the West City Gate, there are soldiers burying pots and cooking everywhere. The unique scent of millet permeates the camp.

"What about boiling porridge and drinking? Still steamed yellow buns? Bao Qizhang picked up a handful of millet, sniffed it on his nose, held his hair and said sadly, and made an excellent note to the so-called "happy troubles".

Guo Hong said with a smile: "Brother Bao's craftsmanship, how to do it is good." He handed over the bag of rice he had received to Bao Qizhang, "You have to make a effort to find me." He took out a crumpled earth star map from his baggage and looked at it, and Bao Qizhang smiled and nodded. This old brother was only literate after the army. General Zhao not only taught people to read and write in the Huoqi Army, but also taught the art of observing the heavens and the earth. Bao Qizhang has been digging in the soil for his life in this life, but the younger Guo Hong has different plans for the future.

The territory of Great Xia is boundless, and there are only rough maps of northern Xinjiang, Hezhong, and even some places in Guanzhong and Shuzhong. In order to distribute land to the shade, search for mineral deposits, determine the borders, and facilitate the dispatch of troops, the Prime Minister's Office divided the vast border into hundreds or thousands of parts, and hired people from the private sector who had mastered the art of observing the heavens and the earth to draw detailed maps.

Surveying the sky and the earth is an extremely hard job, and the maps that need to be drawn are often in inaccessible and inhospitable places. But the pay is also extremely generous. In the sparsely populated northern Xinjiang, the prime minister's office and the state government even directly paid large tracts of land to those who drew maps. The right to proceed from the mineral deposits also goes to the first person to indicate the latitude and longitude. After Zhao De taught the method of observing the heavens and the earth in the Fire Gun Army, Guo Hong became obsessed with this profession. Guo Hong is not very literate, and ten big food numbers are no problem. He told Bao Qizhang that after retiring, don't give land, use the money to buy a good horse, and be a sky-watcher with a leather bag.

"Okay, take half of it to make yellow buns, and half to boil porridge and drink." Bao Qizhang said with a smile, "When your brother receives the field, come here, millet, white noodles are as good as you want." Your sister-in-law's craftsmanship is much better than that of your brother. Guo Hong raised his head and grinned, and then lowered his head to remember the crooked eclipse numbers.

In the camp of the White Feather Army, the sergeants have long been accustomed to eating meat and milk, and their love for corn is not as strong as that of the firecracker, but it is also a happy thing to be able to eat Central Plains millet in Xiangyang City, which is thousands of miles away from Guanzhong. Most of the sergeants came from well-off families, and regarded a meal of pasta as a boring concoction in the march and battle. The battalions marched from cavalry and archery, held the lance, swordsmanship, and even arranged food, all of which did not give in to each other. In the camp, someone brought a hammer from the blacksmith shop in the firearms camp, washed the large stone trough for feeding the horses, put the kneaded dough inside, and a bunch of people took turns to smash the dough with the hammer, which is said to make the noodles extremely strong, which is the unique secret skill of a certain Guanzhong noodle restaurant. The others laughed as they fed the horses, and there was no sign of the nervousness of going south to fight soon.

"The second battalion makes ramen, the third battalion is the noodles, and the fourth battalion makes the noodles," the marching Sima Zhanyuan asked like a few treasures, "The fifth battalion makes scones, the sixth battalion pulls noodles, the seventh battalion makes trouser belt noodles, the eighth battalion makes oil noodles, and the ninth battalion makes steamed cakes. ”

"I'm not afraid of them," Yang Ren said with a smile, "Come out with me." ”

"Okay." Zhan Yuan said with a smile. He didn't know what the lieutenant had come up with. Captain Yang is extremely old in the army and has a very high prestige, and Wu Jie also salutes him for three points. The battalion is supported by Captain Yang, so as long as it doesn't cause a big mess, there is no problem. And when Yang Ren was not in the camp, the sergeants had to be more careful.

Soon a dozen cavalrymen gathered together, and several large bags were tied behind the saddles of the pro-soldiers. "Soybeans." Looking at the puzzled look in Zhanyuan's eyes, Yang Ren replied with a smile, "I went into the city in the morning, and I heard that there is a tofu workshop in the west of the city, let's go get a tofu meal." He patted his stomach. Tofu is common in Guanzhong Shuzhong. The cavalry marched and fought, mostly in the desert and wilderness, casually nibbling on dried meat, milk cakes, chewing some fried rice noodles to satisfy hunger, and at most lighting a fire to make a miscellaneous soup. The soybeans brought by the army are the fodder for the military horses.

"Okay," Zhan Yuan licked his lips and smiled, "It's been a long time since I've eaten tofu." ”

Yang Ren laughed, lifted the reins of the horse, led the way in front first, and more than a dozen cavalry followed behind, galloping towards Xiangyang City in a column.

The guards of the fire battalion guarding the city inspected the captain's gold waist plate, respectfully removed the antlers outside the city gate, and let the cavalry into the city. The sound of the horses' hooves was particularly crisp and loud on the stone pavement.

Outside, the horses' hooves were chaotic and there was quite a lot of movement. Zhou Twentyniang closed the door of the tofu shop early, tied her skirt around her waist, sat on the threshold, leaned her head against the door panel weakly, and sighed lamentingly. This damn world! The tofu shop has no business for a day. On this hot day, the tofu made last night will soon be spoiled, and it can only be sold to others. Zhou Twenty Niang used to be called Wang Zhou, husband

Wang Tofu died early, but the husband's family was reluctant to give a bride price and wanted Wang Tofu's younger brother to marry a widowed sister-in-law. But Zhou Twentyniang was unwilling, and moved out of the Wang family with her two children to restore her mother's surname. A widow relies on this tofu shop to pull her children, and her small business can't afford such a toss.

"These GIs, if they are killed in battle, forget it."

Zhou Twenty Niang was thinking viciously, the door panel on the pillow suddenly "banged", the back of her head was shaken and hurt, it seemed that those killing gods on horseback came to the door, what did they want to do? "Mother-" Not far behind her, the older daughter hugged her younger brother, her eyes full of fear and panic. Zhou Twenty Niang instinctively jumped up, clenched her hands tightly, biting her lip with her teeth, like a hen protecting her chicks, and she didn't know what to do.

"Boss, open the door!" The voice calling the door was full of energy, "Big business is coming!" ”

"It's closed today, no business." Zhou Twenty Niang rushed out. She looked back with some regret, on the wide table, board by plate of tofu, the tofu she ordered was white and tender, and the business was also the best in the neighborhood, at least five or six boards were made every day, and they were often bought out in the afternoon.

The voice outside was stagnant, and then he said, "It doesn't matter if you don't do it, let's borrow the guy who makes tofu in your store to use it." Boss, open the door. After saying that, he knocked on the door again. The person who knocked on the door had a very loud voice and strength, he thought he was ordinary, but Zhou Twentyniang felt as if he was slamming the door in his ears. The neighbors all looked out carefully through the crack in the door, but no one dared to come out, not even the pig killer who usually coveted tofu Shih Tzu. Dozens of sergeants with big shoulders and round waists led the war horses, almost surrounding the façade of the entire tofu factory, and the movement of pounding the door seemed to be thunder.

"That's it, disaster is coming, and I can't hide from it." Zhou Twentyniang thought angrily: ", I'm about to break the door panel." ”

The door opened, and a woman in a thorn hairpin cloth skirt stood at the door, Yang Ren was stunned, looked over her thin shoulders, and saw two children.

"There are no men in this house?" Yang Ren regretted it a little, his eyes fell on Zhou Twentyniang again, and said with a smile, "Boss lady, I'm waiting for a sergeant passing by, borrow the utensils from your workshop to make some tofu." With that, he pointed to the bulging pocket behind the saddle.

Yang Ren's kindness made Zhou Twentyniang a little uncomfortable, she held the corner of her skirt with her fingers, bowed her head and said, "There are still some in the shop, how much does the military master want?" Yang Ren also saw the wooden grid and tofu in the store, and said with a smile: "We bought all of these." However, there are a lot of brothers in my camp, and there are other gluttonous guys, this bit of tofu is not enough, boss, we brought our own soybeans, let's borrow your utensils for the time being. As he spoke, without waiting for Zhou Twenty Niang to agree, he patted the face of the war horse and let it wait outside the store by itself. The accompanying sergeant also smiled and squeezed into the shop, leaving only two people to sit outside the threshold and watch the horses.

"Keep the door open." Yang Ren instructed, looked around the tofu workshop, and nodded with satisfaction.

This tofu shop is similar to the Chang'an street restaurant, with a storefront in front and a place to make tofu in the back. "A certain family also runs a tofu shop in Chang'an, has the proprietress heard of Chang'an?" Zhou Twentyniang nodded a little dazedly, Yang Ren smiled apologetically, tied the hem of the military robe around his waist, and beckoned a few sergeants to bring over the soybeans that had been soaked for four hours, and in pairs, while pouring the soybeans into the stone, while pushing the stone mill. This is usually used by this stone mill Zhou Twenty Niang to get tired of back pain, but in the hands of Yang Ren and a few other big men, it is as light as a docile little donkey. The white soybean milk juice quickly flowed out. Yang Ren instructed the sergeants to grind and make a fire to boil the juice, and finally asked Zhou Twentyniang for brine and tofu.

Zhou Twenty Niang could hardly intervene, only holding her two children and standing aside. Several times more steam than usual filled the entire tofu workshop, and more than a dozen big figures were busy in it, and her eyes were even more complicated.