This time the post appeared a little early, the sun was still hanging high, and it was found on the shore of the northern section of the Yangsang River.

In ancient times, a post station was built, which had the same concept as the station built in later generations, and it was the same.

The ancient road post station is also carved out of a mold, and if you see one place, the others are just like that, there is nothing new.

The difference is that this inn has more horses than the previous one, and it also has a pig pen, chickens, ducks, fish ponds, and vegetable gardens.

Obviously, the people in this post house are smarter than the previous one.

In northern Xinjiang, families with a bit of social status are reluctant to eat pork, and they are mainly beef and mutton.

But among the ordinary poor people, pork is very marketable and widely eaten.

The postmen here raised a number of pigs as a supplement to the beef and mutton.

Around the post station, a lot of fields have been cultivated to grow grain, probably because of a Yangsang River.

It seems that the postman in this post station plans to be self-reliant and solve his own food and clothing problems.

When Linghu Po saw it, he was inexplicably happy for them.

The head of this post station is also quite a bit of a modern-minded, economic-minded official.

For those who adapt measures to local conditions, take the initiative to survive and develop, Hupo admires from the bottom of his heart.

Originally, he wanted to know more and talk to the post chief.

It's a pity that they didn't stop at this post station for long, but they drank their horses here, ate a meal and drank water, and then took two legs of mutton and continued on their way.

I don't know what the reason is, Gongcao Han Mingda suddenly said that he wanted to leave, and no one dared to say that he would stay.

Jiang Wu reluctantly looked at the farther and farther away from the post station, and secretly muttered to Ling Hupo, "What's long, it seems that we are going to sleep on the grass tonight." ”

Linghupo is also a little reluctant, after all, who wants to sleep in the wild in the summer, just the mosquitoes flying in the sky are enough for you.

Originally, it was not far from the Yunzhong Racecourse, and if he had been in a hurry before, he would have been resting at the Racecourse at this time.

Now, I'm going to spend one night outside.

However, it is also nice not to have to eat the things in the inn.

The taste of the food is not good, it is like pig food, in order to fill the belly.

Two leg of lamb barbecue, take care of it, but it can also make up for the disadvantaged belly.

In the evening of that day, the group set up camp by the Yangsang River.

Looking at Jiang Wu and a few, Ma Li set up a small tent, which was obviously prepared for Han Mingda.

Ling Hupo pouted, just this class is equal, he has the intention to rebel.

A few people over there were busy offering their courtesies, and Han Mingda was a veritable shopkeeper, standing by the river and decorating sculptures.

It's actually thinking about it.

Linghupo had no choice but to support the other two idle catchers to chop some firewood together, and he dug a pit and prepared the stove.

Fortunately, before he came out, he also had preparations for eating and sleeping, and brought some barbecue condiments in the package.

After digging the pit, he unloaded two legs of lamb from his horse, took out some sharpened wooden skewers from his own pocket, sat down on the ground, pulled out his gaiter hunting knife, began to slice the leg of lamb down, smeared it with salt, and then put it on with the skewers.

By the time the tent over there was erected, the fire had been lit.

A few catchers finally asked Han Mingda for advice, and came over to help add firewood and build a shelf.

Jiang Wu muttered as he worked.

If it is early, you can go out and shoot some hares and pheasants and come back, and fight tooth sacrifices.

Of course, he also looked at Ling Hupo curiously, feeling quite fresh, and seemed to have a little hope for this picnic.

It's just that faith isn't enough.

Over there, Wang Hong rolled his eyes, probably because he was completely disappointed in these guys, and he didn't work as hard as he did.

It was dark, and the bonfire was soon in full swing.

Linghu Po kicked this and that, scolding them not to make the bonfire too busy, it was a mess.

It took a long time to control the flames and put the meat skewers on the fire.

The mutton soon made a sizzling sound, and the condiments were poured up as Ling Fox couldn't stop pouring, and the guys next to him smelled the meat and swallowed their saliva.

Of course, when the barbecue is ready, you have to put the pestle by the river first, and the statue is invited back, he is the master who is going to eat the first string of barbecue.

Han Mingda also smelled the aroma of meat, and it was the first time he smelled the aroma of this barbecue.

When he approached, he picked up a bunch, first took a small bite, then grinned twice, his lips moved in the blink of an eye, and a bunch of mutton entered his stomach.

At this time, his eyes narrowed, and the wrinkles on his brow disappeared without a trace.

Apparently, he was very happy with the barbecue.

However, he only praised one sentence, "Good, well done!" ”

The dog-legged Jiang Wu instantly smiled, as if he was praising him, and then offered two more strings.

The others could only look at it first, making Hupo busy for a while, and he was also hungry with his chest against his back, swallowed his saliva, and muttered in his heart.

Grandma's, you sycophant!

Han Mingda had several large skewers of roast mutton, only to find that everyone was waiting for him to speak, and waved his hand at the right time.

Kebabs on the shelf, hula... In an instant, he was robbed by several people.

Ling Hupo's movements were swift, and when he was close, he grabbed a handful, turned around and handed Wang Hong several strings, and the two immediately devoured them.

Two legs of mutton are not enough for eight fierce foodies to spoil them, and after only a while, they will be wiped out cleanly and completely.

It's all half-full, and I can't get enough of it.

Perhaps, the only person who has enough to eat here is Lord Gongcao.

Immediately, Jiang Wu unloaded the wine bag from the saddle and drank it in one gulp.

In fact, from these details, it can be seen that the living habits of many people in the north are not much different from the tribes on the grassland.

Everyone took turns drinking, and Han Mingda couldn't help but join in the drinking.

After eating barbecue, it is only natural to drink alcohol or tea.

A pillar of incense kung fu, Jiang Wu's wine bag was empty.

"Wait a minute..."

I saw Han Mingda's hand wave vigorously, and his eyes became as cold as a frost blade, "This time I came out, I was ordered by the general to get rid of a person, this person is quite powerful, if you bring a large army to go, I am afraid that he and his party will be scared away, so I only brought you out and acted secretly!" ”

Guarding and capturing Gongcao, he finally made clear the important purpose of this trip.

Jiang Wu and the others had long wanted to make military achievements, and their enthusiasm soared because of these words.

Almost before Han Mingda's words fell, one by one they stood up with their heads held high like a military order, and sold themselves first.

Wang Hong looked directly at Linghu Po, probably thinking, why didn't this stunned young man shout two slogans, and he was happy!

Linghu Po was the opposite, not only did he not shout slogans, but he also began to move his steps away from the bonfire.

It's too hot to enter the mother, and I can't wait to jump into the Yangsang River and take a shower to cool off first.

This group of brainless stupid donkeys began to shout without listening to the following.

This is obviously a death squad-like mission.

Ling Hupo muttered in his heart.