Chow mein is said to be passed down from the Tibetans on the plateau, the history is not exquisite, the Tibetan people eat tsampa is to grind the barley grains and fry them, and when eating, add butter tea or clear tea and knead them into lumps by hand. Fried noodles have low water volume and are resistant to storage. It is easy to carry, not easy to mildew and deteriorate, and adapts to the needs of pastoral life

The town of Gansu is close to the grassland, and the military households here have long been accustomed to eating fried noodles, generally using plant or animal fat to fry wheat, millet and other flour, so that when eating, it can be eaten with hot soup or stirred.

In the Jingshi area of the mainland, there is a kind of food called camellia noodles, which is to fry wheat flour and other vegetables in vegetable oil until golden brown, add a small amount of water to stir it into a paste when eating, and then wash it with boiling water. Particular people can add a variety of additives, such as sugar, candied fruit (dried apricots, raisins, etc.), walnut kernels, sesame seeds, melon seeds, and so on.

Wealthy people such as eunuchs and merchants eat tea soup made by adding brown sugar, white sugar, green silk and red silk, preserved fruits, nuts, and boiling water with cooked millet noodles, which is called dessert.

A similar food made from millet noodles is called "cha soup", and the tea soup of the grassland tartar is fried with beef bone marrow oil.

Stir-fried noodles in Shanxi and fried rice in the south are also similar foods.

Xiao Ye didn't like to eat fried noodles when he was a child, but he was able to take out fried noodles from the stone mill, which shocked him and almost made him laugh out loud; Without him, the grain in the hundred households will run out in two days.

A box of one-pound canned tin food was pushed by the guards on a wheelbarrow and transported into the grain depot next to the military house like flowing water.

Originally, according to Wang Dali and Mei'er's calculations, the grain of the hundred households was enough for them to eat for more than a month, but when the hunters and their families in the Jiming Village hid in the stone fort of Jiazi, they actually told the Wang officials that the food of their families was only enough for two days.

The food consumption of the hunters in Jiming Village on weekdays is the copper money earned by the hunters working in the quarry, which is purchased from the Tianjia shop, and the grain bought by a few children who have become sergeants; However, the Tartars surrounded the mountain, and the purchase of the Tian family's shops was immediately cut off.

The most embarrassing thing for Wang Dali, Xiao Ye was puzzled Yes, in the compound where the Orion Gate of Jiming Village was located, the relatives who came to take refuge from the west one after another, unknowingly, reached more than 100 people, making the labor force in the quarry and mill nearly 200 people.

And the use of geobombs, which seemed to Xiao Ye to be a bit frivolous, made the speed of stone mining in the quarry more than double.

It is no wonder that the output of yellow plaster in the quarry mill is much more than before, and Wang Dali, who was complacent before the Tartars came, only now understood the dangers of ignoring the foreign population.

In addition, the sergeants and guards of each small banner were all on duty, and the quarry stone fort was fighting against the Tartars, and the food consumption was twenty percent more than usual, which Xiao Ye had never encountered.

In all directions, the last news that Xiao Ye got from Wang Dali's mouth was that the food on the mountain began to be used every day in the families of military families and sergeants who did not need to go to the front line, as well as in Jiming Village.

Fortunately, there are already more than 20 umbrellas in Shiguan Tunli, which is enough to supply the needs of everyone on the mountain, and there is no shortage of water for laundry, otherwise the stone castle would have been chaotic a long time ago.

If it weren't for the sudden appearance of the tartars, Wang Dali even arranged for two craftsmen to build a water toilet next to the hundred households, so that the waste water could play its final role.

However, cutting off the rations of the soldiers and hunters, and only caring about feeding the sergeants, Xiao Ye couldn't do it, these people were the foundation of his foothold in the future.

This is one of the main reasons why he had to arrange a retreat.

When the military households and hunters crowded in the stone fort first looked at a large number of pack horses, carrying boxes of heavy firearms to the stone fort in front, and then looked at a cart full of iron boxes from the grain depot, which were taken out by the guards and soaked into familiar fried noodles, as well as the movement of shaving meat and chopping bones in the room, the panic in the big guy's heart suddenly dissipated without a trace.

There is food and water, and the heavy magazines on the waists of the sergeants are calm and calm, indicating that the safety on the stone mountain is not something that the tartars under the mountain can break, and in the stone castle that has been silent for many days, the laughter gradually increases.

At the foot of the stone mountain, the Collapse Wolf did not instigate Ranel to send troops to attack the mountain, he now seems to see clearly, the cunning of the Ming army is more sinister than those opponents of the Tile Thorn tribe, although I don't know how the casualties of the Ming army on the mountain are, but it is clear that his subordinates have lost more than 100 of them.

As for the wounded, as long as they could still breathe, he didn't count them at all.

After another gray temptation, under Lanelt's complaining gaze, the wolf reluctantly ordered his men to get the Han slaves to hurry up the repair of the damaged trebuchet, and he was going to smash the damned hilltop in front of him with countless large stones under his feet.

"Peng, Peng," on the top of the mountain in the distance, there was a faint sound in the distance, and the wolf sitting in the tent drinking alcohol, and the Ranelte chewing jerky, all sighed slightly in their hearts; Unexpectedly, the firearms in the hands of the Ming army were so fierce in defense, they knew about this situation, but they didn't expect the situation to be so embarrassing.

Here the mountains are undulating and poisonous weeds are everywhere, and the cavalry who come and go like the wind is not used at all, and when it comes to infantry battle formations, the Ming army is not a little stronger than them, but much stronger.

"Teng Tengteng," outside the big tent, Wo Haug, who was carrying an iron helmet in his hand, strode in, his eyes swept over Ranelt, and bowed to the wolf, "Master Qianfu, things are not good,"

"The Ming army on the mountain was on the stone fort on the top of the mountain, using fire/guns, and began to harass our warriors who went to the back mountain to fetch water, and even the war horses carrying water were injured several times," Wo Haoge's slightly impatient report made the two commanders unable to sit still, dropped the wine and meat in their hands, and hurriedly walked out of the big tent.

Taking out a long leather bag from his bosom, the wolf opened the buckle, took out a monocular, stretched it skillfully, and looked at the mountain intently; The sky was bright and bright, and it was not clear to see from the top of the mountain five miles away, but it could also be vaguely seen.

Seeing no sign of a large number of people moving on the mountain, the wolf blinked a few times, tilted his head and thought about it, and said with certainty, "On the mountain, there is a water source, otherwise they wouldn't do anything to provoke us,"

Lanelt nodded in agreement, and looked enviously at the object in the hand of the Collapse Wolf, this is a good thing exchanged for sixty healthy horses, although there is no water in it that the Collapse Wolf boasts, but he can see such a good thing from a distance, it is fake that he is not impressed.

"This Shiguantun, there is water and food on the mountain, and the firearms are fierce, and it is not something that can be taken down in a short time," Ranelte, who already had the intention of retreating, was unwilling to go out in the season when the cattle and sheep were fat, but now he kicked the stone again, and he was even more reluctant to stay here.

"No, we must not let them see our jokes," Ranelt could finish speaking, and the Collapse Wolf rudely interrupted him, "You can't do it here, there are still opportunities elsewhere, and if you don't get it back, you will be laughed at by others,"

"In this way, Lanelt, you take people out of the canyon, guard the exit there, and don't let these Ming people easily go out of our grassland from here, this is our territory,"

"The reinforcements of the Ming army are probably coming this time, and I will lead the men and horses of my headquarters to attack for a few more days, and I will join you," the strong assignment of the collapsed wolf made Lanelt feel a little remorse for being deceived, and he felt even stronger.

said that you want to grab a handful and then go, just say it, or something to fight for a few more days, Lanelte, who is secretly scolded in his heart, can't afford to provoke this little prince's henchman, so he pinched his nose and admitted that he was unlucky.

Seeing that the wolf twisted his face and ignored him, Lanelt gathered his men with a dark face, and was about to return to the grassland with his own grain and grass, when he saw a ranger galloping from the canyon.

"Report, Elder Qianfu, there are horse thieves found on the other side of the canyon and robbed one of our grain teams," the ranger, who had a strange face, turned over and dismounted when he came to Lanelte, knelt on the ground and said loudly, and then, paused quietly, "There are hundreds of them, it seems that they are herdsmen of small tribes,"

"What, herdsman?" Lanelte's eyes widened in bewilderment, and he plucked his ears with his round thick fingers, "There are still hundreds of people?" What kind of tribe is not long-eyed, and it is not winter yet,"

"Oh, dyed red hair, more than half of them have firearms, it's easy to recognize," said the ranger, with an anxious expression, "Master Qianfu, our grain road is on the grassland,"

"Got it, don't get the word out, let's go down," Lanelt said lightly, sent his rangers, and then issued an order, and the whole crew packed their equipment and luggage, and rumbled into the canyon.

Since the collapsed wolf doesn't give himself face, and he still breaks his promise and forgets the benefits he wants to take, then don't blame himself for not saying hello; Lanelt, who was already mainly supplying by plundering, didn't pay much attention to the grain route, and getting this news only made him speed up his retreat.

As for that damned little tribe, he won't let it go, and he must cut down the whole family of the daring leader and take them all into his own slaves.

Lanelt, who also suffered more than 100 casualties and did not take advantage of the slightest advantage, did not look down on the dozens of Han prisoners under the stone mountain at all, and the brigade left Shiguan.

As for the Collapse Wolf, he only sent a team of 100 people to harass Shiguantun from time to time, and most of the other men and horses were sent to the direction of the Gravel Fort, where there may be villages and Tunbao to make up for his losses.

In the workshop area behind the stone mountain, Haoge, the henchman of the collapsed wolf, also asked clearly, and they were not interested in the place where the plaster was polished.

On the top of the stone mountain, on the wall of the stone fort of No. A, Wang Ziliang just looked at the heralds under his command, and under the guidance of several personal guards, he rushed to the back mountain with a shotgun and fired a few shots; Although the distance is already beyond the range, the goal is achieved without letting the Tartar take water leisurely.

The dense ten-shot shotgun shot out bursts of pointy projectiles, and from the binoculars, there were still Tartars and war horses that had been shot, Wang Ziliang had some itchy hands, and he also handled heavy fire/guns.

"Peng, Peng," Wang Ziliang, whose shoulder was hit by the butt of the gun, couldn't see the effect of the shot, so he threw the fire/gun to the smiling guard, and ran to the side to observe the enemy.

The task given to him by Xiao Ye was to closely monitor the movements of the Tartars under the mountain during the day, and the hidden fortress on the wall of his fort here was the highest foothold.

"Hey, Damin, what's going on down the mountain," Walking to the front of the dark castle, Wang Ziliang looked at Duan Damin standing on the top of the fort and asked in a condensed voice.

Duan Damin, who was holding the telescope, his eyes were stimulated by the strong light, and he didn't dare to wipe it slackly, "There is no movement from the Tartars under the mountain, oh, no, they are now dividing up a group of people and going to the gravel fort along the avenue,"

When Xiao Ye got the news, he stood on the castle wall and watched for a long time, and was silent for a while, but still rejected Wang Ziliang's suggestion to go down the mountain to fight; After all, there are less than fifty soldiers on the mountain who can hold guns, and the guards are acceptable, and the craftsmen and sergeants under Wang Dali are reluctant to take them out and fight unless they have to.

The prospect of building a stone castle in yellow plaster gave Xiao Ye a much bolder idea, and the use of those craftsmen was much better than letting them hold guns. This time, he was bullied and blocked on the mountain, which made his desire to build a stone fort on the other side of the canyon even stronger.

The Tartars surrounded Shiguantun, and in the fifteen days before and after, they launched no less than 100 attacks, and when they lost more than 200 warriors, they never gnawed down Shiguantun and retreated very wisely, this time, the Tartars took all the corpses away; And Shiguantun also paid 30 casualties, not counting minor injuries.

The tents of the Tartars at the foot of the mountain were removed, and the rangers who surrounded them were gone, and the sergeants on duty on the walls of the stone fort shouted loudly and spread the news throughout the stone mountain.

Xiao Ye, who was still checking the wounded in the military quarters in the stone fort, heard the sergeant's shouts, and finally showed a long-lost smile on his tense face.

When the herald announced the good news to the old and young masters, the soldiers and hunters shouted loudly, and some people were already crying with joy.

Only Wang Ziliang, who was standing at the door of the dark castle, shook his head slightly with a heavy heart, and turned around and entered the dark dark castle.

The burial of the soldiers who died in the battle, the spirit tablets were sent to the Land Temple, the wounded were taken away by Li Langzhong for treatment, and the stone mill resumed production. The scouts sent to the bottom of the mountain also brought back the latest news.

With his cavalry, the wolf crossed the Xilong River, and did not attack the gravel fort, but burned and robbed a tun thirty miles to the east, and less than 20 of the more than 200 military households remained.

In view of the Ming army's tight defense in various places, the wolf went all the way east to find the target of the plunder, so he went into the mountains and withdrew back to the grassland on the mountain trail west of Qingfeng Valley, and did not return along the original road.

At the exit of the canyon and grassland, although Huang Hanxiang was constantly harassing the Tartars, but the Tartars would not stand there waiting to be hit by fire/gunfire, and after several confrontations, Huang Hanxiang escorted the slave tribe back into the mountains; A large number of Tartar rangers did not pursue Huang Hanxiang and them, but stared at the vicinity of the canyon with tendons, and for a while, the connection between Shiguantun and Bailong Lake was still interrupted.

Lanelt, who was waiting at the exit of the canyon, did not retreat into the grassland in anger until he received the news that the wolf had broken through the Han fort.

At this moment, the number of crossbows and short arrows accumulated in Xiao Ye's arsenal was enough for him to give the sergeants in Shiguantun a brand new one each, and ten arrow magazines per person were not a problem.

"No, we must open up the passage to Bailong Lake, otherwise this Shiguantun will be a dead place," In the Baihu Office, Xiao Ye sat on the stone bench and looked around at several flag officials around him, "Since the Tartars have given up here for the time being, then we have to find a way to fight out and suffer from the stuffy stick, Shiguantun has no precedent,"

The reason why Wang Dali arranged for craftsmen to lay plaster pavement in the canyon was that he had the intention of going out, and he bought a large number of raw materials from the side walls, which was unreasonable from the government; Although the plan was disrupted by the Tartars, Xiao Ye was still thinking about the rich raw materials of Bailong Lake.

He now basically understands the law of stone grinding, as long as he continues to invest those required raw materials, the stone mill will continue to give back to him more firearms and items; At present, it is impossible for him to give up.

In the room, although Mei'er and Lena were busy checking the accounts, their ears had been listening carefully to the sounds in the courtyard, and when Xiao Ye revealed her intention to forcibly open the canyon, a faint anxiety appeared on her delicate face.

As night fell, a team of prepared packers on Stone Mountain, with a large number of crossbows and boxes of projectile firearms, slowly left the stone fort under the escort of the two teams of Qin Shi and Heizi; With the shimmer mirror in hand, they were sure to avoid the Tartars at night and reach Bailong Lake.

It's a pity that without the raw materials provided by Bailong Lake, Xiao Ye didn't take out even a single grenade, which made Qin Shi and Heizi quite disappointed. Fortunately, Xiao Liuzi kindly handed over the two guns and grenades he had hidden privately to Qin Shishi, which were the only two left on his body.

The other guns and grenades, half of which were used up in training, and the others were sent to Huang Hanxiang, and there were not many of them, otherwise the Tartars besieging Shishan might have enjoyed the taste of being bombed.

Before leaving, Xiao Ye explained to the two flag officers, if the Tartars on the grassland were entangled, try to detour to the Gobi and rush to Bailong Lake, for the sake of safety, when returning to Shiguantun, a team of 100 people was requisitioned back from Huang Hanxiang; For the sake of long-term planning, the Hundred Households will not continue to recruit sergeants in the tunli to replenish.

Since he is an uncle who doesn't love his grandmother, he can only find a way by himself, and there are some more unfamiliar faces of sergeants in the tun, and he can't care about going up to secretly Chen Cang.

It is impossible for hundreds of young people in Jiming Village to nest in the quarry, Xiao Ye is eyes have already set their eyes on them, and Wang Dali's craftsman team also needs to replenish manpower.

The Shiguantun defense can be guarded with a crossbow, but in Bailonghu, if Huang Hanxiang does not have enough projectiles, the situation will not be good; After all, in the Tartar tribe under his guardianship, the Tartar slaves with a keen sense of smell were mutary, and the suppression of strong force could not be shaken.

In order to firmly hold the Galen tribe, they can only try their best to extract strong Tartar slaves and turn them into their own cavalry, as long as they adapt to the high wages and the life of the flag team, they can't be driven away after a long time.

On the third day of the Tartars' evacuation, the night was dark, and Xiao Ye was in the quarry stone fort, in the brightly lit mill, and watched a few guards put pieces of beef and bones into the stone mill.

For this reason, he still sent someone to temporarily close the stone mill of the B number, and the craftsmen in the province privately said that they had lost their minds and even used the stone mill to grind the meat out of the plaster.

For the hundred households ordered to slaughter the cattle and horses in the fence on the mountain, Wang Dali carried out it quite slowly and secretly, but he also killed nearly a dozen healthy cattle before and after, so that the soldiers ate a few meals of minced meat rice and saved a lot of meat pieces; Fortunately, before he could rush the pack horse, he was stopped by Xiao Ye.

Not surprisingly, more than 500 boxes of canned beef also entered the grain store. This time, Xiao Ye wanted to see how long these canned meat could last.

According to military regulations, on the day of the Tartars' retreat, Xiao Ye wrote an urgent letter to the Thousand Households of the Gravel Fort, sending a clever guard to ride a fast horse to the Gravel Fort.

After eating the large bowl of beef that was served in the stone castle, the two hired workers in the Tian family's shop had already returned to their shop, sorting out the few goods inside, and preparing to continue to open the business.

Naturally, a carrier pigeon flew out of the shop at night, although the guards in the stone castle noticed the movement, Xiao Ye didn't care; What he wanted was to tell Fuguilou in Gansu Town through the mouth of the Tian family that Shiguantun had not been destroyed by the Tartars.

On the sixth day after the Tartars withdrew, a convoy of grain trucks came to the Tian family's shop, and if it wasn't for the time to trade the white flute paper, it was estimated that it would take a while for them to come.

And what chilled Xiao Ye and Wang Dali's heart the most was that after the Tartars showed off their might outside the fort wall, they destroyed a large area of grouted wheat outside, and they didn't send a sergeant to resist; And in the end, the messenger who was easily sent turned out to be with the Tian family's grain team, and the speed of returning was even more quick.

Unfolding the official document in his hand, Xiao Ye glanced at it, and then casually threw it to Wang Dali next to him, closing his eyes and saying nothing; Wang Dali was illiterate, and when he saw that Baihu was tired, he could only hand it to Wang Ziliang and look at him with blank eyes.

Wang Ziliang glanced at hundreds of households out of the corner of his eyes, shook the letter in his hand, swept his gaze, and sneered at the corner of his mouth; "I said scholar, what are you laughing at, hurry up, read it to Lao Wang,"

Under Wang Dali's supervision, Mei'er was listening attentively not far away, and Wang Ziliang read the content again, to the effect that the Gravel Fort was attacked by the Tartar brigade, and asked Shiguantun to send a sergeant to support Yunyun, without asking about the situation in Shiguantun.

"Oh, are you done?" In Wang Dali's incredible eyes, Wang Ziliang put the official document on the stone table with an unkind face, "It seems that Shiguantun is in their eyes, it is just a wild borderland, and they don't care about our life or death,"

Suddenly, Wang vigorously jumped up, and it suddenly dawned on him that the Gravel Fort was only asking for troops to be sent to support them, and the battle between Shiguantun and Tartar was not even interested in mentioning it.

"No, heckling, we've killed so many people, they don't even ask, no, I'll send someone to get the messenger back, I'll ask him, if I don't hand over the Tartar's head, then there will be no such thing?" Pointing angrily in the direction of the Land Temple, Wang Dali's face flushed with anger and burst out foul language.

"Uncle Wang, don't be impatient," Xiao Ye waved his hand tiredly, "Tomorrow I will write a palindrome to inform Qianhu of our injuries, don't mention the reinforcements, hmph, we almost became a Tartar training ground here, and we can't be defeated,"