A system is actually just a reward for sweet potatoes, and it makes people laugh when they say it. But for Li Ji now, this is better than giving anything.

The scarcity of food in the Tang Dynasty is staggering, and only these upper-class nobles can eat well, and ordinary people don't eat what they eat until now. Even so, for ordinary people, being able to eat is a luxury.

The people take food as the sky, as long as the people can eat enough, this can be regarded as a bright king.

Two sweet potatoes, peeled and cut into pieces, put in rice and boiled into a thick pot of porridge.

When Fu Quan was served, the aroma filled the room. This kind of aroma was something that no one had ever smelled, and Fuquan couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Li Ji served two bowls, one bowl for Zhang Wanxi.

"Miss Wanxi, you can taste it."

Despite the enticing scent, Zhang Wanxi still didn't dare to try it easily. Li Ji was already impatient, he scooped out a spoonful with a spoon, and the heat came to his face with the sweet smell of sweet potatoes.

Li Ji couldn't help but close his eyes in satisfaction: "It's so fragrant, I haven't smelled such a delicious aroma for a long time."

The porridge was very hot, and Li Ji was like a groom in the cave room, already impatiently blowing the hot air in the soup spoon.

He opened his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp, the soft glutinous mixture of rice porridge and sweet potatoes, with a hint of sweetness, this is the taste of Li Ji's childhood.

watched Li Ji gobble it up, squeaking from time to time. Zhang Wanxi couldn't help but move, she blew gently, her thin lips and light teeth, and she tasted a small bite.

For people who have never tasted it in this era, although it is just a small bowl of sweet potato porridge, it is tantamount to the delicacies of the mountains and seas.

Zhang Wanxi had a sweet smile on her face, she laughed with two small dimples, and her eyes were very cute.

"Is it delicious?" Li Ji asked.

Zhang Wanxi nodded happily: "It's delicious."

The Tang Dynasty, unlike the Ming and Qing dynasties in later generations, is not a favor to dine with the emperor. And a puppet emperor, then what kind of majesty and grace is there.

Li Ji drank two large bowls, and even Zhang Wanxi ate more than usual. Unexpectedly, a small bowl of sweet potato porridge turned out to be a supreme delicacy.

"Fuquan and promising, you two can also taste the taste of this sweet potato porridge." Li Ji looked at Fuquan, who was constantly swallowing saliva next to him, and greeted the two.

There were still a lot of leftovers in the barrel basin, and Youwei and Fuquan were overjoyed, and the two scrambled to pick up the bowl that Li Ji and Zhang Wanxi ate leftover. It's not too dirty, pour rice porridge and start eating.

"Your Majesty, it's delicious."

"Well, it's delicious."

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Confucian

Kong Lin looked at his son Kong Jie: "Child, you can remember, you must not be rash when you go to Lancheng." Be sure to follow the advice of the Father, do you hear that? ”

Kong Jie is handsome and extraordinary, and Kong Wu is powerful: "Father rest assured, the child remembers."

Kong Lin said again: "Your grandfather, your two uncles, made me the third champion of Confucius, and it became a good story for a while. Your grandfather was a prime minister for two dynasties, and all his life he was jealous and hateful. I don't dare to be selfish about my Datang, my Kong family's life is a Datang person, and death is also a ghost of Datang. Death is not terrible, a man should stand up to the sky, look up to the sky, and bow down to the earth, you can remember. ”

Kong Jie knelt down and kowtowed: "Today's traitorous ministers in the court are in charge, and children should serve the court by themselves, and they dare not forget their father's teachings."

Kong Lin nodded with satisfaction: "Remember one sentence, being in Cao Ying's heart is in Han." If you can become the commander of the left dragon and tiger, it will be a blessing for my Datang. ”

The three brothers of Kongmen are all champions. Kong Wei, the thirteen-year champion of Dazhong. Kong Xuan, the three-year champion of Qianfu. However, the history of Kong is unknown, and his deeds are unknown.

Kong Jie rode out of Luoyang City with three hundred irons, all the way to the southwest.

At this time, it was almost the middle of winter, and Lancheng was actually only a small town, with less than 1,000 households in the town. It was surrounded by an open area, and in the northeast of the town was a man-high reed swing, and Kong Jie's team was hidden inside.

"Boss, when are we going to attack?" Seven or eight miles away from the city, Kong Jie asked with the bolt of his men.

Plugs, not even a surname. He was a wild child who was picked up from the corn field for breakfast, and when he grew up, his adoptive father died in the war, and he joined the army.

The cold weather is always reminiscent of a warm stove and hot shochu. Kong Jie looked at the gloomy sky: "Wait."

The subordinates didn't understand why the ghost weather that was frozen into a dog had to wait, and they rushed in with a bang, maybe they could catch them off guard.

The enemy forces in Lancheng have already built simple defensive measures, and judging from their defenses, they can only be said to be sloppy, and it seems that the other party has not decided to defend to the death.

Although the city of Lancheng is called a city, it does not actually have a city wall. On the other side, Zhao Kuangning's occupation of Lancheng is just a temptation, if Zhu Wen sends someone to fight, he will fight if he has a advantage to take advantage of. If the opponent is strong, then withdraw.

As a buffer zone, the strategic location of Lancheng is not so important. They just placed some horse stakes outside the camp tent and erected lookouts at the four corners of the east, west, north and south.

"Boss, when will you wait?" Tie Zi still couldn't help but ask.

The tall reeds blocked Kong Jie's sparse team of three hundred men, and before leaving, Kong Jie ordered each soldier to bring a scythe.

"Wait until it's time to attack." Kong Jie likes to sell guanzi, this is a way for him to control his subordinates, the more he doesn't say it, the more you look forward to it.

So the bolt stopped asking, and when it was dark, Kong Jie ordered each soldier to cut ten bundles of reeds, each with a hemp rope attached to one end.

Although the soldiers are strange, the boss does not dare to disobey the order.

It was finally dark, and I couldn't see my fingers everywhere.

The soldiers of Zhao Kuangning in Lancheng had another lazy day, the soldiers on the lookout were so cold that they couldn't stop stomping their feet to keep warm, and the patrolling guards walked by outside the tent from time to time, it seemed that tonight was another long Christmas Eve.

Suddenly, there were fires in all directions, countless torches, all over the mountains, and I don't know how many enemies came.

The soldiers at the lookout were so frightened that their trembling hands could not untie the horn of the siren on their waists.

"Woo woo woo~!" The alarm horn was hurried and chaotic, showing the panic in the hearts of the trumpeters.

Garrisoned in Lancheng was Zhan Yunpeng, a lieutenant under Zhao Kuangning, who was so frightened when he heard the first signal that he hurriedly put on his battle armor and rushed out of the camp: "What's the matter!"

"General, the enemy is coming!" The soldier pointed out of the camp with a frightened face.

Zhan Yunpeng didn't care about anything else, and hurriedly climbed onto the lookout, not knowing if he didn't look, and almost scared his soul out of sight.

A few miles away from the whole camp, countless torches were dotted, and the torches stretched all around it and the number could not be counted, and the enemy who came from this posture was not ten thousand, but also eight thousand.

Could it be that Zhu Wen poured out of the nest, and a mere peripheral Lancheng actually made King Liang Xingshi move the crowd.

"Not good!" Zhan Yunpeng shouted: "Hurry to Xiangzhou to inform the king, just say that Zhu Wen's army is pouring into the nest, please make a defense in time."

"So, what do we do then?" The soldier asked, horrified.

Zhan Yunpeng jumped down from the lookout with a rolling belt: "What else can I do, withdraw!"

PS: Push the book "Python Xing", the number of words is not much, but it can be raised.

Thank you for drinking coffee to relieve fatigue.