As for how to 'feed the war with war', the generals of the Han Empire actually made many very effective attempts and tasted a lot of sweetness.

For example, the general Wei Qing had a bumper harvest in the two 'Battle of Henan', 'Battle of Longcheng' and 'First Battle of Mobei', and after a big battle, he captured millions of people, cattle, sheep and livestock.

It can be said that many generals of the Han Empire, because of these wars, not only have titles, official ranks, but also rich family backgrounds, and have become a new generation of big dogs in the Han Empire.

Liu Che knew this kind of thing, although he couldn't say it in the court, but he actually intended to encourage his army to do so.

Because, the Huns did the same.

Yang Chuan didn't want to do this.

He stubbornly believes that history is not all about fighting, killing, fighting and grabbing, there should be some other things, for example, he wants to make an attempt to let the grassland surround the Xiongnu royal court.

This kind of secret thinking, which comes from 'the countryside surrounds the city', belongs to one of Yang Chuan's secret cards......

……

After lunch, Yang Chuan ignored the protests of Huo Quzhi and Cao Xiang, and dragged them to a temporary 'kitchen', saying that he wanted to make a few large iron pots.

"Isn't there already dozens of cauldrons in our Yulin Army?"

"yes, what do you want so many iron pots for?"

Huo Quzhi and Cao Xiang muttered, looking a little reluctant; Yang Chuan quite understood that after a morning of intensive training, they were actually exhausted.

However, the stakes were so high that he had to involve the two of them.

He Yang Chuan gave a lot of good things to the Han Empire, but after all, he didn't get any tangible benefits, which made him feel a little depressed all the time; Look at the days of the Yulin Army now, how tight they are, if they don't take advantage of this opportunity to get a little benefit, Yang Chuan feels sorry for all the Yulin orphans.

The matter of making money is chilling.

"Childe, the fine iron has been prepared, and the craftsmen have arrived," Tangyi's father led dozens of blacksmiths, who were busy, "The fire in the smelting furnace is burning, and this is the beginning?" ”

Yang Chuan nodded: "Let's start." ”

He personally brought two Mazazi, made a pot of wild chrysanthemum tea for Huo Quzhi and Cao Xiang, and greeted with a smile: "Come on, let's drink a few sips of tea first to moisten our throats." ”

Seeing the busy Tangyi father and dozens of blacksmiths, Huo Quai's two sword eyebrows frowned slightly: "Yang Chuan, the fine iron brought out this time is limited, but they are all ready to make and repair weapons for the army at any time, what are you...... Do you really want to make a batch of big iron pots? ”

Yang Chuan: "Deep in the Mobei grassland, there are not a few decent big iron pots, and our logistics supplies are afraid that they can't keep up." ”

Huo Quzhi asked rhetorically: "What about those big iron pots before?" ”

Yang Chuan waved his hand: "The county soldiers who have already given it to Jilusai." ”

Huo Quai, Cao Xiang: "......"

The two were speechless for a while.

Dozens of marching pots, saying that if you give them away, you will give them away? This military Sima is simply ...... Well, although the more than 10,000 county soldiers of Shuofang County also belong to the three of them in name, in fact, Yang Chuan is the real commander of the county soldiers.

However, thinking about all these materials, they were all abducted and deceived by Yang Chuan, and the two of them couldn't say anything, the only thing that puzzled them was that Yang Chuan was just making a few big iron pots, why did he pull them all up?

This is somewhat unconscionable.

is also different from Yang Chuan's usual maverick, anyway, it feels very weird.

Ding Ding Ding.

Dangdang!

With the sound of striking iron one after another, nearly two hours later, the seventeen large iron pots gradually took on the appearance, round and bulging, like seventeen large urns?

In addition, the lid of this pot seems to be a little special, it is connected to a large bulging iron pot, and two very thick iron rods are inserted together, like the lid of a large urn.

"Yang Chuan, these cauldrons don't look like pots," Huo Quzhi couldn't help but say, "Are you really playing pots?" ”

"Of course it's a pot, but it should be called a pressure cooker," Yang Chuan said casually, "When you enter the Mobei grassland, if you want to stew a pot of lamb, it takes at least two hours, and in some high mountains, maybe it will never be stewed;

Half-cooked meat is not used to eating by soldiers, and it is easy to have accidents if it is barely chewed and swallowed into the stomach, so we have to prepare some cauldrons that can stew rotten meat. ”

Huo Quzhi nodded as if he didn't understand, and simply stopped caring about it.

Yang Chuan, this guy, sometimes looks like a chatter, who knows what he's thinking......

So, after nearly two hours, the seventeen 'pressure cookers' were finally made, bulging, chubby, and with an iron rack for making a fire.

The shape of this pot is strange, and the quality is excellent, and when you hit it with your fist, it will make a 'dong dong' sound.

Yang Chuan checked it carefully and was quite satisfied.

Due to his limited craftsmanship, he was unable to make pressure cookers with excellent sealing effect, but he had no problem placing a 'sealing ring' sewn from silk, linen, silk and silk on the edge of these large iron pots to act as a 'medium pressure cooker'.

"Pass the order, tonight, all the Yulin Army will eat hand-grabbed mutton."

After the inspection, Yang Chuan asked Tangyi's father to bring seventeen 'sealing rings' that had been sewn in advance, and instructed the Huotou Army to start 'boiling' the newly made iron pot.

"Heat the iron pot red, and then, pick a large piece of fat pork with a fork and rub it vigorously."

"Pour out the black oil, change it to a few pieces of fatty pork, and continue to rub until the black oil no longer appears."

"Rinse with water, burn red, rub it with vegetable oil several times, and then rub it repeatedly with radish until the inner ring of the pot is bright and no longer has black oil stains......"

In this way, seeing that it was dark, the soldiers of the Yulin Army were waiting to eat the 'hand-grabbed mutton', but Yang Chuan was still commanding those firehead soldiers and craftsmen to beat his 'pressure cooker'.

Huo Quzhi finally couldn't sit still, and said a little angrily: "Yang Chuan, your meal is a bit troublesome?" ”

Yang Chuan smiled and said, "Don't worry, today is the first day to use the new marching pot, it is inevitable that there will be a little delay, but don't worry, after half an hour, we will ensure that everyone can eat hand-grabbed mutton." ”

Half an hour smaller......

Believe you, a ghost!

Huo Quzhi stood up and shouted very dissatisfiedly: "Today's slaughter is all lamb, and it won't be stewed at all for half an hour!" ”

Yang Chuan no longer paid attention to the goods, but commanded the Huotou Army to start cooking.

"When the lamb is stewed, it must be chopped into large pieces, and after the pot is under cold water, just put a few handfuls of our secret seasonings."

"Refined salt and peppercorn powder can be left out, and when it comes out of the pot, the soldiers can dip and eat it by themselves."

Stewing a pot of hand-grabbed mutton is extremely simple for the Huotou Army of the Yulin Army, but this time the 'pressure cooker' made by the military Sima was changed, and everyone was quite curious.

"Put the seal on it."

"Who's that, turn the lid of the iron pot over and buckle it up."

"Everyone should be careful, the steam spewing out of this gap is easy to burn the body, but don't the mutton is not stewed yet, first cook you fireheads."

Put the mutton in the pot, put the seasoning on the shelf, put the sealing ring, and buckle the iron pot lid.

"Okay, everyone can rest for a while and take a sip of water," Yang Chuan lay down on Ma Zazi, and turned his head to look at Huo Quzhi: "Or, let's make a bet, if I stew these seventeen pots of lamb in half an hour, you will promise me one thing unconditionally?" ”

Huo Quzhi opened his mouth, and the two extremely good-looking Danfeng eyes blinked, and suddenly scolded: "Don't gamble!" ”

"I don't think I won a bullshit bet with you!"

Cao Xiang was already drowsy, and muttered a knife: "Go sick, be confident, remove the two words......"

……

Seventeen 'pressure cookers' took less than half an hour to stew the lamb.

Everyone is an expert in eating mutton, and naturally knows very well the time of stewing different mutton such as lamb, lamb, goat, etc.

If you use this kind of marching pot to stew lamb, wouldn't it just take a cup of tea? Hearing this news, even Wei Qing, Su Jian, and Gongsun He couldn't sit still, and actually came to observe early the next morning.

Not surprisingly, Yang Chuan was sleeping again.

Wei Qing was not angry when he heard this, and led a group of generals to the 'cooking camp' of the Yulin Army, just in time for the Huotou Army to stew wild meat and venison.

The generals carefully observed and inquired in detail, and said that this 'pressure cooker' was really the best of the marching pots, and it should be equipped with all Han army camps.

Wei Qing nodded in agreement, and asked Huo Quzhi to raise Yang Chuan from the bed.

In order to allow the Yulin Army to smoothly implement the 'war to feed the war', Yang Chuan stayed up all night before he came up with a set of basically feasible plans, and only fell asleep at dawn;

It's just that after seeing Wei Qing and other generals, he was agitated and came to his senses.

"I've seen my stepfather."

"I've seen the generals!"

After a period of greetings, Wei Qing ordered straightforwardly: "How many catties of fine iron do you need for the new marching pot of your Yulin Army?" How many mouthfuls can I take in a day? ”

Yang Chuan figured it out at this time, it turned out that he was going to come to the pot?

He suddenly became energetic, rubbed his cheeks a few times, and said with a smile: "Actually, the fine iron required for each pot is only about 1,000 catties, and a hundred blacksmiths, each person's daily food and wages are converted at the lowest price, which is only 50 yuan per person per day......"

The corners of Wei Qing and the others twitched for a while.

This bastard boy, as expected, is the same as the legend, greedy for money and not lustful, this mouth is fine iron, money and food, it is simply out of the spectrum.

Wei Qing said indifferently: "A marching pot of five hundred catties of fine iron, three hundred yuan of wages, do you want to do it?" ”

Yang Chuan coughed lightly and was about to speak.

Wei Qing then said: "If you open your mouth again, I will find someone to control it myself." ”

Yang Chuan nodded with a bitter face: "Okay, this job, our Yulin Army took it." ”

As a result, the original Yulin Army camp soon became a huge blacksmith shop, and Yang Chuan personally commanded the construction of dozens of furnaces, so that all the Yulin orphans pulled bellows and wheel sledgehammers, which looked quite like that.

Only Yang Chuan, Huo Quzhi, and Cao Xiang knew that it was not these Yulin orphans who looked like blacksmiths, but ...... Because they were so poor before, almost all of the orphans in Yulin not only had to participate in various trainings, but at the same time, almost everyone had beaten iron and farmed......

What especially made Wei Qing and the others feel strange was that in the logistics supply vehicle of the Yulin Army, dozens of truckloads of good charcoal and other smelting and iron-making things were still being hauled at any time, just like Yang Chuan, who had long expected that there would be such a large amount of 'business'?

"Look at the Northern Army, in the end, it is the elite of the elite, it is so rich."

"What's the matter, after a long journey of more than a thousand miles, you can take out dozens of cars of fine iron anytime and anywhere, is there any reason for this?"

Seeing that the battalion of the Northern Army carried dozens of carts of fine iron over, and carried a bag of horseshoe gold, which was regarded as settling the production cost of the 'pressure cooker' in advance, Yang Chuan scolded in his mouth, but a few small chrysanthemums had already smiled on his face.

This scene fell in the eyes of Wei Qing and others, and it was naturally another taste.

Look at this kid, how poor he has become!

Huo Quzhi, Cao Xiang, Sima Qian, Dongfang Shuo, and Zhang Tang moved silently, and they distanced themselves from Yang Chuan, a little money fan, and they all seemed to be a little disgusted.

The dignified chief Ning Hou, the Taishou of Shuofang County, the Sima of the Yulin Army, and the Tai Academy sacrificial wine, actually thought about this petty profit, and deceived the friendly army......

Yang Chuan didn't care, took a bowl of wild chrysanthemum tea, drank it proudly, and casually pointed out: "Who is that, Uncle Tangyi, the ratio of refined iron to mineral powder is not right, and the pressure cooker will explode." ”

"Who is that, Li Kang, you guy didn't eat? If you don't pull a few soft, will you pull the bellows? ”

“……”

In this way, after some tossing, tens of thousands of elites under Wei Qing's command, plus more than 10,000 county soldiers under Yang Chuan of Shuofang County, were equipped with 'pressure cookers'.

In the middle of the night, the Yulin Army cleaned up the mess, cleaned up, and prepared to camp.

Yang Chuan called Huo Quzhi and Cao Xiang into the big tent, and said with a smile: "Just this small business, our Yulin Army will earn nearly 30,000 catties of fine iron!" ”

Huo Quai's illness doesn't matter, anyway, as long as Yang Chuan feels that he is not ashamed, he feels that he is not ashamed.

However, Cao Xiang sighed and said: "My uncle is really sloppy, the Yulin Army is his guard unit, from the beginning of the preparation, he spilled a little money and food, first deceived the big Changmen Cui Jiu to keep sticking money into it; Later, after the three of us came in, it became a bottomless pit for us.

Look at this is going to be a war, and we have to toss so much for a little profit......"

Yang Chuan said with a smile: "It's not that the emperor is stingy, but that as the emperor, many things actually only need to have a goal and an idea, and those who are in charge must do everything possible to do this matter well."

At the beginning, when I first returned to the Han Dynasty, didn't you Cao Xiang persuade me to make Yang Chuan a person worthy of being used by others? By the way, Qu Sick once said the same thing.

Why, after a long time, have you forgotten? ”

Huo Quai, Cao Xiang was silent.

Yang Chuan chuckled lightly and said, "Do you think that I, Yang Chuan, am really for tens of thousands of catties of refined iron, and I am such a shameless person?" ”

"The reason why this is so is just to cover up a ...... Secret things. ”

(End of chapter)