The north wind swept the white grass and folded, and the snow flew in August.

Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom.

When Zhu Fugui was still enjoying the autumn leaves in Hebei, the ancient land of Ganlong was already covered with a thin layer of snow, which looked extremely enchanting.

On the newly built Ganlongxi Straight Road, five simple four-wheeled carriages were also covered with a thin layer of snow on their roofs after a long journey.

It was only at dusk that the carriage slowly stopped in front of a post station.

By this time, the snow had stopped, and the shallow snow had just barely reached the horse's hooves, and it did not affect the journey tomorrow.

As soon as the post guard of the post station probed from the house, a fat monk with a height of two feet jumped out of the carriage at the head, and shouted loudly: "Prepare five upper rooms, and then give the sprinkler a pot of rice wine, and prepare ten catties of beef!" ”

If it weren't for this fat monk, the Wu tone that couldn't be changed between his words would have a bit of the charm of Guanxi Luti.

The guards in blue soap clothes glanced at the clothes of the people who came, and the fighting men who came down one after another on the carriages, and hurriedly said yes again and again, and led the horses to the stables behind them to feed.

Most of these post guards were left by the pseudo-Qing Dynasty and were considered semi-civil servants.

In jargon, it belongs to the career section.

After learning the lessons of Uncle Chongzhen, Zhu Fugui had no intention of abolishing the Northwest Post Guard.

Of course, proper supervision is inevitable.

These old fritters have a good ability to do things, but their ability to fool people is also not small.

If there were those who were ineffective, Zhu Fugui did not dismiss them, but sent them from the Great Northwest to Xianbeilia or Alaska as post soldiers.

This is called intra-institutional mobility.

Compliant and legal.

Presumably, the parties have nothing to complain about.

Because they are all skilled craftsmen, even if the carriage of this group of people is simple, as long as you take a closer look at the texture and coat color of those horses, you will know that this line of people is definitely not ordinary.

The fat monk opened the curtain, blocked the north wind with his burly body, and took a gray-haired old soldier from the carriage.

The old soldier was about sixty years old, but because of the scorching sun and dry wind and sand in the northwest, he looked even older.

He grabbed the fat monk's sleeve and said, "Zhixin, beef is expensive, let's not break the bank, now that the state affairs are difficult, the saint only eats one meal, how can you and I eat beef?" Pork is cheap, especially bacon and sausages, long live the transfer of two million catties to Ganshan, let's still eat sausages! ”

"Sausages again......"

The fat monk is the uncle of the Ming Dynasty, and Master Bai Zhixin Bai, who is good at killing pigs.

A son is better than a father, and a son-in-law is a son-in-law.

As half of Zhu Fugui's father, Bai Zhixin monk he never believed that the son-in-law who arched his daughter, jumped out of the window in the middle of the night, and hid in the rockery of Qinghua Pond would really eat one meal a day honestly.

But since the righteous brother wants to eat sausages, he can only eat sausages.

Hunan people's sausages, I really don't know whether there are chili peppers in the pork, or pork in the chili peppers.

Anyway, Bai Zhixin remembered that he once ate a sausage made by his sister-in-law, and his butt hurt for three whole days.

I don't even dare to use my.

Fortunately, it is a post station here, and the food should be the pig sausages made and distributed by Wajima, or the Zhu Fugui sausages sent by Beiyin and produced by the Royal Meat Factory.

Bai Zhixin hopes that it is the latter, although the pig sausage tastes good, the probability of spoilage is much greater than that of Zhu Fugui sausage.

As for fresh pork......

There are relatively few pigs in the Western Regions.

Not for that reason, but because grasslands and semi-arid desert areas are more suitable for raising sheep.

Pigs are easy creatures to feed, but they have high water requirements.

This can be seen from the branches of wild boars, which generally live in forests with abundant rainfall.

As for the warthogs that play with lions in the savannah of East Africa, they are not wild boars and have not been domesticated by humans.

Therefore, objectively speaking, the place where the peace religion originated is indeed not suitable for pig raising, and forced pig breeding can easily lead to the waste of water, causing people and pigs to compete for water.

The Chu army, who had lived in the Western Regions for a long time, had not eaten fresh pork for a long time.

Only sausages and cured meats of all kinds are always available far from the limit.

As for the most sought-after, the canned meat of the Edo Dolphin Head Immortal brand, as long as there is no air leakage, it is the hard currency in the army.

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After a while, five carriages and twenty dusty men sat down in the lobby to enjoy today's dinner.

The big sausage of Zhu Fugui, which is thick with the baby's arm, was steamed hot, sprinkled with salt, and when I took a bite, my mouth was full of oil.

Coupled with the cake and tea soup, everyone was sweating all over the food.

The fatigue along the way was swept away.

Zhu Fugui sausage is improved by Zhu Fugui based on the famous Stalin sausage.

According to the state standards of the USSR, 1 kilogram of Stalin sausage had to be made from 250 grams of high-quality beef, 700 grams of semi-fatty pork, 30 grams of eggs and 20 milliliters of milk.

It was not until Emperor Su Xian came to power and carried out drastic reforms that this delicacy that had existed for nearly half a century disappeared due to "cost".

The quality of Zhu Fugui's sausages is also inferior to Stalin's sausages, 250 grams of high-quality beef is replaced with 150 grams of white feather chicken and 100 grams of sea fish or snow crab meat, the amount of pork is reduced to 550 grams, 150 grams of flour is added, and the other ingredients remain unchanged.

All in all, Zhu Fugui sausage is still nutritious and tastes very good.

"Hiccup~"

Bai Zhixin hiccuped, took out a gold-covered ivory pick and picked his teeth.

He had forgotten which hapless prince had gotten the toothpick from.

If it was his own exquisite daughter, he would definitely scold the old father for using a toothpick used by others to pick his teeth, and it was probably a toothpick of a dead ghost, which was too unhygienic and unlucky.

Bai Zhixin himself is not so particular.

The army of Western Chu attacked the city along the way, and the Khorasan princely state who did not accept the king did not know how much it had destroyed.

As an old-style army, the military discipline of the Western Chu Army is naturally very ordinary.

Although it was constrained by the Ming Dynasty, it was impossible to "return all seizures to the public".

The third in command of the dignified Xichu, Bai Zhixin's toothpick, is really not a thing.

Even if it's an orchid......

Amitabha, the Buddha said that you can't say it, you can't say it!

Bai Zhixin picked his teeth while counting the greasy smell of sausages.

No matter how delicious it is, no one can stand it if you eat four meals in three days.

However, at this moment, someone on the side suddenly slapped the chopsticks on the table, and snorted coldly: "I can't even look down on sausages, I don't eat minced meat, do you know that when these sausages were transported to Longzhong and distributed to Qianshou to eat, how many old farmers who had never seen meat in their lives cried with joy, and how many children just twisted the sausages and their fingers with oil, all of them were shivering and shivering, and there was still an aftertaste for three days?" ”