A pot of soap is slightly solidified, light yellow with pink, revealing the aroma of fat powder.

Cut it into smooth pieces with a knife, and there were more than 30 pieces. Qin Zhong thought that he would have to prepare a mold in the future, and the size would be uniform to look better. Even so, the new green and red clay grabbed a piece by themselves, their eyes were full of joy and they couldn't put it down. Where have people in this era seen soap? Try washing your face after a while, and keep it in love.

"Bring soap and go back to my big brother." Qin Zhong called Sanfeng'er and explained carefully, "You first let him wash his face and try, and then talk to him about the cost of raw materials, and then listen to what he says, understand?" ”

"Why?" Sansa'er didn't like Qin Xiao and was a little resistant.

"Do you know how to sell?" Qin Chong's head at Sansa'er was a crisp brain.

"Okay." Sanyuer rubbed his head and replied reluctantly.

"You guys pack up, I'll go to the barracks." As he spoke, Qin Zhong picked up two jars of wine and walked out. Whether the wine is good or not, you always have to find someone to judge it. The veterans all have good wine, give them a taste.

After walking along the creek for half a moment, turning the col, there is a forest. This forest is not large, and there are more than a dozen kinds of fruit trees, and most of them are flower and fruit trees, and you can smell the rich fragrance of flowers from afar. The flowers and fruits are not big, like a small apple, and when you bite into it, it is sweet and sandy. In autumn, the trees are full of flowers and fruits, and it is very beautiful.

Go around the edge of the forest and go straight to the west, which is the station of the Xiaocai camp.

As he walked, Qin Chong suddenly stopped, looked at the woods, and sniffled vigorously. Faintly, he seemed to smell the smell of horse manure. The woods are quiet, only the breeze sweeps through the treetops, making a "whooshing" sound, and the waves are undulating. After standing for a moment, Qin Chong couldn't help but smirk.

The Shayuan Prison doesn't smell of horse manure, so is it still the Shayuan Prison?

Every inch of space here is filled with the smell of horse manure, which lasts all year round.

Humming an inexplicable tune, Qin Chong shook three times and walked towards the Xiao Cavalry Camp.

At this time, Qin Chong was in another scene of Shayuan Prison, and the sunset was melting gold. The sun was setting as it approached the horizon, and the clouds in the sky were dyed golden red. On the endless earth, the sand dunes are undulating, and the golden water seems to ripple. Between the vast heaven and earth, only Qin Chong and Yu Yu walked alone.

Qin Chong's poetry is very prosperous, and he really wants to say a sentence to express his mood at this time. But after thinking about it, I can't think of anything other than the sentence "The desert is lonely and the smoke is straight, and the sun sets on the long river". With his hands on his hips, his mouth was open for a long time, but he didn't hold back a word. Picked up the wine jar and left, quite depressed.

When I arrived at the barracks, I was just in time for dinner. squeezed into the crowd and gave myself a share. I walked around with the bowl for a long time before I found the old ghost in the corner. The old ghost was surrounded by four or five veterans, all of them with obscene faces, and they didn't know what they were talking about. Qin Zhong walked over, and with a bang, the wine jar was placed on the ground.

"Taste, taste." Qin Zhong squatted in front of the old ghost and said earnestly.

The old ghost glanced at Qin Chong and pouted in disgust. However, his hand was very fast, grabbed the wine jar, tore open the seal and poured a mouthful. When he landed, the old ghost looked stunned. After a while, he took a sip of wine. looked down at the wine in the jar, picked it up and poured it again.

There were four or five veterans around, and just looking at the old ghost's expression, they guessed that it was good wine. "Coaxed", Qi Qi stretched out his hand to grab another jar of wine, you fight for me, you grab me to block, suddenly the hand is like a flower, seeing the move, it is actually a "ping pong" fight. In an instant, all the surrounding soldiers came to watch.

"Get out, this wine belongs to Lao Tzu." The old ghost grabbed the wine jar and shouted.

"Old ghost, the riding camp is not happy to eat alone."

"Come on, come on, old ghost, don't fight."

.........

All of them are veterans, and no one has any ambiguity in their hands. Suddenly, the old ghost was besieged by everyone.

"Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you." Seeing that so many people wanted to get started, the old ghost immediately confessed. A jar was divided, and they snatched it up and down. I sat down on the ground again, drank wine with a smile, and watched several people fight again because of the unfair sharing of wine. "Hit, hit." The mouth is shouting, and the coaxing is constant.

"How's this wine, old ghost?" Qin Chong asked with a smug expression.

"Make do with it." The old ghost doesn't give face.

"Improvised? Then don't drink it. "Qin Chong is gone, and he is going to grab the wine jar. The old ghost's wrist flipped, and the wine jar deftly turned over, and when it came to the old ghost's other hand, the wine was not spilled.

Qin Zhong grabbed the air, his eyes glared at the old ghost, and he was angry.

"Stingy." The old ghost took another sip and said with a smile, "How can the wine sent out be taken back." ”

"Does it taste good?" Qin Chong was amused, and asked with a smile.

"It's delicious." The old ghost had gentle eyes and said with a smile.

"Is it enough?"

"It's a little worse than burning a knife."

"Don't worry, it'll be soon." Qin Chong smiled mysteriously, "It's more energetic than burning a knife." ”

"It's not the right business." The old ghost didn't appreciate it, and said with a split head.

"Hehe, don't delay studying and practicing martial arts." Qin Chong smiled, "Make some money to spend." ”

"That's right." The old ghost smiled strangely, "A sister-in-law, life is not as good as a person, and he is a little miserable." ”

Qin Chong was suddenly a little embarrassed and speechless. was bullied by an Aunt Liu for several years, and it was really miserable to think about it. However, after stealing the horse, Aunt Liu was frightened, and she must stop in the future. Even if she still has some moths, Qin Chong also has a way, so that she can't eat and walk around.

When a soldier drinks, he never drinks slowly, and he doesn't have much effort, and the two jars have bottomed out. The fruit wine is soft and easy to drink, and it tastes like sugar water. However, Qin Chong's fruit wine has been distilled once, and the strength of the wine is not the same. As soon as the little wind blew, the wine suddenly surged, and I was a little dizzy.

The time in the barracks was relaxing and happy. Before you know it, the night is dark. The noisy barracks gradually fell silent. Only scattered torches remained, swaying in the wind. The patrols that walk by from time to time, with sonorous armor, are the most reassuring lullaby for the soldiers. Without this voice, I would not be able to sleep.

Qin Chong also drank the wine and fell on the old ghost's bed in a daze. The old ghost sat in the shadow in front of the military tent, looking up at the waning moon in the sky, looking gloomy, not knowing what to think. Occasionally, I grabbed the wine gourd, took a sip gently, held it in my mouth but didn't swallow it, and slowly felt the spiciness, churning and raging between my tongue.

There are ten people in a military tent, which is exactly two teams and one team. They ate and slept together, went to the battlefield, and were the most reliable backs, even if they died in battle, they also died together. At this moment, the snoring rises and falls, and it has long been asleep. Only the old ghost, guarding the iron laws of the battlefield, hiding in the night, guarding his comrades.

Although the Shayuan Prison is calm and has long been away from the battlefield, the old ghost is still the same, and the habits that he once developed on the battlefield have been deeply rooted in his bones. For several years, he has maintained a vigilant style.

In the second half of the night, the old ghost was a little tired, and stood up and moved his legs and feet. As soon as he stood up, he faintly heard a muffled snort, followed by the sound of his body falling to the ground. The old ghost was excited, this kind of sound, he was extremely familiar, and he would never hear it wrong. There was an enemy touching the camp, and the old ghost quickly made a judgment.

As a scout, it's common to explore the camp. Not only do you have to look at the enemy's defenses, but you also have to retreat with your whole body. If it weren't for his skill, boldness, and carefulness, he wouldn't be able to do scouting. Obviously, the means of coming were too poor, and when they killed the sentry, they made the sentry make a noise, and let the corpse fall to the ground naturally.

The old ghost pursed his lips, very disdainful in his heart. Reflexively entered the house and woke up Qin Chong.

"Old ghost." Qin Chong was dazed, reaching out and rubbing his eyes.

"Hurry up and inform He Wu'er, someone is touching the camp." After that, he grabbed the waist knife next to the bed and stuffed it into Qin Chong's arms.

Qin Chong was full of excitement, completely sobered up, and jumped out of bed with a "poof", his eyes flashed with excitement, and he looked eager to try. Unexpectedly, the old ghost glared, and a "snap" slap was slapped on Qin Chong's head, and said in a deep voice, "Be cautious in all battles, and don't underestimate the enemy." ”

"Obedience." Qin Zhong learned the appearance of a soldier and gave a military salute.

"Go, remember to hide your figure." The old ghost admonished.

"Understood." Qin nodded in response and dodged out of the military tent.

The old ghost also followed out of the house, and under the cover of darkness, he scurried out like a tanuki, and his body was as fast as lightning, but he did not make the slightest sound. He did not rush to warn, but wanted to check first to determine the number of enemies and the purpose of touching the camp. Soon, he found the fallen sentry, and there was no other figure around.

Leaning over and touching it, the sentry was stabbed in the throat, bleeding profusely, and there was no help.

At this moment, the old ghost lay on the ground, trying to identify the footprints by the light of the fire in the distance. However, the light around him is too weak, and his eyesight is no longer menstruating. Only half of the footprints were found, and the toes were rushing towards the back camp. The old ghost listened, and the camp was silent, except for the night wind blowing through the roof of the tent, making a slight whining sound.

At this moment, a black figure flashed out from behind one tent, quickly crossed the aisle, and disappeared into the dark shadows of another tent. The old ghost's eyes lit up, and he dodged and followed. It was as if he was stepping on cotton, and he landed silently. The speed is not slow, and in the blink of an eye, it has been pasted to the distance of the black shadow.

The black shadows touched the tents one by one, and kept touching, as if they were looking for someone.

For a moment, the shadow had not yet found its target.

Thinking about what happened recently, the old ghost smiled darkly, and he roughly guessed the target of the black shadow.

In addition to Liu Zihao, what other people or things are worth making such a big move? And who can mobilize the elite in the army and sneak into the army to rescue people, except for the Shuai Si behind the scenes, who can do it?

The dark shadows were still scurrying around, but the old ghosts had already seen through their purpose.

The old ghost did not alarm the black shadow, and quietly retreated. Now that he knows the enemy's target and doesn't set a trap for them, is he embarrassed to call them an old ghost? To the enemy ghost, this is the signature of his old ghost. In countless games with the enemy, the ghost trick has miserably pitted the enemy, and countless times, saving the lives of himself and his comrades.

Soon, the old ghost converged with He Wu'er and Qin Chong, and along with him, there were more than a dozen veterans, all of whom were quietly called out by He Wu'er. Several people bumped their heads, but they didn't say a word, stretched out their hands and gestured a few times, and the military information had already been transmitted. He Wu'er nodded, patted Qin Chong on the shoulder, got up and ran forward.

Qin Chong had learned from the old ghost, so he could understand sign language. The old ghost was responsible for leading the enemy, and He Wu'er led people to ambush.

In a moment, more than a dozen people quietly arrived at the door of the dungeon. He Wu'er was half-squatting and used sign language to convey orders. Five people on the left, five people on the right, each holding a bow and arrow to wait for the enemy, with He Wu'er whistle as the signal, left and right volleys; He Wu'er and Qin Chong are responsible for blocking the back road. There are three other people who are arranged in the dungeon, and at the critical moment, they can be killed from within.

At the entrance of the dungeon, a trap has been quickly laid, waiting for the enemy to throw himself into the net.