At the beginning of the heavy snowfall, the cars and horses in the city in the clouds were sparkling, and the smoke from the rooftops of many people's houses was curling, which was quite a trace of fireworks in the world.

Sima Qian's residence was even more smoky, and in the two newly built naan pits, fresh pine firewood was burning vigorously.

In the courtyard, Sima Qian and his cousin's father were silently busy.

Strictly speaking, it was Tangyi's father who was busy there alone, peeling and washing mutton, applying condiments and sesame oil, and Sima Qian was in the way, which seemed very redundant.

However, he didn't dare to let himself be idle, so he could only clumsily carry water, chop wood, and light fires, but he had already seen sweat on his forehead on a cold day.

These two people put too much pressure on him.

Wei Qing said that it was okay, standing next to the naan pit and staring at the flames, silent, with no expression on his dark and dignified face, as if he was thinking about a major issue.

Cui Jiu was dressed in sackcloth, his face was pale and blue, as if he had not been exposed to the sun for many years, and his whole body exuded a cold air.

He put his hands in his sleeves, stood quietly behind his father, and watched the whole process of roasting the whole sheep with great interest, looking very attentive, and asked a question or two from time to time.

Sima Qian was frustrated to find that every time Cui Jiu opened his mouth, his scalp would tighten, and the cold hairs on his back would involuntarily stand upside down.

This feeling is very bad.

It seems that I still read too little, I haven't read well, and the heroic spirit in my chest is still a little thin, and when facing the real powerful figures, I can't be calm and pampered.

As for the tiger-headed young man, don't mention it.

In Sima Qian's opinion, this kid is not very old, but he is a complete second-handedness: I saw him holding a big bow in his hand, facing the sky on his back, and his eyes were like eagles and falcons, as if he was looking for a big bird to shoot......

Cui Jiu: "Where do these condiment powders come from?" ”

Sima Qian: "Gifted by Yang Chuan." ”

Cui Jiu: "The method of roasting the whole sheep is good, when the stove is perfect, the mutton is hung in, and the fat mutton fat can not only be roasted after the stove is closed, but also the condiments can be flavored, and the fresh and fragrant mutton can be maintained. ”

Sima Qian: "Yang Chuan." ”

Cui Jiu: "This person is very clever and has the essence of cooking." ”

Sima Qian: "Yang Chuan... Ahem, what Ohnagato said is very true. ”

Cui Jiu smiled indifferently, looked at Sima Qian meaningfully, and said, "Sima Zichang's mood is a little unstable, but he is afraid of a certain family?" ”

Sima Qian nodded and said with a wry smile: "Zichang is not good at reading, and he is trembling. ”

Cui Jiu shook his head and said, "Cowardice has nothing to do with reading, look at this Hun who roasts mutton, he shouldn't have read the sage book, right?" Why isn't he afraid of a certain family? ”

Sima Qian didn't know how to respond, so he had to shake his head and smile bitterly.

Cui Jiu no longer embarrassed him, squatted down, stretched out two hands as thin as chicken paws, and helped Tangyi's father and mud and wipe the seams, and closed the naan pit of the barbecue tightly without leaving a single gap.

"Thank you for your help," the cousin finally straightened up, bowed down and said, "Roast the whole lamb for an hour, but to make the mutton crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, crispy and fragrant, it is best to roast it for about an hour and a half." ”

Cui Jiu nodded slightly and said, "Thank you for telling me." ”

After the father of the cousin gave the ceremony, he went to the side to be busy.

Cui Jiu turned his head to look at Wei Qing and said with a smile: "Does the Che Cavalry General want to eat half-baked, or do you like crispy and soft ones?" ”

Wei Qing said: "Wei Qing is from a vulgar background, and he has no superfluous thoughts about eating, as long as he can satisfy his stomach, he doesn't dare to covet his tongue." ”

When Cui Jiu heard this, he shook his head and smiled: "The Confucian sages have a nonsense that makes sense, you don't get tired of eating, you don't get tired of stewing, a certain family thinks that many things in the world are actually the same as this roasted whole sheep, you need to burn the stove fiercely, simmer and roast, and it takes a long time to eat a mouthful of crispy and soft fat mutton." ”

Wei Qing groaned a few times and arched his hand: "What does Dachangmen mean that the battle of Henan is not over yet?" ”

"The two major departments of the Aries King and the Lou Fu King have been in the Hetao for many years, and they were defeated in the First World War, which is somewhat incomprehensible."

Cui Jiu walked to the edge of a pile of snow, grabbed two handfuls of snow and scrubbed the mud on his hands, and said leisurely: "What's more, the two armies of the general and Li Xi swept thousands of miles, have they ever encountered their main cavalry?"

The strength of these two people is not trivial, there are more than 50,000 people who control the strings, so easy to be driven out of Henan? ”

Wei Qing nodded silently and said very seriously: "This is also the reason why Ben will be in a hurry to return to the clouds. ”

Neither of them spoke.

Cui Jiu quietly stood by the naan pit, stretching out his two thin palms to keep warm; Wei Qing continued to be in a daze, staring at the pile of snow in front of him, as if he wanted to see a flower on it.

"Eagle!"

"Golden eagle!"

Suddenly, the young man with the big bow shouted loudly, full of joy.

He took out a feathered arrow from the quiver behind him, put it on the bowstring, bent one leg slightly, took a deep breath, and a boxwood bow was drawn into the shape of a full moon.

There was a soft 'boom'.

The feather arrow was like thunder, and shot straight towards a big bird in the sky, vaguely, it seemed to be mixed with a terrible sound of breaking the sky, and the momentum was amazing.

"Good archery!"

Sima Qian looked up, and just shouted hello, but his face suddenly changed, and he said urgently: "Hugh wants to shoot again, that's his own eagle!" ”

He looked carefully, wasn't that Yang Chuan's golden eagle?

It was too late to say that it was too late, and there was a clear and passionate eagle roar in the sky, and the golden eagle flipped over violently, narrowly avoiding the young man's arrow, spreading its wings and flying high, but it was unwilling to fall again.

"This ...... Childe, that golden eagle is a spiritual pet raised by a friend of mine. ”

Sima Qian didn't care about Cui Jiu and Wei Qing's presence, walked quickly to the young man's side, and arched his hand: "Please also ask this son to show mercy." ”

The young man looked up at the sky, put away the big bow with some interest, and muttered: "Isn't it just an eagle, I'll raise one when I go back." ”

Sima Qian breathed a sigh of relief and waved his arm at the golden eagle hovering in the sky: "Okay, Brother Diao, you can come down." ”

The golden eagle circled seven or eight times, and found that the bad boy who shot him an arrow had put away his big bow, and then it hesitantly fell, but it did not fold its wings, but kept fluttering, as if it was ready to run away at any time.

"This carving is good, and it is quite spiritual." Cui Jiu exclaimed.

Wei Qing also turned his head to look over and nodded slightly, it seemed that he also liked this golden eagle quite a lot.

Only the young man looked disdainful: "Hey, it's just a flat-haired beast." ”

Wei Qing snorted coldly, stepped forward and kicked the young man directly, got out of seven or eight steps before stopping, and reprimanded: "Insult others, wait until you admit that you are still a waste."

Sneak out next time and discount your legs! ”

The young man got up from the ground, didn't say a word, but his black little face was full of dissatisfaction, and he stared at Wei Qing, who was two or three feet taller than him, and he was not afraid at all.

Wei Qing was so angry that he wanted to step forward to beat him, but he was persuaded by Cui Jiu: "Okay, Huo Qubing was brought out by a certain family, not running away without permission." ”

Wei Qing glared at the young man, and the 'horns' of the two fists sounded, like bursting beans, which sounded quite scary.

The young man finally relented, and no longer glared at Wei Qing directly, but set his fierce gaze on the golden eagle.

'It turns out that these two forced teenagers are called Huo Quai? ’

Because he couldn't figure out what the young man in front of him was, Sima Qian didn't talk much, he walked quickly to the golden eagle, untied a roll of sheepskin from his leg, and said comfortingly: "Eagle Fourth, how is your son?" Let's go back after eating the barbecue. ”

The 'Eagle Fourth' flew up proudly, landed on a big tree, and stared vigilantly at a few people in the yard.

It was keenly aware that the tiger-headed bad boy's eyes were not quite right, gloomy and compassionate, and one hand was still caressing his boxwood hard bow, as if it was about to bend the bow and shoot an arrow at any moment......

"It's not bad to use the golden eagle to convey military information," Wei Qing said suddenly, "Sima Qian, what's the name of this friend of yours?" Where to go up? ”

Sima Qian was just about to unfold the roll of sheepskin, when he heard the question of the general of the chariot cavalry, he hurriedly bowed down and replied: "His name is Yang Chuan, and now he is in the Shimen Barrier, and he is a beacon. ”

"Stone barriers, beacons?"

Before Wei Qing could speak, Cui Jiu turned his head to look at the roll of sheepskin in Sima Qian's hand, and said indifferently: "Your friend named Yang Chuan is very interesting, not only is he good at using the spices of the Hu people in the Western Regions, but he also raises a good eagle."

Could it be that he was born in the Western Regions and grew up among the Huns? ”

Cui Jiu's words were soft and gentle, and there was a faint smile on his pale and bluish face.

But for some reason, Sima Qian's heart was filled with a trace of inexplicable unease......