Chapter 6: Where is Zhang Dadou?

Zhang Dou's words attracted Qin Shi's attention, he felt that the mutton in this restaurant tasted already very good, how could it be unusual?

"Big brother can still make mutton?" Qin Shi said with a big tongue.

"This mutton! When stewing, you need one of the most important accessories, and this store doesn't put it, of course, it's not ordinary. Zhang Dou said lightly.

The secret of lamb stew is worthless, mutton has a foul smell and is difficult to remove. And Zhang Dou learned from his Hui comrades-in-arms the way to get rid of the smell~~ is to add a piece of pine stick when stewing mutton.

That's right! You read that right! What is added is pine sticks, preferably freshly chopped, and the bark does not need to be removed, just stew it in the pot with the mutton.

"What a good thing the eldest brother just said! It's better to choose a day than to hit the day, wait for us to buy a few sheep, go to the little brother to stew and continue to eat. ”

Buying sheep? Is there still a mule and horse market in Liaoyang?

After a while, Qin Shi began to complain to Zhang Dou. "Big brother, you don't know! The younger brother just wanted to test the eldest brother's courage at that time. Who knows that the eldest brother is not only courageous, but even his teeth are three points harder than my treasure knife. Have pity on my sword! It was a gift for my 15th birthday! It's a pity that a verse is missing! Pity!! ”

Some people say that men who drink too much are like children, babbling and clingy, referred to as drunkenness!! At this time, Qin Shi was in such a state, he had already drunk too much, and he actually began to feel sad for his treasure knife.

Zhang Dou's head was also big when he heard this, and he could see that this treasure knife must be very important to him. Zhang Dou immediately said: "What should I be!" Isn't it just a treasure knife! When you find the right mineral, my brother will build you a better one. ”

Qin Shi felt that he was almost drunk, but Zhang Dou did not have the slightest drunkenness. Looking at Zhang Ergou on the side again, he was already lying on the table and not moving, and he immediately beckoned his subordinates to take turns to toast his newly recognized eldest brother.

The next wine was drunk so fast, and Zhang Dou was basically drunk to the end. When they walked out of the restaurant, the only one who remained sober was Zhang Ergou. The kid saw that the situation was wrong, and pretended to be drunk cleanly.

The meal was drunk until noon, and the two had become friends who talked about everything. The two of them walked towards the mule and horse market shoulder to shoulder, and they all drank to this portion, but Qin Shi still did not forget the authentic mutton that Zhang Dou said.

As soon as they arrived at the mule and horse market, they saw a crowd of people gathered outside, and some people kept applauding. The curiosity of the two was piqued, and they squeezed through the crowd and walked in.

When I got inside, I saw only an old man standing next to a wooden shelf killing sheep, and the sharp knife in the old man's hand flew up and down, and after a while, only a skeleton of a sheep remained.

That action was smooth and smooth in one go, attracting applause from everyone.

Zhang Dou looked outside for a while, and saw that the old man picked up a rope casually, and just put it around the sheep's neck. Then put it on the wooden frame and hang the sheep up.

Then, despite the sheep's struggle, the old man cut the sheepskin with a slight slash on the sheep's neck with the sharp knife in his hand. Then he made a few strokes on the sheep's body, reached out and grabbed the sheepskin and pulled it down, and the whole sheepskin was peeled off intact.

The whole process was only caused in a few breaths, and the sheep hanging on the wooden frame at this time had not yet lost its breath, and kept kicking its legs.

After the old man had skinned the sheep, he began to dismember the sheep. In less than a pillar of incense, the sheep was left with only a sheep's head and a skeleton, and the mutton had been completely shaved.

Seeing this, Zhang Dou stepped forward with a smile and asked, "Old man!" Will you kill a sheep? ”

Hearing this sentence, the old man's head was full of black lines, he looked at the sharp knife in his hand, and then looked back at the sheep skeleton on the shelf, and then said uncertainly: "Yes!" ”

The crowd around them was stunned for a moment as they heard their conversation, and then burst into laughter.

If there is a crack in the ground, Qin Shi has the heart to get into it. The eldest brother he just recognized was too much, and he directly blew up Zhang Dou's lower limit in Qin Shi's heart.

This is simply a comic without limits, just watching the amazing performance of other people's craftsmanship, I turned around and asked if people would kill sheep, is there such a shameful thing in the world?

Qin Shi hurriedly looked his head away, with an expression that he didn't know Zhang Dou.

Zhang Dou himself didn't care, "Old man, you kill another sheep, this time I want a complete sheepskin." Remember that it is a complete sheepskin, and the requirement is that it cannot leak even if it is loaded with water, can it be done? ”

After Zhang Dou finished speaking, the old man pondered for a while and said, "Little old man, do your best!" ”

After the old man finished speaking, he put on another sheep and hung it on the shelf, and began to perform the knife like flying. It only took a little longer than just before for another sheep to be dismembered by the old man.

However, this dismemberment was caused on the inside of the sheep, and the sheep's outer skin was not damaged at all. Just opened a palm-sized opening in the neck of the sheep, which was a stunt, and once again caused the onlookers to applaud.

It was late at night when Zhang Dou woke up again, and he felt that his throat was extremely dry. It was as uncomfortable as someone had slashed it with a file, and my throat and eyes were about to smoke.

He wanted to call Ergou to bring him a glass of water, but he only opened his mouth but didn't make any sound, and his throat was in sharp pain.

Zhang Dou's heart was extremely depressed, and when he woke up for the first time, he had a headache and a whole body ache, and he looked half-dead. Wake up for the second time! It's a terrible sore throat, and it looks like it's going to be dumb.

Can God make himself a little more unlucky, and dare to let himself be a little unlucky. He got off the kang depressed, came to the house, and grabbed the teapot on the table to pour it violently.

The cool tea flowed through his dry throat, and Zhang Dou felt much better. He opened his mouth and groaned, making a little noise.

OK! I didn't lose my voice, and although the sound from my throat was not good, as long as I could make a sound. The arsenal was not completed, and the gunpowder still did not get it, and Zhang Dou's heart was not steady if the gunpowder was not obtained one day.

Fortunately, I successfully became friends with Qin Shi of the white pole soldier yesterday, which was a small gain. Otherwise, if he wastes all his time in the day, he will not be distressed to death.

At this time, the curtain was lifted, and Zhang Ergou walked in from the outside. He saw Zhang Dou standing underground in a daze, so he stepped forward and said, "General, you were in the limelight when you returned to the camp yesterday.

You wrestle with 5 people in the White Pole Soldier's camp and end up lying down with them all. Your lamb stew barely caused a riot among the white-pole soldiers, who almost didn't fight for a piece of mutton.

Later, when you came back, you stood alone on the school field and sang, which surprised everyone! ”

After listening to this, Zhang Dou covered his face with his hand, and said in his heart: It's over! His own lifetime of fame is all confessed in this Daming. However, he thought of another one, the Qi family army back then was not allowed to have any entertainment activities except for singing ancient military songs such as Man Jianghong.

If it is violated, it will be a camp with arrows, and a direct beheading. Singing songs in the barracks by yourself won't be sung randomly! If you make a divine comedy like Little Apple, even if you pretend to be amnesia, you will have to be beheaded!

Thinking of this bucket made me break out in a cold sweat! If you cross over once, you will be beheaded for singing a few songs, and you will die too unjustly.

Thinking of this, Zhang Dou trembled and asked, "What am I singing?" ”

"General, you sing very well, there are people who are soldiers, to say something from the heart, the best thing to listen to is that man should be self-reliant!" Zhang Ergou said excitedly.

Zhang Dou patted his chest after listening to it, fortunately he only sang a few military songs, otherwise he would really be finished.

Then Ergou's next sentence made Zhang Dou's heart rise, "General! You've been on stage for an hour, hiccupping, hiccups, what's you singing? We didn't understand, and it was not okay not to let you sing, and finally attracted the deputy marshal, saying that it was today's point that you had to be there. ”

Finished! This is Zhang Dou's true thoughts, no wonder his throat hurts so much! It turned out that I was nervous about singing the Divine Comedy in the middle of the night! If this doesn't hurt in the throat, there will be ghosts, and the most speechless thing is that it also led to Vice Marshal Qi Jin.

And let yourself have to be there, how can that be good!

At this moment, there was a drum beat outside! It's time to start!

With the help of Ergouzi, Zhang Dou put on his armor and came to the Chinese army camp and began to order. The so-called point is similar to the roll call in the university in later generations, because it is called a point in the roll call.

However, the military camp is not something that can be solved with the help of students in the university, and those who cannot be named by the three-way drum will be beheaded, which is almost an immutable military law for the ages.

When Zhang Dou entered the big tent of the Chinese army, he saw a person sitting behind the bookcase in the middle. He thought to himself: This person should be Chen Ce, the coach of this expedition!

Chen Ce's hair has turned gray, and he is 69 years old this year. In Daming, he can already be regarded as a birthday star, but such an old man with a sixtieth birthday finally died on the edge of the Hunhe River half a month later.

As soon as he thought of this, Zhang Dou secretly saddened.

Looking up at the left and right a few times, I saw that the warp and weft in the big tent were clearly standing in two rows on the left and right. The ones on the left should be all the Zhejiang soldiers under Qi Jin, and the ones on the right should be the white pole soldiers of the stone pillar.

Because in that group of people, he saw Qin Shi's goods grimacing at him. Zhang Dou looked speechless for a while, and said in his heart: Brother, how old are you? Still so naughty, doing so will have no friends drop!

An old man about fifty years old sitting on the left side of the bookcase was probably Vice Marshal Qi Jin, and the two opposite him should be Qin Minping and Qin Bangping of the white pole soldiers.

When Chen Ce saw that everyone had arrived, he began to speak.

"Where is Zhang Dadou! Why did you drink and have fun last night, and roar at the school! What is the crime? After Chen Ce finished speaking, two fine lights shot out of his eyes, staring at Zhang Dou tightly.