Fortunately, Wu Sangui still knows how to be ashamed, and after eating the eggs, he blushed and gnawed on the burnt sweet potatoes without a bite, and he looked like he was eating a piece of poop.

When the family members saw that this little ancestor had finally been served, they secretly relaxed, and then picked up the fragrant sweet potatoes and devoured them happily.

One was really hungry, ate faster, accidentally choked, and was busy drinking half a bamboo cup of water with the help of his companions, and looked at Huang Chongzhen, who was coming over, and smiled awkwardly.

Gu Yanwu took in this scene, and at the same time, he was almost choked by an egg, so he drank a sip of warm water, took a small sip of the second egg, glanced at his rough father with big black eyes for a long time, and saw that he was still hesitating, so he couldn't help but shout: "Daddy......"

Gu Tongying's strong tiger body shook slightly, and after thinking about it, he finally felt that sooner or later he would have to go back anyway, so it was better to enter the customs with this group of little generals, and take care of each other.

- He is also a former soldier, and he knows a lot about this increasingly chaotic Ming Dynasty, the so-called officers and soldiers, and he is not without worries in his heart.

And the Guan Ning army with Ning Yuan's great victory, as well as the power of Juehua's "tragic victory", even if it is a small soldier, as long as he carries a military order, he can walk on every inch of land in the Ming Dynasty.

What's more, in this small team, there are not only Zu Dashou's brothers, but also the little generals of the Wu family.

If you want to bring a group of people into the customs, not only is it not the slightest difficulty, but it is still a great feat.

Thinking of this, Gu Tongying finally nodded.

The rest of the men in Gujiazhuang were obviously headed by him.

Seeing that he had decided, none of them expressed any other opinions-they missed their relatives during the festive season, in fact, they also wanted to go back.

Although the female dependents are outsiders, the women of the Han family have always followed their husbands.

So the men decided, so they didn't have any opinions, although it was inevitable that they would not be able to leave their homeland, but they wanted to go to the prosperous Jiangnan in their husband's mouth to have a look, and start a better life there.

Ordinary people, after all, yearn for a better life.

With such a calculation, Gujiazhuang acted extremely efficiently.

Some of the men went to collect animal traps, some went fishing, and some tidied up the fields so that they could bring the last grain in the fields, but they were somewhat reluctant to give up the fertile soil that they had cultivated with their own hands.

The women cleaned up the tenders at home and made cakes and scones so that they could have more dry food on the road.

The rice wine that I drank last night was poured into a leather pot or bamboo tube, and the sisters-in-law with thick waists and round shoulders easily moved the huge wooden barrels at home outside the door.

Seeing that he was about to dump the fragrant rice wine residue in the barrel into the ditch, Huang Chongzhen happened to see it, and hurriedly stopped it loudly, and in a hurry, even his calm voice became a little sharp.

Everyone looked at him in surprise, wondering why this steady teenager was suddenly so excited.

But at the end of the day, Huang Chong really stopped the waste of food by the eldest sister-in-law and the younger daughter-in-law.

The young people in Guan Ning were silent with a smile, they had already seen Huang Chongzhen's skill of distilling rice grains and turning them into soju, and they had tasted it more than once.

In the past few days in Gujiazhuang, that is, because of the burning knife he carried before, even the last bite was sprinkled on the bank of the Hunhe River to pay tribute to the souls of the Sichuan and Zhejiang troops buried in that deep land.

Otherwise, I will definitely take it out and drink it with the bold male protagonists of Gujiazhuang.

There happened to be a small bamboo garden nearby, probably because Gu Tongying had a Jiangnan plot, and he raised it outside this Great Wall with a relatively low average temperature.

Huang Chongzhen went to the bamboo garden to cut a few fresh bamboos, chose a wooden barrel of a good size, found a few clothes of the Gu family's men, and built a boiler in the courtyard with stones.

A simple equipment for distilling rice sake lees into shochu was completed.

This is something I learned from the village when I was still very young in my previous life - almost all the adult men in the village can do it, but his adoptive father, who is a little lame, has never known how to pick up ready-made.

In that new era of increasingly prosperous society and increasingly developed science and technology, it is probably the ancient villages deep in the southeast hills that hold on to such an ancient crystallization handed down by our ancestors.

After growing up, Huang Chongzhen applied for intangible cultural heritage for this ancient Chinese skill.

Gu Yanwu was curious and enthusiastic to help on the side, and when he saw a clear spring-like transparent liquid, which was led to the altar by a slender hollow bamboo, he immediately screamed in surprise, attracting a lot of attention.

The rich aroma of wine gradually overflowed to every corner of Gujia Zhuangzi.

Whether it was the woman who was tidying up in the house, or the man who happened to return to the village, or the child who was naughty and chasing, or the few remaining war horses that were carefully cared for, and the idle Wu Sangui, they all gathered around.

While stugging at the same time, salivating.

Huang Chongzhen took a full bowl and handed it to Zu Dale with a smile.

Zu Dale had long known the power of burning knives, how dare he suffocate it into his stomach, but he also took a big sip, pretended to wipe his beard, let out a long "ah", and praised sincerely: "It's really good wine." ”

Then, he handed it to Wu Sangui, who was staring at him.

The latter is just like a prostitute who has not opened a meat for a long time, and when he sees the sow, he pounces on it.

After taking the clear head wine that still had more than half a bowl left, he didn't dislike the smell of his little cousin's saliva, and as soon as his neck was tilted, he poured it into his stomach with a clatter-this young master has no habit of leaving room for others.

The head wine was mellow and strong, and I saw that Wu Sangui's white and tender face instantly turned red, and his stomach was as hot as a river and a sea, but he closed his mouth tightly and refused to let the mellow wine escape a bit.

After a long time, he opened his mouth and squirted out a long wine burp and shouted, "Cool! It's been a long time since I've been so cool! ”

Even this wine belch is mixed with his strong bad breath, and he can also smell the mellow aroma of the wine, which is no less than burning a knife.

Huang Chongzhen gave him a thumbs up sincerely to show his admiration, Wu Sangui smiled at the ground, casually threw away the coarse porcelain bowl, turned around and staggered towards Gu Tongying's house.

Huang Chongzhen padded the coarse porcelain bowl with the instep of his foot to take it, and quickly glanced around and saw that there was no sister-in-law in the crowd of onlookers.

I was afraid that someone with a pair of thief eyes would always glance at her beautiful figure, and she would mess around after drinking, and she hurriedly asked Zu Dale to follow.

Zu Dale knew the temperament of this cheap nephew, so he simply took another bowl of wine and chased after him, half-coaxed and half-deceived him, and accompanied him for a while to play with him after drinking and being majestic, then helped him into the firewood room and coaxed him to sleep.

"There are no idlers in the mountains, everyone is busy. Only Wu Sangui slept a lot. Gu Yanwu was playing with the big windmill made for him by his big brother Chongzhen, and a limerick poem was already at his fingertips.

Gu Laohan's face was full of embarrassment, Gu Xiaoniang's face was ashamed and angry, and the rest of the people all clapped their hands and praised: "Good poem!" What a poem! ”

It wasn't until late at night that all the lees were burned to a mellow and transparent soju.

The remaining wine residues were sprinkled into the soil by the Gu family men, and they were regarded as the final fertilization of this heavy land that had raised Zhuangzi for many years, no matter whether they would come back in the future or not, they finally lived up to their acquaintance.

After a busy day and a night's work, everyone was a little tired.

After a simple wash with lukewarm water, they all fall asleep.

In order to return to Kannai as soon as possible, everyone was so busy for three consecutive days.

This is after Huang Chongzhen came to Daming...... No, since I became a half-grown teenager in my last life, I have never had an experience, and this time I regained it, it is really memorable.

After three days of idleness, the farm life was busy and fulfilling, and although the body was tired, the heart was extremely relaxed.

The military order is like a mountain, the military situation is like fire, Huang Chongzhen naturally knows it.

But he also understands how important it is to let these teenagers' tense love strings for countless days be relaxed for a few days.

After all, people do not use steel wires, and even if they are steel wires, if they are tight for a long time, they will become loose.

He thinks that people's toughness is more like a spring, and says that the quaint point is like bamboo, and the relaxation can be moderate, so that he can maintain the durability of a man while having a strong fighting spirit and combat power.

Although Yuan Chonghuan was eager to know the information of Houjin, he also knew that this trip was really dangerous, so he did not set a hard date for returning to the camp.

Therefore, a spy war spy under the cover of an envoy, under the deliberate creation of Huang Chongzhen, is a bit like an adventure self-driving trip, with many twists and turns in the process, but after a battle of wits and courage, he finally embarked on the way home.

Although the way back was not a smooth road, I could decisively take a detour to the west, a trek, and several chasing battles, and finally saw my compatriots with the same roots, and I was getting closer and closer to the Chinese homeland within the Great Wall.

The closer they got to their hometown, the teenagers' originally relaxed mood became urgent, and they returned to their hearts like arrows.

Wild vegetables and sweet potatoes and fatty fresh fish caught from the Liuhe River are mostly coarse millet as the staple food, and the wheat is far less finely ground than in later generations.

But it is enough for the teenagers to eat too much barbecue, so that they always fart their stomachs, get excellent conditioning, and also add a lot of nutrients to the land.

Seeing that the pimples on the faces of the teenagers were red and white, there were traces of improvement, and Huang Chongzhen felt very relieved for the three days of repair.

Three days later, at dawn.

The big roosters in the village opened their throats to clock in to work as usual, and then the sisters-in-law who looked a little irritable pinched their necks and put them in the chicken coop, ready to take these domesticated beasts to the gate.

Every time they move, the Chinese children who are in love with the old are always reluctant to do this, reluctant to that, even if some objects look old and old, and have no value, but the Chinese genes, inherited from ancient times, are like this.

It's just that in this way, there are so many things to take away, so many that everyone has a big bag.

Even Gu Yanwu, these children, carried a sealed small cage in their hands, leaving only a gas outlet and feeding mouth.