Before crossing, as a qualified ...... of the National Geological Survey Team Chefs, survival skills in the wild are naturally not bad; Of course, Yang Chuan's proudest skill is naturally cooking vegetables.

Whether it is the unique Northwest beef and mutton, various pasta, or the so-called eight major cuisines such as Shandong, Sichuan, Guangdong, Suzhou, Fujian, Zhejiang, Hunan and Hui, he will basically order 100 million points.

So, boiling a pot of fatty and delicious lamb meat is not difficult for him.

If conditions permit, he can even make a decent whole sheep feast, stir-fried lamb tripe, salt-and-pepper lamb liver, dry fried oil sausage, spicy lamb's trotters, steamed bowl of lamb, and yellow stewed mutton, all of which were his specialties.

Yang Chuan also believed that the packets of 'condiments' on his body were enough to poison hundreds of cattle.

But the problem is that these Huns are purely here to find fault, to take the opportunity to beat and intimidate the Qiang people, and they are not executed because the mutton cooked by the slave is not delicious!

In addition, even if he poisoned these Huns, what would he do after that?

The Qiang groveled before the Huns, shy and tame than lambs, but they were even more ferocious when confronted with their own kind, weaker than their own.

When punishing slaves, they often burst into an astonishing imagination, such as dripping hot mutton fat on the slaves' eyeballs and ears......

Like all the weakling, the Qiang people don't like pain and death, so they like to watch others die in pain.

Yang Chuan glanced at the big snow mountain in the distance and sighed secretly.

What can a twelve-year-old cook do?

He skinned and washed a little unmarried sheep, soaked it in clean water, and then went into a grove with an axe, cut a piece of fresh pine wood, and dug up some wild vegetables in the grassland.

When stewing mutton, putting a piece of fresh pine wood in the pot is the key to the freshness of the meaty soup; Wild leek flowers, shallots (wild garlic), and shallots are important ingredients.

And a handful of fresh coriander (yansui) is the soul of mutton......

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When Yang Chuan returned, several Huns had already entered the tent and were fighting hand-to-hand with the Qiang women, which was their responsibility and obligation, as the most sturdy men on the grassland, they had the right to sow their own seeds on other people's land.

Danmu Jitou stood at the door of a tent, his hands in his sheepskin robe, and his eyes were a little gloomy: "Han cub, don't think about playing any tricks, if you can't cook delicious mutton, I promise to make you regret coming to this world." ”

Regarding Danmuji's threat, Yang Chuan was unheard.

In his eyes, this Qiang man with blue lips and bloodshot eyeballs was actually a dead man.

Is this the seventh or the eighth?

Yang Chuan didn't want to give away his life inexplicably, so in the past few years, those Qiang people who had threatened and bullied him died inexplicably.

Aconitine is a good thing, the effect of the drug is relatively slow, but it lasts for a long time, it can paralyze the nerve center of the person, make people's heart beat faster, blur vision, and become irritable......

Listening to the tent, those Qiang women made a lamb-like cry under the gallop of the Huns.

Yang Chuan was slightly regretful.

Because the mutton before was not delicious, the Huns did not swallow enough poison, and it was always a little bit worse...... Well, add a little more weight.

Most of the hour passed quickly.

The lamb is ripe in seven or eight, and it's time to put salt.

This step is very important, and it is the key to ensure that the beef and mutton are soft and refreshing, fat but not greasy, and thin but not firewood, and it was once the secret of some chefs in later generations.

Yang Chuan pounded the wild leek flowers into a paste, sprinkled some green salt into it and pickled them, and cut the shallots, shallots, and coriander into fine pieces for later use.

Cavalry?

Sure enough, before he could react, several Huns from Hutian Haiti rushed out of the tent, and after only three or five breaths, they tidied up their sheepskin robes and drew their knives in their hands: "Three hundred horsemen in the southwest direction, not the cavalry of our Huns!" ”

"Danmuji, what's going on?"

Sure enough, it is the overlord of the steppe, and it is at this moment that it can be seen that these Huns are born warriors.

"Don't be nervous, the warriors of our tribe are back."

Danmuji glanced into the distance a few times, then turned his head and smiled: "Those damned Otsuki clans and rest merchants always want to bypass us and smuggle their spices and gems to the Central Plains in exchange for Han silk.

So, I sent the warriors of the tribe to block the road and rob it, hahaha......"

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When there was no fighting, the Huns' cavalry was sluggish and wooden, and they were inconspicuous shepherds, who did not look vicious at all.

There is even a very strange sense of generosity.

They would invite strangers to eat meat, drink, dance, sing, and invite young people of different races into their tents to spend the night with their mothers, wives and daughters.

So, they despise the Qiang people.

Because these Qiang warriors are too sassy.

They are a shy pack of lambs, but when they turn over and get on their horses, they immediately imagine themselves as an invincible group of steppe wolves, and even when they are usually grazing, they will ride their horses like a convulsive horse.

Seeing the three hundred cavalry rushing towards him, the ten commanders of the Huns sneered: "Danmuji, this is your warrior?" ”

"Yes, Venerable Master Ten," said Danmuji respectfully, "they are also the warriors of your Huns, and they will be lackeys as long as they are needed!" ”

The ten commanders of the Huns nodded slightly: "Slaughter fifteen sheep, reward." ”

Danmuji answered the promise and shouted loudly: "The honorable Hun Lord has given an order, slaughter fifteen fat sheep, and reward our warriors!" ”

After the three hundred cavalry saw the Huns, they were very nervous, and after turning over and dismounting, they stood in the distance in a proper manner.

"Patriarch Danmuji, we have a heavy gift that we can offer to the honorable Xiongnu!" A Qiang warrior said loudly.

"What kind of gift?" Dankiyoshi frowned slightly.

"We have caught a Han envoy," said another Qiang warrior, "and a full fifty loads of good things, spices, precious stones...... By the way, the patriarch, there are thirteen female slaves who rest in peace! ”

Han envoys?

After hearing the words 'Han messenger', not only the faces of Danmuji and the Huns changed greatly, but even Yang Chuan, who was silently stewing meat not far away, was also in a mood.

Trapped under the distant Kunlun Mountains for five or six years, this is the best news he has ever heard.

Of course, it could be the worst news......

"You captured a Han envoy?" The Hun Commander asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, Venerable Master Ten." A Qiang warrior waved his hand proudly, and soon, two middle-aged men with blue noses and swollen faces were pushed over.

One is a Han Chinese, tall and thin, with a clear face; The other is a Huns, more than nine feet long, like a half-cut black iron tower.

A Qiang warrior stepped forward quickly and handed an eight-foot-long bamboo pole with a gold and silver hoop to the Hun Commander: "My lord, please see, this should be a token of the Han envoy, right?" Look, there are three yak tails hanging on it. ”

The Hun Commander took the 'bamboo pole' with a blank look on his face.

In front of the Qiang people, he is the master, but in fact, among the Huns, he is a small ten-master with a low status, and he has never seen any Han envoys, let alone this kind of 'token' representing the Han emperor......

Yang Chuan recognized it at a glance, it was 'Jiexuan (mao)'!

It is mainly bamboo, the handle is eight feet long (about one meter eight), and it is triple with yak tail...... Sima Qian wrote very clearly in his "Historical Records".

So, who will this messenger of the Great Han be?

Zhang Qian? Fu Jiezi? Su Wu? Ban Chao?

"The Huns? Are you a subordinate of King Hugh Tu, or a subordinate of the Evil King? ”

Just as Yang Chuan was pondering, the Han man spoke, and it was actually a smooth Xiongnu dialect: "I am Zhang Qian, the envoy of the Han Dynasty, and I will be presumptuous when I wait for Hugh, and I will not send the envoy of the great country to meet your king!" ”

It turned out to be Bowang Hou Zhang Qian.

I saw that he was disheveled, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, obviously he had suffered a lot of Qiang people before, but at this moment he still held his head high, righteous and strict, and reprimanded the Huns as soon as he opened his mouth, and did not care about the immediate crisis and personal life and death.

Yang Chuan only felt a stirring in his heart, and hot tears couldn't help but welled up in his eyes: Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, Wei Qing, Huo Quzhi, Zhang Qian, Li Guang, Zhao Ponu, Sima Qian, Su Wu......

They are all good men!

Yang Chuan took a deep breath, collected his thoughts, and began to rethink and refine his plan: he prepared a table of meals, but suddenly there were more than 300 guests, and he wanted to catch them all......

Seems a little unrealistic?