Princess Consort of Tang Dynasty

Chapter 270 A Letter from Home

Turkic is very interesting, at least for Xiaowen who has been in Luoyang all year round.

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

Not in wartime, Zhang Yang would always lead a group of people to patrol the border after training.

In Xiao Wen's opinion, it's just showing off, wearing armor and gowns in the crowd, very majestic.

When I go to places where there are few people, I shoot a few flying birds occasionally, and I am very happy when I hit it. If I miss the shot, the bird is not delicious.

Xiaowen is still young, so it is no problem to shoot a target, but to shoot a bird?Unless the bird can catch the arrow in its claws and fake being shot.

"This bird doesn't look good, and it certainly doesn't taste good."

"The sound of this bird is not pleasant, and it is not tasty."

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

This is the result after Xiao Wen was urged to shoot the arrow.The young master just wanted to drive away these unpalatable birds and shoot the rest.

I tried my best to suck my breasts, but none of the arrows came out.

emmm, he doesn't eat milk.

Zhang Yang could only laugh at the side while shooting himself, after all it was about his next ration.

Those who can go out with Zhang Yang to show off their might are naturally those who are skilled in bows and horses and have been on the battlefield, and most of them are archery.

After some teasing, this group of people did not leave Xiaowen behind, and taught him how to shoot birds little by little.

Aiming, judging the flight speed and trajectory of the bird, and determining the end point of the arrow.

When the bow is fully drawn, the arrow will be fired at the fastest speed.

What position works best on a horse.

Xiaowen: "..." Going out to relax is no better than the barracks.

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

It was almost evening, and this group of people was crazy enough.

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

Find a place, light a bonfire, pluck and wash the birds, sprinkle salt and other seasonings, and slowly torture them.

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

Small question: "Didn't you say that the gentleman stays away from the kitchen?"

Zhang Yang: "That's what idiots said. Food and sex, gluttony, is everyone's nature. Naturally, gluttony will eat all over the world, but we don't have such a good cook here, so we have to Learn by yourself."

Little question: "We can go back and eat."

And that's not what an idiot said.

Zhang Yang: "If there is a war and the army can't eat the big pot, you will be hungry?"

Small question: "It's hard to eat?"

Zhang Yang: "Well, why don't we a group of elders carry seasonings with us?"

Little question: "I thought you guys had this interest."

Zhang Yang: "It was all forced out. What uncle taught you today is the necessary skills for going out. First, find something to eat. Second, eat delicious food. 100% starve to death."

Small question: "..."

Thanks, I won't starve.

Zhang Yang began to pass on his culinary know-how, introducing the functions of various seasonings and how to grill meat.

Xiaowen studied very seriously, but the baked things were either mushy or half-baked.

In the end, Zhang Yang could only take a bite of food.

After eating and drinking, Xiaowen thought of an important question again, "No, even if I know how to barbecue, it's useless if I can't hunt prey."

Zhang Yang: "Don't worry, there must be a way for the car to reach the mountain. There are so many people running on the ground in Tianshan Mountain, maybe someone will beg you for food."

Xiao Wen: "That's a good relationship."

This is just worrying that he will not be used to eating in the army. Naturally, someone has prepared the materials. I really hope that hunting will be enough for one person, so I don’t have to do other things all day long.

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

Xiao Wen learned ignorantly, with too many skills to overwhelm him, let's learn, maybe one day he will be able to use it.

The day goes by quickly.

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

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

Xiaowen took out a pen. Although brushes are popular at the moment, what he holds in his hand is a high-end custom-made pencil that is rare in Dazhou.

Since the anthracite leaves the factory, Shen Sanwen tried to make a batch on a small scale, and the capital has already begun to circulate it on a small scale.It is darker in color and lower in hardness than the pencils of later generations, probably because impurities cannot be completely removed.

It is easy to fade when written on paper for a long time, but the paper adhesion is still enough.The pencil itself is thinner and easier to carry than a brush, and it is really convenient to wash the inkstone without grinding ink and filling water.

Xiaowen began to write letters home slowly.It's been a long time since he left home, and he doesn't know how his parents are, only Zhang Yang brings a message from time to time, and he still misses it in his heart.

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

But I didn't seem to learn much after coming to the barracks for a long time.

This is also Xiaowen's first time writing a letter home, and I don't know what to write, so I will just introduce my recent life casually.

Xiaowen wrote.

The Turkic wind is very strong, which makes people's faces hurt, and the temperature difference is also large, so they have to wear thick clothes in the morning and evening.It's too hot during the day and too cold at night.

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

Master asked me to get along well with the soldiers, but many times I couldn't get along with them. When I said a few words, they were astonished and ignorant.

Then today, Master took me to hunt and taught me how to barbecue. A group of people brought seasonings. The food in the army must be terrible. I guess I am not used to it. The rice is delicious.

Is Mr. Father's novel still being serialized?Don’t write if you can’t keep writing, 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 my heart was filled with embarrassment.

I'm very frustrated right now, and I don't have any hope of getting ahead.I thought that I could go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, and that the soldiers were loyal and patriotic, but the reality poured cold water on me.

After finishing writing, Xiao Wen carefully folded the letter and handed it to the messenger soldier.

As soon as the letter was sent, Xiaowen began to wait for a reply. What would his father say, is it the same as what the master said.There are still many things that have not been written in the letter, and he even wanted to chase the letter back and write a new one, but he couldn't.I picked up the pen and wanted to write another letter, but found that the important thing had already been written.

A few days later, Shen Sanwen received an urgent request from the border, a letter from the young prince of the Princess Mansion, the priority level was second only to the expedited report from the [-]-mile informant.

Shen Sanwen looked at the letter and couldn't laugh or cry. This was probably the running account diary he had written before.

What was the weather like today, where did I go today, what did I do, who did I meet, and finally I went home with a certain mood.

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

(End of this chapter)