That night, Yang Chuan received a 'reply' from Sima Qian, which was naturally a roll of sheepskin.

While drinking pheasant and mushroom soup, while looking through Sima Qian's reply to himself, he always felt strange in his heart: 'Sima Qian existed in textbooks in the past, no matter how great he was, but he was a dead ......man after all'

The one who replied to himself right now is the living Sima Qian!

Thinking about it like this, Yang Chuan was inexplicably a little worried, he was obviously not a good person, and his martial arts were also very good, and his only two strengths were that he was very handsome and his cooking skills were unique in the world.

How would Sima Qian record a person like him in his "Historical Records"?

It is estimated that there are not a few good words, and at most they are mentioned in the biography of the goods colony: 'Yang Chuan, the Han cook, a native of Longxi, a fine cook, greedy for life and afraid of death, can be called the holy marquis ......of the Han Dynasty'

It's boring to think about.

Sima Qian seems to be pretty good at present, a little stinky and shameless, he can give up the bottom line of the children of the nobility for a bite of food, not only socializing with "untouchables" like him, but also grabbing meat with Sister Leopard to eat them, but after all, he is still quite humane.

However, since that unlucky guy was cut by Liu Che, he began his perverted life, and he wrote a history into an Internet cool article, and was almost imprisoned in a small black room by Liu Che.

There are a lot of feelings, and it is not easy for anyone.

Three bowls of pheasant stewed mushrooms were swallowed into his stomach, Yang Chuan comfortably stroked his stomach, leaned on Sister Leopard's soft and warm body, and once again studied Sima Qian's letter.

It seems that there is no big problem with this military achievement, but it has to be explained clearly, why did you leave your post without permission? ’

'Capture a centurion alive, and you can be promoted from a lowly rank to a knight, that is, a great doctor. ’

'What kind of official position is the Condor Archer?' Centurion, or thousand-torn? ’

"By the way, there are also two captain-level goods, a pair of kings are thrown out, will it be finalized...... Directly marquis? ’

Obviously, this is not possible.

This kind of sky-pouring military feats, if it is in the hands of Wei Qing, Huo Quzhi, Li Guangli and other relatives and cronies, it is definitely a king bomb, even if it can't directly worship the marquis, at least there will be endless rewards.

As for yourself, just think about it.

Yang Chuan knew very well in his heart that at the moment, even if he killed 3,000 Huns and killed a group of military ministers Shan Yu, Zuo Xian Wang, Right Xian Wang or something, it is estimated that not only will he not be able to fall well, but he may also lead to death.

According to some historical records, in the era when the people of the old Liu family were emperors, the greater the military merits, the more dangerous they were.

Yang Chuan casually threw the sheepskin into the fire, sighed, and lay down to close his eyes to recuperate.

After catching five Hun bigwigs, it can't be exchanged for military merits, and these goods are still very edible, and they have to serve and pee, which is simply a few big burdens......

……

In the evening of the next day, Yang Chuan carried two green sheep and returned to the ugly Fengsui with a tired face.

"Yang Gongzi is back?"

"Oh, old Cui Tou'er is so good, you can eat roast whole sheep just after coming to our ugly Fengsui."

The three Guanzhong men greeted them warmly, took the two green sheep off Yang Chuan's shoulders, and began to peel and wash them quickly, with happy smiles on everyone's faces.

Well, it's almost like those stupid eagles, all of them are big foodies.

"What, there's a newcomer?"

Yang Chuan patted the dust on his body, and when he looked up, he saw a person squatting in front of the kitchen stove, tall, thin, with gray hair and unkempt hair, who should be an old soldier on the side.

In such a blink of an eye, Yang Chuan suddenly thought of Zhang Qian's big pit goods, isn't he also so tall, thin, tall and thin?

Of course, this old Cui Tou is thinner than Zhang Qian, his face is very pale, and he has a strange blue light, as if he has not been exposed to the sun for many years, just ...... Pretty scary?

Yes, that's how it feels.

When the old Cui Tou slowly turned his head and looked at himself with a blank expression, Yang Chuan only felt a sudden burst in his heart, and immediately concluded: This old Cui Tou is definitely a problem!

There is no good reason for this feeling, but it is purely experienced.

Two lives as a man.

After more than 20 years of cooking career, he has read countless people, from high-ranking officials to peddlers and pawns, from big brothers in the rivers and lakes to deflated people on the streets, men and women, all kinds of people, no one has ever seen them!

And five or six years of slavery is an unforgettable pain in his life, almost picking up a life from hell......

This old Cui Tou, if not a god, is a demon who has returned from hell, or it should be an ancient beast, and it is also the kind of old monster who has a little friend.

In short, this is an old pervert!

"Yes, the old Cui Tou'er is new," a Fengzi patted the old Cui Tou'er on the shoulder with a smile, "It's also our Guanzhong people, and we will be a family in the future." ”

Yang Chuan's heart was extremely uncomfortable, but there was no change on his face, he rubbed his cheeks vigorously, muttered and scolded: "After two or three days of heavy snow, roe deer, green sheep, and hares are all hungry and crazy, it was easy to hunt, but he encountered a group of wild wolves and almost gave his life." ”

"You soak the mutton in water first, I'll squint for a while, and call me after half an hour."

Yang Chuan yawned a few times, tiredly climbed to the lookout platform on the third floor of the beacon, wrapped in a sheepskin robe, and fell asleep.

A Fengzi who was on duty did not speak, silently took a clean sheepskin, intimately covered Yang Chuan's leg, grinning with a mouthful of big yellow teeth and smirking silently.

At the beginning, they were very unaccustomed to Yang Chuan's style, thinking that this "son of a powerful man from Chang'an City" was not a person from him, and he was more or less inferior.

But as they got along for a long time, they found that this young man didn't have many bad habits except that he liked to be clean and lazy, and he hadn't bullied anyone since he beat the three of them last time.

Gradually, the "father's love" of several Guanzhong men began to flood......

In fact, Yang Chuan didn't fall asleep at all.

He made an excuse to hide on the lookout and think that something was coming.

The first feeling that Lao Cui gave him was very bad, the old thing seemed to be wooden, but in fact it was like a poisonous snake, which made people feel cold when they thought about it, and they couldn't help but shiver.

How many years have you not experienced this feeling?

Yang Chuan curled up in his sheepskin robe, filtering all the bad guys, wicked people, and old perverts in his mind, including the characters in film and television dramas......

Slowly, he felt a little bit of a clue.

Zhao Gao? Li Yannian? Wei Zhongxian? Li Lianying?

'Strange, why is it that the first thing that comes to mind is eunuchs?' ’

Yang Chuan carefully recalled the moment when the old Cui Touer slowly turned his head, his eyes, demeanor, expression, eyes, beard, and Adam's apple!

Sure, definitely a eunuch.

Yang Chuan seemed to understand something, and at the same time became even more confused: "Why did a vicious eunuch appear in a small beacon? ’

Moreover, it happened to be a day and a half after I wrote a letter to Sima Qian, so I didn't come to me?

Yang Chuan has a very good habit, that is, to prepare for the worst in everything, be cautious, try to make all necessary preparations, and then do your best.

This habit allowed him to live from the age of six to twelve in the barbaric Qiang tribe.

"Young Master Yang, the mutton is soaked," at this moment, a beacon climbed up to the lookout and called him, "Shall we eat roast whole lamb or finger mutton tonight?" ”

Yang Chuan sat up slowly and said with a smile: "Shabu mutton tonight." ”