Three days later, Yang Chuan returned to Yunzhong City and visited Sima Qian as soon as possible, firstly to thank him for some of his previous help, and secondly, he planned to exchange a bowl of oily and meat noodles for a few Huns such as Tangyi's father.

As soon as this guy met, he was babbling, moving his hands and feet, and wanted to help Yang Chuan check his body several times, saying that he was looking to see if he hadn't gotten rid of anything on the battlefield, and where he looked like a little reader!

"Okay, boy, as soon as you arrive at the stone gate barrier, you will first capture the two Hun kings of Wanhu," even Sima Qian felt envious of Yang Chuan's military merits, "According to the calculation of military merits, at least one thirteenth-level mid-level knighthood can be awarded, eighty tilts of good land, eighty houses, and twenty servants."

Tut-tut, in just two or three months, your kid has become a character! ”

For Sima Qian's kindness, Yang Chuan accepted it calmly.

To have today's merits, all of them are his blood, sweat, and life, although luck accounts for ninety percent of them, but Yang Chuan naturally thinks that 'luck is part of the strength'.

Thinking about the time when he lived in Cloud City, he was not even qualified to live in a museum, if he hadn't made a quick decision and asked Sima Qian to help him go to the stone gate barrier, I don't know what kind of rotten appearance he has become now.

"Yang Chuan, this time back to Chang'an City, if nothing else, you should be able to enter the Yulin Army."

It can be seen that Sima Qian is happy that Yang Chuan can make contributions and finally get rid of the identity of 'untouchables', and has begun to calculate for him where to buy land and where to become an official, and he has already written a letter to his father Sima Tan, asking the family to use a little relationship to dredge the way for Yang Chuan, so as not to be pinched and excluded when he gets it.

Sima Qian is a warm-hearted person, there is no doubt about that.

Although the first meeting between the two was not pleasant, not only did he speak in his usual aristocratic tone, looked at people with his nose, but also locked himself in a cage for three days and three nights and almost starved to death, compared to other powerful families in the Han Empire, it was really rare to dare to make friends with untouchables.

However, he really couldn't stand this guy's actions: "Lord Junhou, do the people in Chang'an City care about other people's balls? ”

Sima Qian glanced left and right, sighed, and said in a low voice: "What a certain family is worried about is ...... High. ”

Yang Chuan quietly winked at Sima Qian, and said with a smile: "Lord Junhou, the kid doesn't understand the laws and regulations, you said that this thirteen-level middle rank is more than a knight, how big can he be?" ”

Sima Qian is also a very smart person, so he naturally understands it, and said with a smile: "The title is the title, and the official position is the official position, the two seem to be one, but in fact they are two different things."

Let's put it this way, if you have a thirteenth-level high lord, it does not mean that the imperial court will make you an official, but you can enjoy the benefits of exemption from taxation and forced labor, commutation of sentence, and priority in official positions. ”

Yang Chuan nodded, seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and said, "That's fine." ”

Sima Qian asked with some confusion: "What's good?" In Chang'an City, if you don't seek an official position, life will be very difficult. ”

Yang Chuan sighed: "The kid is used to being lazy, and his biggest dream in life is to plant hundreds of acres of fertile land, raise a few pond fish, graze hundreds of chickens, ducks, geese and other poultry, and read books, cook, sleep or something on weekdays."

It's strange that someone like me should be an official and not delay a big thing. ”

Sima Qian scolded 'no interest', but he didn't dwell on this matter more, and the two gossiped for a while, but they couldn't get around the winter war in Henan that had recently become a pot of porridge.

At this point, Yang Chuan learned how much credit he had made by inadvertently capturing the two Hun kings alive this time-

With the "cooperation" of the Aries King and the Loufu King, the general Wei Qing redeployed his men and horses, fought four great victories in the middle of the Yinshan Mountain Range, hunted more than 38,000 elite cavalry of the Xiongnu Zuoxian King, captured 1.2 million cattle, sheep and horses, and a population of 50,000 accounts.

Since then, there have been no Huns in Henan.

According to Sima Qian, after receiving the war report, Emperor Liu Che was overjoyed and had already issued a decree ordering Wei Qing, Li Xi, Zhang Qian, Su Jian, and others to immediately lead the outstanding military heroes to return to the court after cleaning up the battlefield and accept the rewards from the imperial court.

In other words, in a few days, Yang Chuan will go to Chang'an City......

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Bidding farewell to Sima Qian, leading Tangyi's father and others back to the museum, Yang Chuan fell asleep, knowing that he would not wake up until noon the next day.

The Shimen Barrier and his party have gained a lot, but for him, it is almost overloaded for two or three months, and it can be said that he has died for a lifetime, and he has almost put his life into it several times.

After getting up, Yang Chuan took a hot bath comfortably, and made a sour noodle soup with his hands, which was regarded as a reward for himself.

I have to say that the meat sauce of the Han Empire does not smell good or delicious, but the balsamic vinegar of this era can be called the best, brewed with pure grains, sour and pleasant, and the aftertaste is extremely long, which is much better than that kind of mash wine.

The noodles are slender and firm, and they are a little clear in the bowl, exuding a warm luster of ivory; Sprinkle a pinch of chives, chopped coriander, drips a few drops of fried sesame oil, and pour a stream of balsamic vinegar on it, which can make people cry.

In the kitchen of the museum, there are naturally some pickles, leeks, deer deer, sunflowers, and small celery, all of which are pickled layer by layer with green salt, and then pressed with a large bluestone.

However, the taste is very average.

Yang Chuan studied it carefully, and called the chef who bought the restaurant to ask about the whole process of pickles, and finally came to a conclusion: the main thing is that there are too many impurities in the green salt, even if you rinse it twice with water, the bitterness can never be removed.

After only two or three months, a 'lowly person' who was not a fart turned into a 'nobleman' who could live in the museum generously, which made the husband and the chef a little uncomfortable.

The two of them stood seven or eight steps away from the kitchen door, looking inside, smelling the tempting fresh fragrance, and they didn't have time to swallow their saliva.

In the end, the uncle finally had the courage to walk into the kitchen and arched his hand: "Dare to ask the nobles, can you let the chef of the restaurant observe and learn the method of sour soup noodles?" ”

Since Yang Chuan had made a mixed noodle with oil and meat, the nobles and officials who came and went for food and lodging began to pick and choose, all wanting to taste the legendary food; The chef of the restaurant is a two-hundred-and-five, even if he has observed the practice of 'mixing noodles with oil and meat' with his own eyes, he has never been able to make that kind of taste.

For this reason, the four-petaled buttocks of the two of them were about to be opened by Sima Qian......

Nowadays, this bowl of sour soup noodles looks very simple, and if you can learn it, you can use it as a 'signature meal', and it will definitely add a lot of color to the museum during the year-end audit process.

Yang Chuan happily agreed, but put forward one condition: "The name of this bowl of noodles must be called Longxi Sour Soup Longevity Noodles." ”

Originally, he remembered a 'Yang Chuanmian in a cage in the clouds for three days and three nights', satirizing Sima Qian's contempt for himself at the beginning, and the 'allusion' of locking him in a cage for three days and three nights and almost starving to death, but it's better to think about it.

That product is a history writer, and if he can't get it right, he will give him a 'Spring and Autumn Brushwork': 'Yang Chuan, a native of Longxi, is good at food, and his chest is very small......

Isn't it a lose-lose situation? It's boring to think about.