Yang Chuan believes that a qualified cook is often also a qualified knife maker: whether it is cutting ingredients or cleaning up people, he must be at ease.

Who says kitchen knives aren't knives?

As long as the idea is right and the method is right, a kitchen knife can actually solve many things in this world.

Except, of course, the kind of bad things that are in people's hearts.

To deal with these three 'comrades' in Fengsui, Yang Chuan's method was simple and rude.

He carried his bags on his back, turned around and walked down the beacon, walked straight to the three men, and said, "Uncles, the boy will discuss something with you. ”

"What?" A man asked casually.

"The boy is responsible for cooking, if a few are satisfied, they must clean all the sheepskins, dog skin mattresses, clothes, etc., and agree to take a bath every three days, if you think it is not cost-effective, the boy will leave by himself and go to another place to live."

Then, without waiting for the three men to exert their might, Yang Chuan turned around and went down the mountain.

The three beacons looked at each other, and when they remembered to clean up the thin monkey fiercely, they saw that the kid had long since disappeared......

……

So, two and a half hours later.

On the east mountain of the moon, the earth is quiet, the cold wind outside the plug is one after another, the whole 'Shimen Ancient Road' is shrouded in the moonlight, and there are only a few bangzi 'Duo Duo' sounds.

In the dock wall of the ugly beacon, Yang Chuan was lying on a horse zazi, looking up at the bright moon, bowing his head to eat roast chicken, and a leisurely and complacent appearance was very jealous.

The three beacons grimaced, gritting their teeth and cursing while cleaning the torn sheepskins and dog skin mattresses.

"Yang Chuan thief, count you ruthless!"

"It's clearly a lowly person, and he is a son, Yang Chuan, you, you're not a person!"

“……”

The three of them scolded badly, and they wanted to stand up and teach the thin monkey a lesson, but when they thought of the 'roast pheasant' that almost made them cry, they could only squat down and continue to wash clothes and bedding.

After eating a roast pheasant, Yang Chuan stood up, cleaned his hands with water, stretched his waist, and left a sentence: "The kid is on duty tonight, and he will continue to roast the pheasant tomorrow." ”

Then, Shi Shiran went up to the 'lookout' of Fengsui, and took away the self-made Mazha Zi with him.

The three beacons watched Yang Chuan leave, still cursing unrelentingly, but they didn't dare to relax at all.

Even, in order to completely clean up those 'rags', the three of them secretly went down the cliff and found a stream to take a cold shower.

These people are not from a good background, they are either prisoners or sons-in-law, they have eaten cooking rice and wheat rice for most of their lives, and even a mouthful of stinky meat sauce is regarded as the best food in the world, how can they resist the temptation of a 'flower chicken'?

Yang Chuan only used three 'called flower chickens' and easily took them down.

In this regard, Yang Chuan was very satisfied.

That's right.

If you want to eat delicious food, okay, roast pheasant, rabbit stew, roast whole sheep or something, just eat to your heart's content, on the condition that you have to listen to me and solve the personal cleaning problem first.

As for the prey, there are Sister Leopard and six silly eagles moving nearby, and Yang Chuan doesn't have to do it himself.

Bullying these people, Yang Chuan didn't have any burden in his heart, and even, there was a bit of 'hating iron but not steel'.

You said that everyone has lived a hard life, trapped in this stuffed place, and you have to live a dirty and unkempt life, which is too wretched.

Of course, these words were addressed to the three 'comrades'.

Yang Chuan's own idea is actually simpler, that is, to clean up the environment, eliminate fleas, bed bugs and lice everything, and don't lose your life inexplicably.

"Still too young......"

On the lookout, Yang Chuan was wrapped in a sheepskin robe, and the whole person was nested on the horse, looking at the moon like snow outside the plug, his mood was very complicated.

Qin Shimingyue Han Shiguan, people are warm and cold, and there are many bastards.

Staying in this hellish place and being a beacon, there is no place to engage in military exploits.

There are fewer Hun cavalry coming, and they can't grab it themselves, and there are many more, tens of thousands of people are swarming in, and only 500 armor soldiers are not enough to stuff people's teeth, and it is estimated that they will be broken if they can't hold on for even a day and a night.

If it is a field army, it is fine, as long as it is out of the Great Wall, there will be battles anytime and anywhere.

The county soldiers can't do it, they can only defend and can't attack, otherwise, if you go out of the customs without a military order, even if you cut off the head of the Hun Da Danyu, it will be difficult to escape military law.

This is really a bit of a pale sense of powerlessness of 'Wan Shi Shi is trapped in Chen Cai'.

Thinking of the depression, Yang Chuan couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh: "Isn't it just a rotten Chang'an City?" Why can't I go? ’

"If you hold on for a while, it's really not good, so let's go back to Mobei... Of course, the Western Regions are not bad. ’

By the way, I don't know what those Huns are up to? How is Luding City doing now......

Thinking like this, Yang Chuan's eyelids gradually became heavy, and he had no choice but to turn over and sit up, rubbing his cheeks a few times to sober himself up.

The duty on the beacon lookout is unusual, and if you fall asleep and omit military information, it will be troublesome.

The three men are back.

Everyone shivered with cold, carrying a roll of cleaned ragged sheepskins, dogskin mattresses, and their own tattered shirts, and they probed back to Fengsui, only to find that they could not sleep at all.

All the covers are wet...... It's all to blame on that stinky boy, this toss has frozen everyone to death!

Isn't it just a cook who knows how to grill meat? Beat him up, isn't he obedient to us? Unexpectedly, the dignified man in the three guanzhong was blinded by a few words from that kid, and his heart was panicked when he thought about it.

"How many uncles have washed up?"

Just when the three of them were annoyed, Yang Chuan poked his head out and looked down, with a very poor smile on the harmless little faces of humans and animals, and said leisurely: "Do you want a new animal skin?" The sheepskin robe was eight hundred dollars, and the bearskin robe was nine thousand eight ......

Forget it, you can't afford it anyway. ”

"Stinky boy, you're looking for your own fight!" A man finally couldn't take it anymore and climbed up from the second floor, waving his fist and pounced.

Yang Chuan was waiting for this moment.

He thought very clearly, if he wanted to mix well in this kind of ghost place, a meal would definitely not solve the problem, and in the end, it would depend on whose fists were hard.

In terms of martial arts, he can't compare to the perverts of Zhang Qian, Tangyi's father, and Sima Qian, but if you want to fight two or three ordinary soldiers, Yang Chuan still has a good chance of winning.

Besides, didn't Sister Leopard sneak over just now......

said that it was too late and that was fast, the man smashed it with a punch, and he was about to hit Yang Chuan in the face, but suddenly there was a flower in front of him, and Yang Chuan, who was not a little thin, had already circled behind him, and he was an elbow at the back of the man's heart.

Tangyi's father once said that it is better to take ten punches than an elbow, because the damage to the human body with the force of one elbow will definitely exceed that of a fist several times.

The man snorted, staggered forward a few steps, and slammed his forehead against the flint stone wall.

"Donkey Riha, you are looking for death!" The man turned around and punched again.

Yang Chuan was as swift as a leopard, narrowly avoiding the oncoming punch, twisting his body, and pressing his elbow under the man's ribs, causing him to lose his combat effectiveness when he landed, and he trembled in pain.

Take advantage of his pain and kill him.

Yang Chuan jumped up, grabbed the man's hair bun with his hand, exerted force with both arms, and his whole body rose into the air, and one of his knees was fiercely pressed against his head and face.

In the man's roar and curse, he was on seven or eight knees in a row.

It wasn't until the man's face was covered with blood and his body seemed to be in a coma that Yang Chuan let go of his hand and let him slowly fall to the ground.

Then, he kicked the man in soft places such as the stomach and under the ribs a few times.

After a few rabbit starts, the other two men climbed to the third-floor lookout, and as soon as they poked their heads out, they saw Yang Chuan slowly wiping the blood on his hands, with an innocent face.

That's, it's over?

The two men looked at each other: "Thin monkey, who gave you the guts?" ”

"Broken donkey Riha, you are looking for death by yourself!"

The two jumped onto the lookout, rolled up their sleeves slowly, and squeezed the 'horn' of the sandbag-sized fist, and forced them over step by step.