"Brothers, I won't eat, I'll take care of the horses."

Feng Shuo made an excuse and slipped out of the so-called banquet. It doesn't matter if you don't participate in this banquet, there is no wine and no women, and the food is extremely unpalatable, and the barbecue is not even salted!

Seriously, if it weren't for the enthusiasm of Zhang Bandit's gang and the gold placed on the table in the middle of the banquet that people couldn't take their eyes off, Feng Shuo estimated that Sun Li's subordinates would also find an excuse to leave and not want to participate in this banquet.

It is estimated that they have never seen such a shabby banquet, after all, Zhang Bandit is too poor.

Feng Shuo's departure attracted the attention of the second master, and he glanced at his cronies, and someone immediately followed.

"Brother, where are you going?"

"Drink too much water, go to the toilet."

"Oh, together."

From the performance analysis of the two who followed, Feng Shuo estimated that they were going to do it tonight.

He pretended to chat warmly with the two of them while thinking back to the way he came. The camp chosen by the second master is next to the depression, not as deep as Zhang Xianzhong said, and the horses are tied to the woods more than 100 meters away from the camp.

"I said, two brothers, you have a hard life, and you don't have much salt."

The two people who pretended to be convenient, but actually came to spy on him, suddenly looked embarrassed, and Gu Zuo said to him.

Can it not be bitter, there may be boats passing by every day along the coast around Jinshan City, and they dare not go even if they want to dig some naturally dried salt among the reefs. That is, at night, he secretly filled seawater and boiled salt in an iron pot seized from the mining area, which was bitter and astringent, and it was difficult to swallow.

Even if it's an iron pot, there aren't many of them to use. All kinds of iron products were given to the chief of the brown-skinned savage as a dowry by the second master, and they were overjoyed. is also like this to please the brown-skinned savage, and after the second master got his daughter pregnant, he was not killed by the brown-skinned savage, but accepted him.

But they are miserable.

Although mining in the mining area of the commercial bank is very tiring, at least every day is full, and there are vegetables, rice and meat.

The two of them had long regretted joining Zhang Xianzhong's team, but they didn't dare to say it.

They have an idea now, hoping that after helping the second master get this batch of horses this time, they will return to the tribe, and the second master can come back with a few good foods, they really can't hold back.

These two people originally came to pretend to be convenient, but when they saw Feng Shuo squatting there crackling extremely happily, they suddenly felt that their stomachs were turning upside down. They have been constipated for a long time, and they can't eat vegetables and fiber at all with Zhang Xianzhong, only roasted roasted meat that is charred on the outside and raw on the inside. There is no starch, no fiber, and it is strange that it is inconvenient to be constipated.

In order to drive the two away, Feng Shuo deliberately used his mouth to imitate the serial "stinky fart" that made people frown when he listened to it, but he didn't expect it to make the two of them envious. One of them couldn't help it, and also found a place to take off his pants and desperately wanted to join Feng Shuo's "solo".

It's a pity that he used all the strength to feed, and he couldn't even make a sound. He could only get up helplessly, and another person quickly replaced him, but he also got up with a gloomy expression after a while.

Feng Shuo, whose feet were numb, also got up silently, observing that the faces of the two were very similar to those Mongolians he had met, and he knew what these two people were doing just now. Mongolians rarely eat vegetables, Monan is better, Mobei is very lacking in vegetables, the wild vegetables on the grassland are simply not enough to supply the entire tribe, and the efficiency of collection is extremely low, so Mongolians rely on tea to maintain the supply of vitamins.

During the Southern Song Dynasty and the Yuan Dynasty, it is good to say that after the Ming Dynasty, the tea trade on the grassland came and went. The most stable was the Orthodox Dynasty's Tumubao Rebellion, the Ming Dynasty stopped the Northern Expedition and had a stable trade with Mongolia. However, from the beginning of Zhang Juzheng's reform, the Wanli Dynasty directly stopped all trade with the grassland. Whether it was Tatar or Warat, seeing that the threat was useless, they began to frequently disturb the border, and only then did they have the Northern Expedition.

In the decades before and after the Northern Expedition, there were more and more people on the grassland who could not eat vegetables and could not get vitamin supplements. Fortunately, the tribal patriarchs are really only able to dig wild vegetables to supplement vitamins, and constipation abounds.

Feng Shuo thought of this, turned his head, and talked about the stir-fried dishes he had eaten in the city of Maoshan.

Is Liu Yifeng a Bashu person, the per capita consumption of vegetables in various provinces and cities in China in later generations has not been in the top 5 in Bashu every year, and Sichuan cuisine also has a variety of vegetable practices, whether it is traditional or absorbing foreign dishes and then localizing. He himself also loves to eat vegetables, and the most important thing in the manors around Jishan City is vegetables, stir-frying, boiling, steaming, and all kinds of tricks, and the two of them are extremely uncomfortable but can't bear to shut up Feng Shuo.

"Cut the eggplant into slices, sandwich the meat between the two slices, wrap it in egg wash, then wrap it in corn starch, throw it into the oil pan and fry it, and the taste is gone. The salty aroma of the meat, the soft and juicy eggplant, with brown sugar and the sweet and sour sauce that comes out of the rough stir-fry, I can eat 5 big steamed buns by myself! ”

Feng Shuo has a talent for chatting, he likes to brag, and he also enjoys the concentration of others when they listen to him brag, and he has unconsciously practiced some eloquence. One of them was already swallowing his saliva, and the other was not much better, his eyes were red and he couldn't see what he was looking at at him, only a plate of fish-flavored eggplant cakes (no chili version).

"Shallots (onions) are cut into shreds, and then some shredded fatty meat, stir-fry the lard, add shredded shallots, just stir-fry, a little salt, a little pepper, the spicy taste of the shredded shallots is fried, only fresh and sweet, with crispy meat residues after boiling out of oil, not to mention how delicious."

Then he began to talk about fried oil and wheat vegetables, hanging cabbage shreds with crab broth, and Liu Yifeng's team's most popular Bashu specialty in later generations: diving kimchi. As he spoke, he approached the two of them, they were defenseless at all, fantasizing about the food that Feng Shuo had never heard of in his mouth, and then one of them was strangled by Feng Shuo, twisted and turned, and fell to the ground. The other was still a little dazed, and only realized what had happened after watching his companion fall to the ground, but unfortunately before he could shout, a dagger was sent into his neck.

After hiding the two corpses, Feng Shuo changed into the smelly, dirty, and tattered clothes of one of them, and walked to the place where the horse was tethered.

"What people!"

"Me."

Feng Shuo tightened the dagger in his hand, a little worried about being exposed. He didn't know if Zhang Bandit's people had slogans or something, so he could only get as close as possible to the other party and try to kill the three people guarding the horses before the alarm was raised.

It's not an easy job. But he was lucky, the other party held the torch and saw that it was a familiar tattered clothes, and before he could see who it was, he put down the torch, and Feng Shuo's face was hidden in the shadows.

"Shift change? Why did a person come. ”

"No, I'm ready to do it, let me inform you."

Feng Shuo approached the man with the torch as he spoke, and the other two went into a daze again when they saw them talking, but the man with the torch felt that something was wrong.

Although I can't see the face, everyone gets along day and night, and the body shape is still quite familiar. Although Feng Shuo is not as tall as Liu Yifeng, in terms of the average of this era, he can definitely be regarded as tall.

"Who are you? Yes! ”

The dagger plunged directly into his neck, and Feng Shuo snatched the torch from his hand and threw it at the other two without looking. He doesn't want to hit anyone, he just interferes with them.

The interference was successful, and he quickly approached one while the two were dodging the torches, emerged from him, and sent the dagger into his flank. But he stabbed too hard, and the dagger stuck in the man's side ribs, and he couldn't pull it out, so he simply grabbed the man and used him as a shield to block the last man's attack.

The poor fellow, with a dagger stuck in his waist, was stabbed twice, and died without a blind eye.

When Feng Shuo threw away the corpse, he pulled out the short knife at his waist and began a confrontation with the person opposite.

"Bastard, who are you!?"

"Hmph, the Maritime Administration!"

"What!?"

The torch was lying on the ground, so that the two of them could not see each other very clearly, Feng Shuo intended to pretend that the Maritime Safety Bureau would scare the other party, and then took the opportunity to sneak attack, but he didn't expect that the other party was indeed frightened, and directly took out a wooden whistle and blew it.

If it was normal during the day, the moment the person took out the wooden whistle, Feng Shuo would attack, and he would definitely not let him blow it. But now the visibility is actually very poor, and he thinks that the other party is pulling out a weapon, and he doesn't care.

The whistle that broke the silence of the night was interrupted just as it was about to reach its highest note, but it was enough, and even the less joyous banquet halls could hear it clearly.

"What's wrong?"

Sun Li's people looked at the people around them and suddenly became extremely nervous, not knowing what was happening.

The second master subconsciously turned his head to look at him, and he didn't know what was going on, but according to the agreement, the whistle would only be blown when attacked, so the second master, who became the focus of the audience, decisively threw the wooden bowl in his hand, pulled out his weapon and sent it into the body of Sun Li's men who looked confused beside him.

Hearing that there was already a commotion behind him, Feng Shuo knew that there was no need to hide it, so he directly pulled out the fire gun that had been prepared a long time ago and aimed it at the man: "Keep blowing." ”

After seeing the firecracker, the man didn't dare to blow it, the whistle stopped like this, he thought for 1 second and was ready to fight hard, but was killed by a shot.

The sound of the fire bolt made the people in the banquet hall even more frightened, and the fighting became more intense. Feng Shuo looked at the venue and sighed, knowing that he couldn't save everyone.

He decisively put away the firecracker, picked up the torch, and skillfully untied the reins of the 5 war horses and his favorite horse, these 6 war horses are all human, and they were not led aside by Feng Shuo without running around. He ran back and cut the reins of the 15 horses, and slashed them in the ass for each of them, and the horses began to gallop in pain.

The 15 horses ran around causing chaos among the people who rushed over, some tried to appease them but were knocked away, some immediately began to run back when they saw this, and some tried to bypass them to catch Feng Shuo. But in the end, they could only see Feng Shuo string the reins of five of Sun Li's war horses with a long rope, and then fled with them into the night, and the torch in his hand finally became a small spark.

One person with many horses, ordinary foot horses will rush and run, but the long-trained war horse is very adaptable, knowing to follow the front horse to follow the direction of the reins to keep running at a constant speed. This is the skill of the Mongols, who conquered most of Asia and drank the Danube, and one person with many horses was one of the factors of their combat effectiveness.

As a horse dealer who has dealt with the Mongols all year round, Feng Shuo is extremely skilled in this hand. He wasn't going to run far, just find a place to hide until dawn, after all, he was not familiar with the night road, and it was easy to have an accident when running at night.

During the day, relying on the horse's strong ability to know the way, he improved the reins, ran for a day and a night with five horses, and returned to the camp before the sun went down.

Just when he was about to accept the praise of everyone on his face, he found that the atmosphere in the camp was very strange.

"Hard work, Lao Feng, I know that only you can do this task."

When Liu Yifeng praised himself so much, Feng Shuo would only feel happy and proud, and he would definitely start to brag endlessly. But now he has no mind, because he feels that something is wrong.

Liu Yifeng briefly told him about what happened in the past two days, and said: "Ni Kantu sacrificed, and the person who killed Ni Kantu was Zhang Xianzhong. ”