It snowed heavily in northern Xinjiang, and Daizong and Taicheng were wrapped in a piece of silver.

This heavy snow blocked the connection between Taicheng and Fengyang, which not only increased the burden on logistics, but also made Taicheng a lone army hanging in the North Sea.

The army rotated every day, sent people to clear the snow on the galloping roads in the mountains, and sent reconnaissance cavalry widely, the more critical the situation, the more necessary it was to pay attention to preventing enemy attacks, which was Wen Zhong's experience in fighting for many years.

During the day, there was less hustle and bustle in the barracks, and the major camps were reinforced with barracks, firewood was lit, and the soldiers surrounded the flames burning in the center to resist the bitter cold.

The supply was still delayed, and there was still food and grass left, but the winter clothes were not enough, so only one-third of the soldiers could be armed, and priority was given to the soldiers patrolling the perimeter of Taicheng.

Some time ago, in the first battle of Daizong, Meng Wei fought around the dog herd for four hours, and his military achievements were impressive, and he was also promoted from captain to general, and the number of troops did not increase, or the scale of thousands of people in Chongcheng before, but he was promoted to a military position.

Wen Zhong will not send his elite to an unfamiliar guest general to lead, in the sequence of the Great Shang Expeditionary Army, the general, is already the end, and the future military merits, at most, will be recorded for him, waiting for the triumph, by the King of Shang or Chonghou to seal again.

Unless, Meng Wei didn't want to work in the Chongcheng Army, so he took the initiative to find the Taishi and apply for transfer.

At this time, he had been hesitating, but in a year, the original intention of protecting his family had not changed, but he had some hesitation in the future and future.

In a safe corner, can you really live in peace?

In Meng Wei's general camp, Zhao Bing, Bian Ji, and Deng Chanyu sat in front of the fire pit, and there was a roe deer hanging on the fire pit, which was roasted by the fire, making a crackling sound of exploding oil and breaking skin.

In this era of lack of spices, don't think about eating too delicious, and having a bite of barbecue with salt is already a luxury.

But Meng Wei is different, he is a person who is very particular about eating.

The cauldron is stewed, he can also eat it, eighteen years of growth, he has also been hungry and cold, he will not be picky for the sake of food and clothing in his belly.

But if there is an opportunity to make the ingredients more delicious, he will never let it go.

These rough people don't see anything outside, they are usually greedy, once they want to add a meal or something, they are definitely like ring dogs who ask about the fragrance, and they all run over with food utensils and wait for the meal.

Zhao Bing is the closest to him, and he can be the first to smell what he usually eats, which is understandable.

Bian Ji is exaggerated, since he bumped into Meng Wei once roasted pheasants with grass and wood plaster, he ran behind Meng Wei's ass every day, and everyone Meng Wei had eaten once, he was cheeky to go up and ask for it, even if it was also the ring dog meat soup soaked in millet rice made by the gangfang camp, he felt that the Meng Wei bowl was more fragrant than himself.

Deng Chanyu......

Forget it, don't talk about it.

On the last trip to the mountains to collect and sell supplies, the cart of plum wine brought by his father was considered to have been ruined for these people.

"I'll tell you, wait a little to eat and drink, there are only these special products sent by my father, and the merchants should not be able to come in the future, and the Taishi will also let us start to cut down on food and clothing, and after eating this meal, we are not allowed to come to me again to fight the autumn wind."

Looking at the three people in front of him looking like starving ghosts reincarnated, Meng Wei was also weak in his heart, he had said it too many times, his left ear went in and his right ear went out, Shan Fan listened to his words, and he wouldn't smell the smell of meat today and ran over with millet dumplings to join forces.

Meng Wei skillfully took out the soaked dried plum meat in the jar, slipped it into a crushed paste, mixed with wild ginger, mashed into minced and mixed with the juice and wolfberry.

Taste has always been a taste bud enjoyment that the ancients would only consider after solving the problem of satiety.

Being able to add sweet, sour and spicy taste to the salty and fragrant meat flavor is already an extremely rare enjoyment for everyone here.

The mixed dipping sauce is divided into small jars, and then distributed to everyone, holding the delicious clay pots, the youngest Bian Ji, and the greedy want to directly give the tempting sauce in the jar to the first dry as a respect.

Meng Wei slapped Bian Ji on the back of the head, regardless of his aggrieved expression, and said solemnly: "You have to have respect for food, you eat this sauce, what about the barbecue?" If there are a few tastes, then my many preparations will not be in vain? ”

"The young man is impetuous, he can't hold back any food, how can he become a big thing in the future?"

Bian Ji didn't dare to talk back, he was the youngest, this was going to be the last sentence, Meng Wei wanted to teach him three sentences, at this time the gluttonous worm in his stomach was already hungry, he dared to say more, hurriedly nodded yes, and kept admitting his mistakes.

Only then did Meng Wei be satisfied with the short-bladed knife and began to cut through the hot roe deer flesh.

It's also very convenient to have burning, and you are not afraid of being hot, so you can cut the roe deer meat on the flame in such a grand manner.

The roe deer meat is fishy, wrapped in a layer of coarse salt and pickled, and then dipped in a sauce with ginger juice to remove the fishy smell, the taste is very delicious, Zhao Bing and Deng Chanyu can't wait to swallow their tongues together.

"It's delicious, it's rare in my life."

"Taste, you are really amazing, I think Yi Yin will probably be nothing more than that, far less delicious than the delicacies in your hands." Deng Chanyu sincerely praised that she was not a delicious person, but this taste was so unforgettable that she couldn't stop at all.

"Don't you dare to compare with Yi Yin, it's a pity, the camp is only changed to a roe deer, and it's not fat enough, it's all dry and lean meat, if you can bake out oil flowers, you can go down in one bite."

"Slippery!"

"Poof!"

"Aha!"

But when Meng Wei was describing the food, Zhao Bing's saliva actually flowed out of the biting roe deer meat, this reckless man, eating meat in his mouth, listening to others describe the roasted oil flowers, he could also be greedy like this, which made the big guys laugh.

It was the brothers who suffered from the camp next door, who greedily took out their frozen hard millet dumplings and kept licking them.

"Don't lick it, wait for the generals to finish eating, let's start first, try to grab the roe deer head, and throw it into the pot when the time comes, the taste, slippery, is also excellent."

"Don't talk about it, it makes my heart itch."

A few people in the general camp chatted about the past of their hometown about the military orders during this time, looking at Meng Wei and Deng Chanyu with a strange atmosphere, Zhao Bingpao pulled the clay pot that was licked clean in his hand and asked.

"Taste, don't you often say that when you finish the war, you will resign from the military and go home to do business and become a rich man? Tell me about it, what is there to make a living, and tell the big guys. ”

"What can I do to make a living, it's nothing more than exchanging my military exploits for rewards, buying hundreds of acres of fertile land, hundreds of slaves, and practicing martial arts in my yard every day, just entertaining myself."

Meng Wei swallowed the meat in his mouth, and looked at the roe deer that still had a lot of shredded meat pieces hanging on it, and he was a little unsatisfied, and he didn't eat enough at all.

So he got up, removed a thigh bone and threw it into a clay pot, put it on the fire pit and boiled it, and then he could eat it with millet in the soup.

"If I can't be idle, I will open a big restaurant in Chongcheng, and study delicious food and drink every day, which is enough for my life."

Meng Wei twisted the roe deer that still had a third of the meat left, blew a whistle, and the two armor soldiers guarding the door immediately walked in with a smile on their faces.

"Go, dismantle it for the brothers, throw it into the kettle and boil it, it's also a good soup for cooking."

"No, thank you, General."

Meng Wei often ate and lived with the soldiers in the camp, and his reputation as a brother was also well-known throughout the barracks.

Shan Fan has a mouthful of meat to eat, and he will squeeze out the meat to share with his brothers, more than a thousand people, it is unrealistic to expect one person to take a bite, but it is also an excellent thing to replenish strength by boiling it in turn, and salted meat and bone broth is also an excellent supplement to strength.

Deng Chanyu took the initiative to take over everyone's eating utensils, like a hostess, and took the opportunity to help clean up the mess, intentionally or unintentionally mentioned: "There can be a few people in Chongcheng who can afford to eat this delicious delicacy, if you want to be happy, the prosperous Chaoge is a good place to make money, what is there to treat in this bitter cold place." ”

Alas, he sighed lightly in his heart, Meng Wei is not a person who lacks heart, how can he not hear what Deng Chanyu meant, but he has been hesitating in his heart, and many things have not been thought through.

"Although the northern Xinjiang is hard, there are my parents, although Chongcheng is old, it is the hometown where I was born and raised, and I have no ambition to enter the phase, so I can have a stable place and enjoy under the knees of my parents, how happy."

"Boom!"

The pottery bowl shattered to the ground, Deng Chanyu angrily threw the linen cloth in her hand on the ground, and asked loudly: "How old are you, you are young and don't want to make progress, you are greedy for pleasure all day long, I ...... Taishi is really blind, and he will appreciate you such a puddle of mud that can't support the wall. ”

After saying that, she stepped forward aggressively, and just when Zhao Bing and Bian Ji were at a loss and wanted to stop Deng Chanyu, she stopped and looked at Meng Wei's calm eyes angrily.

"Rotten wood cannot be carved." After all, there was no action, but when the beauty left, there seemed to be tears in the corners of her eyes.

"Get out of here!"

"Eh, General Deng, what is this doing?"

Deng Chanyu pushed down Lu Jia, who was about to enter the camp, and walked into a silvery white snowstorm without looking back.

"Alas, why haven't I thought about it, if I could persuade you to stay, I would have spoken a long time ago."

Seeing Deng Chanyu go away, Meng Wei's expression also changed from calm to regret.

"General Meng, this ...... What's going on? ”

The person who was pushed down was none other than Lu Jia, a big businessman on the rich side of Northern Xinjiang.

Looking at Lu Jia who fell in the snow, Meng Wei was confused, why did he come?

How did he get in this heavy snow? The meat of the alien beasts that has been stored recently is no longer sold to the merchants, and the rest has to be kept to survive this cold winter, and they may not have enough to eat.

Patting the snow on his body, Lu Jia took Meng Wei's hand, stood up, and entered the camp together: "General Meng, I specially sent winter clothes and military rations on the order of the Marquis of Chong. ”

"Chongcheng still has the strength to support the army?"

After this heavy snowfall, Chongcheng himself didn't have enough to eat, how could Chonghou dare to send the little life-saving food in his mouth?

"It's General Mo Lihai who came back from Chaoge, and the first batch of grain officials arrived in Chongcheng in a few days, so Master Hou asked me to take someone out of Chongcheng's grain storage first and send it to you."

"I see, that's okay, otherwise, I really doubt when Master Hou has more ability to conjure food out of thin air."

"Alas, don't say it, General, heavy snow will fall before the autumn harvest this year, and a large area of millet farmland will be frozen, and Chongcheng and Northern Xinjiang will be difficult."

Lu Jia, who had a solemn face, glanced at Bian Ji behind Meng Wei, as if he had something to tell outsiders.

Bian Ji was also interested, and he also returned to the camp after confessing, and at this time, there were only three Chongcheng people in the camp, Zhao Bing, Meng Wei, and Lu Jia.

"General, Chonghou has something to tell you and told me to pass it on to you, but remember not to make a noise for the time being."

"The ...... of Asaka City"

"The Shang King has collapsed."