The breakfast of the month number has changed, and the lunch has also changed. Different from the past to boil two pots of dishes casually, plus steamed bread cakes, the variety and variety of lunch today have increased.

Last night, Yang Ping'an and An Fatzi didn't sleep all night, grinding out tofu and tofu brain. The latter became breakfast, and the former became the main dish for lunch.

is still the same sentence, things that have been oiled are the best, so Yang Ping'an fried the tofu into oil.

The stored vegetables and fried tofu are fried in a large pot as the main dish, the tofu fish head is used as a soup, and the cold tofu is used as a cold dish, which is enough to satisfy the appetite of the sergeants.

At noon, Yang Ping'an barely did anything, and it was all made by An Fatzi under his guidance.

It's not that he's lazy, it's that the pot in the barracks is too big, the big pot dishes are not easy to make, and it's hard for him to control the heat alone. But An Fatzi is no problem, as a veteran firehead, this is a small problem, but after Yang Ping'an tasted it, he always felt that Fat An's fried dishes had a taste of lunch boxes.

Five cauldrons are lined up, four of which are still on the fire, three are stir-fried vegetables with tofu, one is tofu and fish head soup, and finally the one is cold tofu.

Looking at the sergeants queuing up to eat in the distance, An Fatzi admired him: "Xiucai, you are the most powerful Han I have ever seen, what kind of buffet do you get, let them line up to get food by themselves, let's save a lot." ”

If you don't have a buffet, if we make dinner and have to serve them dinner, then we won't be tired to death!

Xue Yulong's difficulties, although Yang Ping'an can deal with them, it is not easy to deal with them. It is by no means a simple matter to rely on the two of them to complete the food for 500 people a day. Especially since they don't just have to cook.

I won't talk about other miscellaneous things in the Huotou camp for the time being, just talking about cooking, just washing dishes takes a lot of time.

This morning, the five hundred sergeants ate the dishes and chopsticks left over from breakfast, if Yang Ping'an and An Fatzi wash them carefully, it will basically be close to noon, how can there be time for cooking?

Therefore, Yang Ping'an asked An Fatzi to wipe the bowl casually, as long as there were no residues on the surface. As for whether there will be infectious diseases, it has something to do with him!

Taking advantage of this effort, he prepared the tofu and vegetables, and taught An Fat how to fry the tofu with the leftover oil from the fried steamed buns in the morning, and he went to the river to touch a dozen fish and prepare fish head tofu soup.

As for the fish body, it naturally entered the stomachs of him and An Fat.

Yang Ping'an leaned under the firewood stack, sighed and said, "I hope that I can satisfy that guy today, and I will transfer some firehead troops to help tomorrow." ”

An fat man has a wide heart, and he never thinks much about it when the needle doesn't pierce the meat. leaned closer to Yang Ping'an and said, "Xiucai, thank you for last night." If you hadn't been accused of beating my boss on my behalf, I wouldn't have escaped the general's punishment. ”

"They're all brothers, so there's no need to be so polite."

"Xiucai!" Fat An's eyes suddenly turned red, and he grabbed Yang Ping'an's hand, "I'm sorry for you." You stand up for me, help me fight, carry the guilt for me, you are a Han with great ability, I am just a Hu man, you treat me as a brother, but I still play tricks with you, I am not a person, I apologize to you, can you forgive me? ”

Yang Ping'an's most important thing is that the man on the back of his hand is holding it. When he was in Yanshi, a sissy thankful achievement was enough to make him sick, and now in the barracks, he was caught by An Fat Man, and he had goosebumps at that time.

But when he heard Fat An's words, he knew that the other party was still playing tricks on him, and he couldn't help but be stunned: "What are you playing with me?" ”

An Fat Man let go of his hand and muttered two sentences in shame, Yang Ping'an didn't hear it clearly, he saw him spread out his right hand and spit in his palm: "Xiucai, I have no relatives." From now on, you are my brother, my brother! ”

The rules handed down by the purebred Hu people, if they really regard each other as brothers, they must high-five each other, and the palms must carry their own saliva, a bit like the tone of water **melting.

Yesterday, Yang Ping'an took the lead for him, and he regarded Yang Ping'an as a brother, but because he had been bullied by the Han people for a long time, he was always wary of the Han people, so that he did not tell Yang Ping'an their etiquette.

Until last night, Yang Ping'an helped him fight to carry the crime for him, and today he showed his extraordinary ability, which made An Fat feel ashamed and wanted to bow to Yang Ping'an.

Frowning and looking at the yellowed saliva in Fat An's palm, Yang Ping'an also took a sip, but just spit on Fat An's palm.

"Okay, from now on, we're brothers!"

An Fatzi looked at the saliva in his palms like a fool, looked at Yang Ping'an, and muttered, "Don't bring this." Xiucai, you are going to spit into the palm of your hand. ”

Yang Ping'an refused to do such a disgusting thing, waved his hand and said: "Fatty, I have regarded you as my brother anyway, if you really regard me as a brother, it will not affect whether there is this ceremony or not." But if you still play tricks with me, even if you have this ritual, what is the use? ”

An Fatzi thought for a long time in a daze, and then he understood the meaning of Yang Ping'an's words. He withdrew his palm and wiped it on his apron: "Okay, I'll listen to you." Since we're brothers, I have to tell you my Han name......"

"Poof!"

Halfway through the words, Fat Man An farted again, and Yang Ping'an, who was still sitting on the upwind and lying on the firewood stack, almost jumped up and beat him up.

An Fatzi didn't care: "Xiucai, my Han name is An Lushan." ”

"What did you say!" Yang Ping'an sat up suddenly, ignoring the stench brought by the wind, and grabbed An Fatman's hand, "Say it again, what is your name!" ”

An Fatzi was frightened: "I said that my Han name is An Lushan." ”

Hiss-Yang Ping'an gasped.

"Gross!"

"Xiucai, what's wrong with you? I didn't feel good just now, why did I vomit and vomit? ”

"Stay away from me!"

This Nima cushions the back, why do you want to gasp when you say I have nothing to do! Yang Ping'an, who was disgusting, easily stopped vomiting, and grabbed An Fatman's wrist again: "You said your name is An Lushan?" ”

"Hmm."

"Are you really An Lushan? Are you An Lushan? ”

Yang Ping'an felt that his brain was a little insufficient. Yang Guozhong, Yang Yuhuan, Gao Lishi, An Lushan...... He didn't meet the names of the Tang Dynasty, but he met these people, especially Yang Guozhong and An Lushan......

I rub it, is this the rumored scourge that lives for thousands of years?

Just when he was in a daze, Xue Yulong once again came to a forest outside the Yuezi camp tent, but this time he was not the protagonist, he came with the commander of the Right Route Army, the general, and his son Xue Song.

Xue Song is over forty years old, born with five big and three thick leopard heads and eyes, his body is like an iron tower, his voice is like a bell, and his beard is full of might. Last night, Xue Yulong reported that there was an interesting Huotou army in the Huotou Battalion of the Yuezi number, and he beat 26 people with his own strength, so he was interested, and he came to check it out at noon today.

"Dad, look, that's what the child said about Yang Ping'an."

"Bastard!" Xue Song scolded, "This is a military camp, only soldiers have no father and son!" ”

Xue Yulong shrank his head: "Yes, General, the last general remembers." ”

Xue Song nodded with satisfaction, looked in the direction of Yang Ping'an and the others, and asked, "Which one is Yang Ping'an?" ”

"It's the skinny one."

"The skinny one? How is his kung fu, can he fight twenty-six in one piece? Could it be that you are idle and panicked, and you want to entertain Lao Tzu? ”

"Daddy, the child will never dare to amuse you. Last night, the child had already found out that he had beaten the other twenty-six colleagues in the same battalion, and even the firehead general did not let go. Well, the fat guy next to him may have helped a little too. ”

"That fat man is a Hu man?"

"Yes."

With just this sentence, Xue Song was no longer interested in An Fatzi, but stared at Yang Ping'an for a while, "I don't think Lao Tzu is so powerful." Did you get someone to try his hand last night? ”

"Nope. However, the child had ordered his own soldiers to take him down, and he easily broke free. The boy could see that he should be good at kung fu. ”

"Bastard! What if the kung fu is good? Thinking of our ancestors, they are also from the forward battalion Yuezi Huotou Army, who is the enemy in the world of kung fu? He just broke free from the hands of two unsuccessful personal soldiers and fought twenty-six ordinary firehead troops, you dare to compare him with our ancestors! Lao Tzu, look at your cheeks are itching again! ”

"Daddy!" Seeing the pro-soldiers following behind him, Xue Yulong's face turned red, "That kid has a lot of backbone." If the child wants to take him as a soldier, he should not die. The child deliberately made things difficult and asked the two of them to be responsible for the food of 500 people, he made some tofu brains and fried steamed buns in the morning, and did not delay the meal time at noon, which is definitely not an ordinary firehead army. ”

"That's right." Xue Song scratched his beard, "What is a tofu brain?" What does it taste like? ”

"I don't know, but it tastes good. If it weren't for the children who went to patrol the camp this morning, the soldiers in the camp would have done something for the tofu brain. ”

"Huh? So you've tasted that tofu brain? ”

"Yes."

"Bastard!" Xue Song slapped Xue Yulong on the head, "With delicious things, you rebel dare to enjoy it exclusively and not give it to Lao Tzu!" ”

Xue Yulong straightened the crooked helmet and said aggrievedly: "It's not that the child is unfilial, but because the child has never seen that thing, and he is worried that it is poisonous, so he tasted it for his father." Ming said that he was making it, and the child ordered someone to send a copy to his father. ”

Xue Song was discouraged at this time, and when he saw the soldiers lining up to eat in an orderly manner, he said strangely: "These cubs, when they eat, they are like fighting, for fear of falling behind, how can they be so disciplined today?" Still in line with his mother? ”

"The child will send someone to inquire and understand, and by the way, he will take some of this month's lunch, and ask his father to taste it...... Please take Yang Ping'an's catties and pounds. ”

"You've grown." Xue Song praised, "Lao Tzu remembers what you just said, that kid refuses to be your own soldier, why is this?" ”

By the time Xue Yulong repeated Yang Ping'an's refusal last night, Xue Song's face had become cloudy. When the soldiers inquired about the reason for the honest queue of the soldiers, they came back with two bowls of vegetables to give Xu Song first, but the latter overturned the bowl and reprimanded angrily:

"Bastard, I didn't hear it, that's a cowardly guy who is greedy for life and afraid of death, and he deserves to let Lao Tzu make a special trip to check! You rebel dare to entertain Lao Tzu again, see if Lao Tzu doesn't open your belly! ”