After cleaning up, Yang Huairen did not immediately help Lan Ruoxin lift her pants, which were already covered with blood, but gently covered her wound with another piece of cloth. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Don't cover your wounds...... I'll get you something to eat, and I'll be back in a minute. ”

Standing up, just about to leave, he suddenly remembered something in his heart, turned around and bowed down, and gently patted Lan Ruoxin's head twice, before turning around and lifting the curtain and leaving.

Listening to Yang Huairen's footsteps fading away, Lan Ruoxin raised her head and touched the newly wrapped wound with her hand, and her heart seemed to be sweet like a flower.

The leaders of the border army began to bury the pot and make rice, just like Yang Huairen thought, there was only rice, and there was no food to eat.

In the northwest, there is a lack of fruits and vegetables that can supplement the vitamins of the soldiers, which is no way to do it, and the so-called gang leaders are not professional cooks, but some elderly veterans who can cook a little food.

The cattle and sheep sent by the shopkeeper, the yaks, they did not slaughter, but only killed a few sheep, divided them into several large pots and boiled, without any fragrance, only added some large grains of yellowish coarse salt.

Yang Huairen looked at them and gave the soldiers who had fought bravely for a day, and the soldiers who were already tired and hungry ate such food, and his heart felt unspeakably sour.

Yang Huairen approached, identified himself, and wanted to take over their work. The leaders of the gang looked at him in a daze, but they didn't dare to disobey the order of a waiting master, so they had to hide aside with a bitter face.

Yang Huairen inspected the conditions of the open-air kitchen, and shook his head helplessly, the conditions are really poor, whether it is the tools that should be available, or the seasonings, they are all incomplete, and it is no wonder that the veterans who cook can only make shoddy dishes.

Yang Shihu pacified the wounded soldiers and personally came to the Huotou camp to urge them to hurry up and make food, but saw Yang Huairen, who had taken off his clothes and armor, with an apron wrapped around his waist, and commanded the people on his ranch to kill sheep and cattle.

He wanted to go up and stop it, but after thinking about it, the mutton that Yang Hou Ye barbecued in the ranch last time was indeed a bit delicious, and now since Hou Ye wants to cook himself, it is better to let him be.

Yang Shihu is a real person, he doesn't pay so much attention to it, whether it is leading soldiers or fighting, he is the first soldier, eating and living, and he is also with his soldiers, and he has never been special, so he also likes Yang Huairen who is a little similar to him in personality from the bottom of his heart.

Without saying hello or talking, Yang Shihu naturally approached Yang Huairen's side, smiled at him, and began to help slaughter sheep.

When those gang leaders saw that a marquis and a general had taken matters into their own hands, they didn't look at it with a shy face, and they also began to help.

According to the usual diet ration of the soldiers, a few sheep slaughtered by the leaders were enough, although they were distributed to each soldier, and they could not eat a few pieces of meat, but at least there was oil and water, and it was good to eat enough, and no one complained about the taste.

But today is different, Yang Huairen feels that the soldiers have fought hard for a day, and they must not only eat enough for dinner, but also eat well.

What he can do on the battlefield is too limited, and after the battle, let the tired soldiers eat a good meal, in addition to satisfying his needs for psychological contribution, it can also be regarded as a reward for the soldiers to kill the enemy bravely.

In fact, in Tongyuan County, there are many Hu merchants who sell spices to the Central Plains, and there is no shortage of spices of all kinds.

Ten yaks and thirty sheep are slaughtered, skinned, cut into large pieces, and then thrown into a boiling cauldron to stew first.

The salt in the barracks is the mineral salt produced in Hezhou, Qinfeng Road in the west, and the salinity and purity are not as high as the sea salt used in the Central Plains.

The kung fu of the gang leaders is still good, and more than a dozen cauldrons are stacked as high as one person, and all the steamed cakes are fine noodles.

The people who were sent to buy spices were also good at riding, and they came back panting in an hour, and the beef and mutton in the cauldron were almost cooked, although they were not very bad, but the soldiers were really hungry and could not wait any longer.

The big pot of boiling meat was added with salt and various spices in a good ratio, and Yang Huairen tasted the taste, and then showed a smiling face.

After cooking for another moment, Yang Huairen wiped his sweat with his apron and happily announced the start of the meal.

The aroma of boiled meat had already permeated the Qingping Pass, and the exhausted sergeants smelled it, broke free from the numbness and fatigue after the battle, picked up their large pottery bowls, and followed the aroma in groups in the direction of the kitchen.

They craned their necks to look at the dozens of cauldrons steaming and meaty, sucking greedily with their noses, and raised their hands to wipe the few drops of saliva that leaked from the corners of their mouths.

Yang Huairen commanded the leaders of the gang and the people, first put the best meat, soup and freshly released cooking cakes, and sent them to the wounded soldiers, and then a few large wooden barrels of meat and soup to the brothers who were still on duty on the city wall.

The soldiers gathered around the kitchen did not complain, and consciously made way for the people who delivered the food.

No one scrambled, everyone consciously supported each other, and the meal was served in the order of first come, first served.

Yang Huairen and Yang Shihu disregarded their own fatigue, and personally picked up a large wooden ladle to scoop the meat for the soldiers, and scooped a piece of beef or mutton larger than a fist into their large pottery bowls, and the broth was also as full as possible until it was about to overflow, and Yang Huairen was reluctant to stop.

He said over and over again to the soldiers with innocent smiles on their faces, "The meat tube is enough, but it's not enough to come back and scoop it again." ”

The soldiers also nodded gratefully, and smiled at Yang Huairen in return.

Looking at their appearance, thinking that two hours ago, they were still fighting bloody on the city wall, Yang Huairen didn't know how to describe his mood at that moment.

Some of these grassroots soldiers are not as old as him, but they have endless vicissitudes on their faces, but they just get a meal that is not so rich, they temporarily forget the hardships of the day, forget the hunger and the exhaustion and pain just now, and express their most sincere gratitude with a smile.

They are satisfied, even if it is only a meal that is not rich, but it is already a long time late.

Recalling later generations, when Yang Huairen read "The Loveliest Man" in his Chinese textbook when he was a child, his young mind couldn't understand it at all, but now, just at that moment, he suddenly understood.

Uncontrollably, Yang Huairen's eyes moistened again, but he didn't care, he was proud of this day's experience and these loveliest men.