The reason why Captain Yushan Guan, who was humiliated and abused to the point of being inhuman, was able to survive in the hands of barbarians to this day was probably because he had the intention of humiliating Yao's face with this Da Yao from the Liupin Border Lieutenant, but for some reason he was not taken away, but was forgotten in the side room of his mansion after suffering so much torture.

After the only captain of Yushan Pass who could tell the truth crashed to his death on the wall, no one told them the details of what happened here in the past, perhaps the historians would have a trace of pity for Yushan Pass, and with a few pen and ink in the history books, they brought nearly 10,000 people who died for this city pass.

The only complete house in the entire city pass that can still shelter from the wind and rain is the only one left in the captain's mansion, if they don't want to sleep in the open that night, they can only live in this house, but no one is willing to stay in this smelly house, those white bones with bite marks can not be ignored by the warriors of Jinju no matter what, these bones that I don't know whether they are Yao people or barbarians are the food that only the blind captain of Yushan Pass who can move with one hand to survive these days.

Great anger grew from everyone's hearts, the barbarians behaved like this is unbearable for them, the Yushan Pass has been broken, not to mention the corpses of the soldiers who died in the battle are buried alive, at least they must not be allowed to suffer such humiliation after death, but the barbarians seem to have no scruples....

Someone next to him slashed at the wall with a sword, already furious, and the rest of them were not necessarily much better, if there was a barbarian standing in front of them at this time, no matter what status, I was afraid that all of them would rush up and chop it into a fuzzy pile of flesh and blood.

The captain of Yushan Guan had no snort, Wei Changpan and Wei Qisheng beside him gently raised his body, and the skeleton looked at what should have been a burly man, but at this time, there was only a light weight left in the hands of the two.

When they were digging the pit, they were already familiar with the road, and Mei Su, who was about the same size, jumped into the pit and tried it for him, so that he would not be too uncomfortable to fall asleep.

When he tasted the barbarian's mare's milk wine again, it didn't seem to be so difficult to eat, Wei Changpan poured the remaining wine in the wine bag next to the small grave, and the last few drops of the bottom were put into his mouth, and people were a little dizzy, could it be that this is not drunk and everyone is drunk?

Accustomed to seeing the bones, they were no longer cautious, and found a house in the city pass that was still left on three sides and a small half-roof, and found a place where the grass was not burned to feed the horses, as for the matter of getting water, the well water in the city pass was not blocked by stones, and they did not dare to drink it again, so they went to the outside of the city pass to fetch the remnants of snow to melt and cook tonight's meal.

Although the city pass has been repeatedly searched by the barbarians many times, Liu Ziyi still did not give up and walked the small half of the houses in the city pass, and finally found a smashed large vat under the burned girder of a house with half a bag of stick noodles hidden in the jar, although it was scorched by the fire and mixed with sand and sawdust, it was the only food that could be found in the scavenged city pass.

The dry food of the barbarian march is very different from that of the Yao, the dried meat and various dairy products that are smoked and roasted to the point of no moisture are the staple food, the grassland is bitter and cold, but one season of cold-tolerant crops can be cultivated a year, the harvest is often five acres is not as good as one acre of fertile land in the river, and many of the grassland people who live in pursuit of water and grass are not willing to work the land.

The wolf ate a piece of the deer's hooves that were left half of the deer and boiled them half-cooked, and Wei Changpan got up six or seven times a night after eating, and the rest of the people were not much better, and there were not many things to be found burning on the snowfield, and every time they cooked food, they had to spend all their strength to find hay that could not withstand burning, and the pile like a hill was not enough to burn a few sticks of incense.

The aroma of the thick porridge with the stick noodles diffused with the bubbling of the porridge water in the small pot, and the yellow and clear stick noodles porridge in the pot stirred by Liu Ziyi with a broken arrow, no one cared if there were still unwashed blood stains on the broken arrow, and everyone held pots and pans that they had collected from nowhere in a circle around the small pot.

"Just half a bag of stick noodles, I don't know when I will have the next meal, so I didn't make cakes for everyone. Liu Ziyi looked at the fire carefully, for fear that the fire would burn this stick noodle porridge to the bottom, "The stick noodle cake is the most expensive food, and everyone can share more of this porridge." ”

Liu Ziyi's family was a famous chef in Jinju for several generations before he became a ranger, but Liu Ziyi, who was supposed to inherit the mantle, was a stubborn character, and his father had to send Liu Ziyi to a martial artist who was known for his strictness in Heyuancheng, hoping that the stick of this strict master could let him know the benefits of being a cook and come back to learn the craft.

It's okay not to practice martial arts, but after Liu Ziyi practiced martial arts, he turned against the sky, clamoring all day long to go out and go south and north to fight for righteousness, and his family couldn't control him, so he went.

However, this benevolent brother is just wandering in Jinju, although his ability is still good, the old martial artist has never hidden his secrets, and a fine iron long stick dances like a tiger, and he has real skills, not those good-looking kung fu.

The rangers wander the rivers and lakes, most of them have some tricks of stealing chickens and dogs, Liu Ziyi doesn't have to be like this, there is a family history, any restaurant swaggers in to show his hand, and the shopkeeper doesn't have to eat and drink well?

Therefore, many rangers have been in the rivers and lakes for a year or a few months and then returned to their hometowns without long things, or then when they were hungry and full on the rivers and lakes, Liu Ziyi was mixed with a bright body, and when he returned to his hometown, everyone was fatter, and his father and mother saw that Liu Ziyi had the ability to support himself, so he no longer worried about his son's situation, and took advantage of his youth to follow him.

The warriors of Jinju go out and cook food with their own hands quite a lot, but they all cook raw food and mix it to their stomachs, who cares about the taste?

However, Liu Ziyi in the self-fighting team once showed his cooking skills, so that all the Jinzhou warriors were eager to lick the bowls clean, even the crude food of the barbarians can make many popular tricks. This stick noodle porridge is changed to anyone to do, but it is just a pot of hot water, pour the noodles into it, stir and stir, and feel that it is almost enough, just a pot of porridge and water, who cares what you taste.

Partial life is almost the same step, Liu Ziyi can make this pot of stick noodle porridge mouth-watering, and asked him what tricks he has, but he said disdainfully, this cooking is like practicing martial arts, how can there be any tricks, they are all accumulated with time and blood and sweat, when to turn the spoon and dance the knife and make the gun so skillful, it is not easy to make it unpalatable.

"Half a scoop per person, and the extra ones are divided. Liu Ziyi took the half of the scoop of water hyacinth scoop from Wei Changpan's hand and distributed the stick noodle porridge to everyone, and the people who got the share squatted beside the fire and drank it on the edge, no one said anything, they only cared about dealing with the steaming stick noodle porridge.

"Look at the way you eat, why don't you learn from Brother Wei. Liu Ziyi turned his head to look at Wei Changpan after counting the eating faces of these people, and saw him buried in the scoop, and when he heard someone shouting him, he looked up, and there was still a stick of noodles on the tip of his nose.

"We haven't eaten 10,000 or thousands of bowls of stick noodle porridge, and it can be made like Ziyi, hey, I really haven't tasted a few bowls. Mei Su finished drinking the stick noodle porridge in the bowl, with a comfortable expression, "In the past, I felt that this stick noodle was not as delicious as white noodles, but now it tastes no worse than big fish and meat." ”

"That's where I found this half bag of stick noodles, otherwise I'll show you what I'm doing today. Liu Ziyi sighed and looked at the little remnant porridge at the bottom of the small iron pot, and then weighed the amount of the grain bag, "You can eat two more meals of porridge if you die, no matter how good the craftsmanship is, there is no way to make it, it's better to..."

Everyone looked along his brother, and the lame white horse was munching hay, as were the others, and after such a long journey up the steppe, the fat that had been attached to the nameless valley had almost fallen off, except for the protruding ribs, which was a rare time to rest and fill their stomachs.

I don't know who swallowed the saliva, in the eyes of these Jinju Jianghu warriors who had been hungry for a long time, the skinny lame horse was no longer a complete horse, but a piece of meat that had been broken down.

"Thin is thin, such a big bone frame, and the bone cracks are full of meat. ”

"With such a big horse, the seven of us may not be able to eat three meals even with our open stomachs. ”

"How about roasting and eating? It's like a whole sheep. ”

"The big bones were taken off to make soup, the ribs were chopped off and roasted, and the large pieces of meat were stewed in a pot. Liu Ziyi rubbed his hands, "There is a recipe for horse meat at home, but unfortunately Jinju horses are expensive, and there is no money to buy horses to cook, so I have to use a donkey to try a few times, but I always have no way, and now there is a horse here, which can not be easily missed." ”

"It's good to have meat.... It's good to have meat. Even Wei Changpan was immersed in the fantasy of meat, his mind was full of all kinds of meat, the barbarian's jerky can't be considered meat, and the bite is more like some kind of dry firewood that has been boiled in water for a while and has not been relieved much, Liu Ziyi has figured out a way after several studies, but at that time there was not much jerky left, and each person divided it into two or three mouthfuls.

"It's better to choose a day than to hit the day, and I'll bake two ribs today. Liu Ziyi's words made Wei Changpan wake up, and understood that this was no longer just casual talk, so he got up and said to everyone:

"I don't know how much distance I have to go ahead, maybe some of those horses have broken feet or something has gone wrong, and then I have to..."

This explanation is that even Wei Changpan himself feels a little far-fetched, along the way this horse is a burden, not to mention the oats that eat forage and rations, and the legs and feet are never good, seeing that he can walk two steps to carry some things on his back, the horse's hooves are hanging in the air and cannot walk, but no one among them can show the horse what is wrong, and there are still some rations at that time, so they are not in a hurry to kill the horse.

Sure enough, Liu Ziyi's retort was as he thought, "These hundreds of miles of road, if this horse can be good early, it will be good to eat and drink and serve and not work, not to mention that this is a barbarian horse, even if the cattle in our plough land are killed and eat meat, there is nothing to say." ”

"Anyway, he has accompanied us for many journeys, and there is still hard work without merit, not to mention where there is good food and drink, and that bit of food is not even enough for people to eat, where is there enough for horses to eat?"

Liu Ziyi was also anxious, "This is just a barbarian's lame horse, kill it, how long have we not eaten fresh meat? If this horse can make people ride a few steps without being lame, then we won't eat it." ”

This was reasonable, Wei Changpan couldn't find a reason to refute it, and the group approached the place where the horse was tethered, I don't know if it was dazzled or what, after they got closer, the white horse stopped chewing the hay, and the horse's hooves were also hoisted.

With the saddle on, the horse became more and more lame, and without moving it tossed, and someone nearby had impatiently drawn its blade from its sheath.

The word Lu on this horse is supposed to be the name of this horse.

"If you don't want to die, run faster. Wei Changpan didn't know if the horse could understand, so he just whispered something in the horse's ear, and then turned over and got on the horse.

The white horse seemed to understand, flicked his tail and snorted, and the hanging hooves were put on the ground, and the four hooves stomped lightly.

And then the horse made Lu Fei.