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Maybe he took the medicine to wake up, and Zhu Di rarely slept well in the afternoon without coughing.

The team transporting grain and grass came, but Zhu Di was not seen, and Zhu Zhanji and Xue Lu came forward to receive it.

Fang Xing didn't show up, he was cooking dinner.

The grassland in autumn is the most fertile, Xiaodao found a large group of yellow sheep at noon, after getting the news, Xin Laoqi set off with his family, in the barracks, Fang Xing's safety does not have to worry.

I didn't know if there would be a yellow sheep at night, so I woke up and made a big pot of gnocchi soup.

The vegetables were soaked, and Fang Xing took out an old bacon, which he made at home, and brought more than ten pieces this time.

After scrubbing it with warm water, Fang Xing boiled the bacon with water and kept the water.

Slices of bacon, mostly fat, are almost transparent when viewed in the light.

Stir-fry the ginger and garlic, then stir-fry the bacon and add water.

The slanting sun shone on a flag, and there was a bit of gloom.

The sunset shines on the banner, and the horse is singing in the wind.

Without a pot lid, Fang Xing added a few sticks of firewood, and then took a step back and looked at the family members who were returning in the distance.

What does it feel like to be a steering?

It's probably like a drag race in the future.

But if you want to ride a horse, the best place is the grassland. Here you can feel what is boundless, as if you can't run out of the grassland for the rest of your life.

There was a cheer from the family in the wind, Fang Xing stood with his hands in his hands, and saw that Li Jia was also there, with a rare smile on his face.

Fang San's death was a blow to everyone, but Fang Xing would hide that blow deep in his heart, slowly open it in the years to come, and slowly wear it away.

The centaurs stopped in front with a gust of wind, and Xin Laoqi and the others all carried yellow sheep on their horses.

"Master, those yellow sheep don't say three hundred, just thinking that you said you want to keep the seeds, so we only got ten."

Fang Xing looked at it, they were all fat sheep, and said, "Your Majesty will send one head, Lord Yang and Lord Xue will send one head each, and we will slowly fix the rest by ourselves." ”

Li Jia asked, "Mountain Chief, what about His Royal Highness the Grand Sun?" ”

Fang Xing looked at the bacon in the pot and said, "He, he will naturally come when he smells it." ”

Xin Laoqi took people to deliver sheep, first to Zhu Di, Wang Fusheng almost drooled when he saw it.

"Tsk! This sheep is best roasted and eaten, and it must have spices, otherwise the taste will be very strong. ”

Xin Laoqi put down the yellow sheep and said, "Your Majesty's body can't eat big meat yet, you can get it yourself." ”

Wang Fusheng wanted to ask for more spices, but he couldn't open his mouth.

Xin Laoqi didn't care about this, and then sent Yang Rong and Xue Lu.

When he returned to Fang Xing's side, the gnocchi soup was already ready, and Zhu Zhanji was really there, and he and Jia Quan were holding a big bowl and snoring happily.

"This gnocchi absorbs the aroma of bacon, and the dried vegetables are greasy, tsk! The vinegar is also just right. ”

This is the most comfortable time Jia Quan's northern expedition has eaten, and he keeps praising Fang Xing's craftsmanship.

Xin Laoqi and the others came back, took a big bowl full of pimple soup, and then squatted aside, eating louder than Jia Quan's.

"The pepper is just right."

Zhu Zhanji ate half of it and was ready to take a break before eating.

Fang Xing took a bite of garlic, his spicy tongue hurt, so he quickly snorted a mouthful of gnocchi, and said comfortably: "Sweet and sour, bitter, spicy and salty, I only like spicy and salty, both are indispensable." ”

Zhu Zhanji said: "In fact, sweets still have their own merits, and it doesn't hurt to eat them occasionally. ”

Fang Xing pointed to his stomach and said: "Sweets are like the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, but spicy is the lonely smoke in the desert, and the horse is singing and the wind is Xiaoxiao." ”

Zhu Zhanji was a little uncomfortable squatting, and his belly was suffocating. He got up and said, "Didn't you say that sweets can make people happy?" ”

This is what Fang Xing said, to make excuses for the sugarcane fields in Jiaozhi.

After Fang Xing finished eating the gnocchi, he put the chopped and washed yellow sheep in the cauldron, then opened the knife, and finally slowly smeared it on the yellow sheep's body with a bowl of prepared ingredients to marinate.

"Happiness is good, but things must be reversed, God naturally has its fair side, what you gain, you will inevitably lose something."

Fang Xing went to wash his hands and came back, these guys had eaten, and their eyes were shining staring at the yellow sheep in the pot.

"Eat it later, or it won't taste good."

The bonfire was lit, and Fang Xing and Zhu Zhanji walked around.

It's not a good idea to take a walk on the grassland at night, the mosquito madness can make you doubt life, so this is also the reason why Zhu Di woke up a little worried when he first got sick.

Even if they got a mosquito repellent potion and applied it to their bare skin, the two of them couldn't bear the sound of mosquitoes buzzing, and finally returned to the fire.

"Bring the sheep up."

Fang Xing only ate a small bowl of gnocchi, and he was a little hungry.

"How does it feel to be in charge?"

"Not really." Zhu Zhanji said: "There are thousands of things, this is only tens of thousands of troops, if it is changed to a country, it will be a real headache." ”

"It'll get better slowly."

Fang Xing encouraged, Zhu Di suddenly let go in the past few days, and asked Yang Rong and Xue Lu to go to Zhu Zhanji to deal with it.

With an army of more than 30,000 people, how many things can there be in a day? Most of them were solved by Yang Rong and Xue Lu, and what went to Zhu Zhanji was only a slightly bigger matter.

"I know that they are all watching me, they are all watching how I deal with these things, whether they are firm or not, whether they are majestic or not, the imperial grandfather must be watching too."

"Therefore I must not be weak, I must hold it, and I must show the majesty of the royal family...... But I'm tired! ”

Zhu Zhanji complained a little, but there was a smile on his face.

"You just do it, you are proud, why hide it."

The yellow sheep came up, snorted, and the flames burst out.

Zhu Zhanji said with a melancholy face: "I know what Grandpa Huang means, but I don't want to." ”

Zhu Di fell ill this time, probably because he had a sense of crisis, so he couldn't wait to cultivate Zhu Zhanji.

But what about Zhu Gaochi?

Father and Son, one is often reprimanded and hit, and the other is favored.

How do you turn around like this?

Fang Xing was also depressed, and when he saw that there was no one around, he quietly took out a bottle of liquor and said, "You drink less, so as not to be smelled unstable." ”

In the Northern Expeditionary Army, unless it was Zhu Di who spoke, he was not allowed to drink.

However, if Zhu Zhanji really wants to drink, no one will say anything, but it will inevitably be bad for his image.

Zhu Zhanji's mood suddenly subdued, and he sighed like Fang Xing.

It's a knot that's hard to open, and it seems to be okay at the moment, it's normal, but what about it?

The family couldn't drink it, so Fang Xing and Zhu Zhanji poured a small bowl and tasted it slowly.

The night was dark, and the family went back after eating some mutton, leaving the place for Fang Xing and Zhu Zhanji.

The two silently ate mutton and drank liquor, each thinking about their own thoughts.

Fang Xing put the bowl on the ground and suddenly hummed a melodious song.

“…… That's ......"

Zhu Zhanji also put down the bowl, clasped his hands on his knees, and listened attentively.

After singing a song, Zhu Zhanji sighed and said, "Brother Dehua, is this a song composed for Meng Yuanren?" ”

Fang Xing shook his head: "It's just a matter of feeling, but it's a pity that the long tone won't." ”

"Not bad."

Hearing this voice, Fang Xing and Zhu Zhanji hurriedly got up, and then both pleaded guilty.