The Turks are a lot of fun, at least for the perennial little questions in Luoyang.

At this time, there are not so many deserts, the sky is still blue, and the water is still green.

It's not wartime, but after training, Zhang Yang will always lead a group of people to patrol the border.

In Xiao Wen's opinion, it is a show, wearing armor and robes in the middle of the crowd, which is very majestic.

When I go to a place where there are few people, I occasionally shoot a few birds, and when I shoot them, I am elated, and if I can't shoot them, the birds are not delicious.

Xiao Q is still young, it's okay to shoot a target, shoot a bird? Unless the bird can grasp the arrow with its claws and fake the image of being shot.

"This bird is not good-looking, it must not be delicious."

"This bird's call is not good, it is not delicious."

"This bird is too small, it flies slowly, and it doesn't taste good."

This is the result of Xiao Wen's prodding archery. The master is just to drive away these unpalatable birds and shoot the rest behind.

The strength of the milk has been exhausted, and it is still empty.

emmm, he doesn't feed.

Zhang Yang could only laugh next to him while shooting himself, after all, it was about his next rations.

Those who can come out with Zhang Yang to show off their martial arts are naturally skilled in archery and horses, and most of them are not a problem in archery.

After pouting, the group didn't leave Xiao Wen behind, and taught him how to shoot birds little by little.

Aim, judge the flight speed and trajectory of the bird, and determine the end point of the arrow.

When the bow is full, the arrows will be fired at the fastest speed.

What is the best position to use on horses.

Xiao asked: "..."This is not as happy as the barracks.

He had a foretold that he would have back pain the next day.

It was nearly evening, and the group had gone crazy enough.

Although he is not a chef, he carries a knife and spice fire with him.

Find a place, light a bonfire, pluck the birds, wash them, sprinkle them with salt and other spices, and slowly wrap them up.

Zhang Yang was indifferent to the previous practice shooting, but he attached great importance to this essential skill. "Come, Xiao Q, uncle will teach you barbecue, you must learn this."

Xiao asked: "Didn't you say that the gentleman is far away from cooking?" ”

Zhang Yang: "That's all a fool's words." Lust is also greedy, it is everyone's nature, gluttony is naturally to eat all over the world, but we are here, how can there be such a good cook, so we have to learn by ourselves. ”

Xiao asked, "We can go back and eat." ”

And that's not a fool's thing.

Zhang Yang: "If there is a war, the army can't eat the big pot of rice, and you are hungry?" ”

Question: "It's hard to eat?" ”

Zhang Yang: "Well, otherwise a group of our big men carry spices with us?" ”

Xiao asked: "I thought you had this taste." ”

Zhang Yang: "This is all forced out, what my uncle taught you today is the necessary skills for going out, first, find something that can be eaten, and second, eat delicious." 100% starvation. ”

Ask: "..."

Thank you, I won't starve.

Zhang Yang began to teach him the tricks of cooking, introducing the role of various spices and how to grill meat.

Xiao Wen learned very seriously, but the baked things were either mushy or half-cooked.

In the end, I can only take a bite of food.

After eating and drinking, he asked a very important question again, "No, even if I know how to barbecue, it's useless if I can't shoot the prey." ”

Zhang Yang: "Don't worry, there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, there are so many people running on the ground of Tianshan Fei, maybe there will be someone who takes the initiative to beg you to eat." ”

Xiao asked: "That relationship is good." ”

This is just worried that he will not be used to eating in the army, and the materials are naturally prepared by someone, and he really hopes to rely on hunting to get enough food for one person, and he doesn't have to do anything else all day long.

After all, Da Zhou is not a nomadic people, and he is not used to eating all meat at every meal, and he will be overnourished.

Xiao Wen learned ignorantly, there are many skills and not pressing, let's learn, maybe I will use it that day.

The day passed quickly.

Xiao Wen lay on the bed after washing up, reminiscing about this day.

Horseback riding, hunting, and watching a group of people drink at night, it was very lively, and I also learned a little skill. I don't know if my father knows his progress, and I always feel that I should find someone to praise myself.

Xiao Wen took out a pen, although the current popular brush is a brush, but what he held in his hand was a few high-end custom pencils in Da Zhou.

Since the anthracite left the factory, Shen Sanwen has tried to make a batch of small-scale trials, and the capital has begun to circulate in a small area. The color is darker and the hardness is lower than that of later pencils, probably because it cannot completely remove impurities.

It is easy to fade after writing on paper for a long time, but the adhesion of the paper is still enough. The pencil itself is thin and slender, which is easier to carry than a brush, and there is no need to grind ink and inject water to wash the inkstone, which is really convenient.

Xiao Wen began to write a letter to his family slowly. It's been a long time since I've been away from home, and I don't know how my parents are, but I only want to send a message from time to time when Mr. Zhang Yang, and he still misses it in his heart.

Just thinking about the fact that his father didn't seem to value him and his younger brother very much, he wanted to learn his skills well.

But after coming to the barracks for a long time, I don't seem to have learned any skills.

This is also the first time Xiaowen has written a letter to his family, and he doesn't know what to write, so let's casually introduce his recent life.

Xiao Wen wrote.

The Turkic wind is very strong, and the face is painful, and the temperature difference is also large, so you have to wear thick clothes in the morning and evening. It's not good to be hot during the day, and it's not good to be cold at night.

Master's arrangement is to advance the devil's training camp, and before that, you need to stay in the daily training camp. Now I'm living with a group of salted fish in the training camp, and I don't know if I've learned the skills.

Master asked me to mingle with the soldiers, but many times I couldn't talk together, and they were shocked when I said a few words.

Then today the master also took me to hunt, personally taught me to barbecue, a group of people all brought spices, the army's food must be very difficult to eat, I guess I am not used to eating, in the future I will form a firehead army, specializing in the collection of delicious food.

Is my father's still serialized? If you can't write it, don't write it, it's tiring to work behind closed doors every day. After writing a comparison with reality, I found that I was not the protagonist, and I was congested.

I'm very congested right now, and I don't have a way out. I thought that I could go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, and I thought that the soldiers were loyal and patriotic, but I was poured cold water on the reality.

After writing, Xiao Q carefully explained that the letter was folded and handed to the messenger.

As soon as the letter was sent, Xiao Q began to wait for a reply, what would my father say, would it be the same as what Master said? There were still a lot of things that were not written in the letter, and he even wanted to recover the letter and write a new one, but he couldn't. I picked up the pen and wanted to write another one, but I found that something important had already been written.

A few days later, Shen Sanwen received an urgent letter from the border pass, a letter from the little prince of the princess's mansion, and the priority level was second only to the eight-hundred-mile line newspaper urgently.

Shen Sanwen couldn't cry or laugh when he looked at the letter, this was probably the running account diary he had written.

What was the weather like today, where I went today, what I did, who I met, and finally went home in a certain mood.

But I always feel that there is something wrong with his outlook on life.

(End of chapter)