Once upon a time, Yang Chuan, who was a cook, was very confused.

He is keen on all kinds of secret recipes, unique techniques, peerless seasonings, scientific formulas, etc., and hates the words "a little", "slightly", "geometric", "moderate" and other words on the lips of his ancestors, and thinks that the ancient Chinese are irresponsible and like to fool people the most.

However, when his cooking skills grew up, he was stunned to find that he was the biggest fool in the world.

In the words of the ancients and sages, there is great wisdom, which is almost the meaning of "subtlety, self-righteousness", which boils down to one sentence, that is: easy to navigate......

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Yang Chuan is very satisfied with Cui Jiu's ingredients, but he still has some regrets about his cooking skills: he is still a little in a hurry, and he is far from being at ease.

Well, improve it next time.

The old thief is very reasonable, and naturally he is also very trustworthy.

When he confirmed that the person Yang Chuan captured was indeed the King of the Huns, the Aries King and the King of Loufu, he immediately took out a black wooden token from his arms and threw it over: "Take it, if necessary, maybe it can save your life."

Remember, it's best not to take it out until you have to.

Your military exploits and rewards, when you return to Chang'an City, will naturally give you a lot of money; In addition, you kid don't want to say bad things about Zhang Qian when you meet people. ”

Yang Chuan was stunned when he heard this, and he didn't delve into what this sentence meant, thinking that it was just a mutual promotion in the officialdom, so he just nodded and agreed.

He hid the token close to his body, and arched his hand: "The person is handed over to you, Uncle Cui Jiu, the kid has heard these people talk secretly, it seems that it involves the battle of Henan, King Zuoxian or something, anyway, I don't understand, you can interrogate it slowly." ”

After saying that, he turned and walked out of the cave, but he did not linger here at all.

The little people must have the bottom line of the little people, and at the same time, they must have the consciousness of the little people, those military affairs are the big people need to care, he is a little cook, it is better not to know anything, and he has never heard of any secrets.

Therefore, since he captured these Huns, he has not interrogated them once, and this is the reason.

Watching Yang Chuan leave, Cui Jiu's face finally showed a strange smile, and he whispered: "This thief has a good heart, you have to find a way to persuade him to enter the palace, maybe it will be an excellent big Changmen ......."

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Yang Chuan didn't hear Cui Jiu's words, otherwise, he would have to flee overnight.

In his opinion, there are two most important treasures in this man: one is his mouth, which can eat, drink and speak; The other one is peeing.

Of course, that thing is basically not used to pee, so Yang Chuan feels that it is precious, and it is simply his lifeline.

The Yin Mountain on a cold winter night is very cold, and the snow slag rolled up by the hunting north wind hits the face very painfully, and there is a waning moon through the clouds, sprinkling wisps of clear light.

The earth was silent.

After leaving the cave, Yang Chuan stood on the cliff and blew a cold wind, and took a few glances at the waning moon, which gradually soothed his stiff nerves.

This battle of wits and courage was extremely draining, and it was also extremely sour and exciting, and he almost walked around the ghost gate, which made him a little frightened when he thought about it.

Later generations of literati said that 'dancing on eggs' and 'walking on the tip of a knife' are about this feeling.

The gentleman does not stand under the dangerous wall, Yang Chuan secretly determined that this kind of dangerous action must be resolutely put an end to in the future.

However, there is a reward for paying, and this adventure with Cui Jiu's old thief was unexpectedly large, far exceeding his expected goal.

The military exploits of oneself, along with an innocent Han household registration, have finally arrived!

After a while of suffering, he can return to Chang'an City in a 'beautiful scenery', which is exciting to think about......

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Turning a cliff and crossing a steep stone path, he had prepared another cave for himself.

Sister Leopard stood on a mountain rock, silently looking at Yang Chuan who had climbed over, her serious face gradually unfolded, revealing a look of relief.

"Sister Leopard, what do you want to eat?"

Yang Chuan hugged Sister Leopard's neck and rubbed the top of her head a little dotingly: "You did a good job today, it scared the old thief, hehe."

Sister Leopard glared at Yang Chuan resentfully, roared, and walked into the cave with an elegant "cat step".

Yang Chuan smiled bitterly: "In this world, people are becoming more and more like beasts, and beasts are becoming more and more human......"

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The days of the border guards were very boring, especially in winter, because there was no need to reclaim the wasteland, farm, build water conservancy, and there was no need to worry about the raids of the Huns, so the days were even more boring.

In addition to eating, watching, and daily exercises, everyone is left to sleep.

Yang Chuan is the same, fighting in the middle of a group of five big and three rough soldiers, life is not good or bad, and the expected 'border bullying incident' did not happen.

On the contrary, those men with gray temples and dark and rough faces still take a lot of care about him, a young man with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, for example, every time he eats, someone often takes out his share of meat sauce and sincerely invites Yang Chuan to share.

Yang Chuan was very grateful for this.

Of course, he didn't eat a bite of the meat sauce that those people took out.

I really can't eat it, the inexplicable scorching smell makes him unbearable for a while, but he can't directly refuse on his face, so he can only endure it.

However, even if those meat sauces were difficult to swallow, Yang Chuan was still grateful and repaid the greatest kindness to these veterans.

Without him, it was because of these rough men that he finally felt the breath of the same kind.

Although these old things never take a bath, don't brush their teeth, don't wash their faces, they exude all kinds of strange smells, and they often pull Yang Chuan's crotch obscenely, and carefully check whether this kid's hair has grown......

But this did not affect Yang Chuan's respect for them, and in his heart, he regarded them as relatives in his homeland.

This feeling is very vague, but it is gratifying: 'In this bullshit world, there are not only emperors, magnates, officials, wealthy families, old yin π, pretending to be criminals, but also ordinary people, this special mother can be regarded as a real man! ’

Therefore, Yang Chuan and these veterans tried to maintain a delicate distance, neither far nor close, if they were away, they never took the initiative to inquire about their affairs, and tried to forget the names and faces of these people.

He can see through it, these soldiers are basically going to die in this desolate frontier.

Prisoner, prisoner, stateless savage, son-in-law, merchant, descendant of merchant...... In the Han Empire, as long as it is branded as a 'lowly status', this person, and even his entire family, is basically finished.

If there is no large-scale war and the Huns do not take the initiative to attack, the only way out for these veterans is to endure until they are 56 years old, and to obtain a clean household registration for themselves and their families.

In the bitter cold land, there is a shortage of soldiers, how many people can live to that age?

Therefore, Yang Chuan simply chose to forget.

He was worried that remembering the faces and names of these people, he would inadvertently think of them, of their unforbidden meat jokes, of their half-mouthful yellow teeth, and a few innocent laughs at himself in a very fucked dream.

It's sad to think about.

What can you do as a chef? Teach them to cook and cook? Use your superb cooking skills to improve their food? Teach them to grind wheat into flour and add plant ash to make flatbread?

Or simply teach them how to cook Zangzi noodles, mutton steamed buns, fried pork vermicelli, pork sandwich buns, fried pho, boiled pork slices, stir-fried lamb?

Just kidding, it is estimated that his 'Hongxiang Technical School' has just opened its doors to enroll students, and those powerful families will come to the door, or raise him to be a family cook;

Or, just kill the calculation.

It is the privilege of the royal and powerful to enjoy food, who told you to teach the people to enjoy food?

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After more than a month in such a muddle, there were several heavy snowfalls one after another, completely cutting off the roads between Lucheng and Saiwai.

In the winter of the second year of Yuanshuo, it was icy and snowy.

On a cold morning, wolf smoke suddenly rose from more than a dozen beacons in the Daqingshan area.

Huns.

The Huns are coming!