Nanming: I can build wonders

Chapter 660 Why Should You Be Born into Yumen Pass (Please Subscribe!)

Instinctively, the little Shanxi Huang Hansheng couldn't help lowering his head and looking down.

Immediately, he was dazzled and dizzy, and saw that the comrades lined up for meals were already about the size of little mice.

At this height, even people without acrophobia can't help their heartbeat to speed up.

Huang Hansheng felt that his hands and feet were weak, and he might fall at any moment.

Although I have trained countless times, climbing this watchtower is still a life-and-death experience.

Now the only belief that supports Huang Hansheng is the living allowance for the signal soldiers.

Only by living can he get more subsidies, he must live!

Huang Hansheng followed the method taught by the instructor during the training, holding on to one idea, not caring about the height, and not caring about the increasingly obvious swaying feeling, just climbing up step by step.

His body was tense, and he was about to reach the last iron ladder.

As the saying goes: half a hundred miles is ninety.

Huang Hansheng relaxed at this last moment, stretched out his hand to grab the air, his body lost his balance instantly, and in extreme panic, the other hand also let go.

His hands were empty, and the rest of his legs supported him. Seeing that something was going to happen, he stretched out a big hand, grabbed his right hand firmly, and then pulled him onto a high platform that was so narrow that neither of them could turn around. .

A thick voice sounded: "Stinky boy, you want your family members to receive pensions just on the first day of work?"

Huang Hansheng had just settled in panic, and his words made him dejected again: "Squad leader, my skills are not up to the mark."

The class monitor was a middle-aged man. He patted Huang Hansheng on the shoulder, afraid that he would not dare to come next time, and comforted him: "Boy, don't think too much. This kind of thing is also called the gate of hell. You have to go through it once today. I hope I won't be confused again in the future."

The squad leader was simply thinking too much, the young man was high-spirited, how could it be so easy to let him go.

Huang Hansheng's horror of walking on the edge of life and death soon dissipated. He took out the wine bottle and gave it to Wang Louguan: "The squad leader is right, old cook, what you give is not rice wine, but grain wine from Yizhou, Sichuan. It smells really good!"

The squad leader took it with a laugh, and said happily, "The cook knows that I'm a drunkard, so if I go to get it, I'll give you the dull rice wine instead of the good wine. You've done a great job today!"

The two huddled together with rice bowls in their hands, looking at the sunset that was sinking to the horizon, and chewed heavily.

From time to time, I drank a sip or two of small wine to warm up my body, which is not pleasant!

"The flags of the Han family are all over the Yin Mountains, and they don't send back horses and beards. I wish to serve the country with this body, so why should I be born in Yumen Pass?"

After drinking some wine and looking at the sunset, Huang Hansheng couldn't help but recite a poem.

"You kid can also recite poems, why don't you take the imperial examination or civil service exam, why come here to be a signal soldier, it's really a shame."

The squad leader shook his head. He was middle-aged, otherwise he would have to study culture well. Even if he failed to be a civil servant, he could go to a military academy.

"A good man has ambitions in all directions, so he should win wealth and honor on the battlefield. Well, he has not been a civil servant after taking the exam for two years, and the salary of the signal soldier is so high..."

"If you can't pass the exam, then you can take the exam again. At worst, go to the Yamen to find a temporary job like a clerical job. It's better than being in Yumenguan!"

"Squad leader, that's not what you said. There is a saying that Yumenguan is thinking of returning to old age, and Dingyuan should resign from the ten thousand households!"

"You cow! You bull!"

The two chatted while eating, and the vast land stretched out in front of their eyes. When the sun set, at the intersection of heaven and earth, a thin line of dust was faintly stretching.

"I can't do it, squad leader, I'm about to throw up, every day I cook mutton with radish and beans..."

"If you don't eat, you have to eat. Otherwise, it's too cold at night and your body won't be able to handle it. As a soldier at Yumen Pass, you have to get used to the old three: radish, mutton and beans."

The monitor immediately patted him on the head, really dissatisfied!
How could he get such treatment when he was a soldier in the Taqing before? In a ghostly place like Yumenguan, it is considered good for the Daqing to give dry food, but he still wants to eat meat?

dream!

"Squad leader, I heard that soldiers eat meat every day. At that time, I thought it was a day like heaven. Now that my parents and the villagers want to know that I vomit from eating these, I don't know how to reprimand me for not doing so." Know how to value!"

Huang Hansheng said that, but he was actually quite proud in his heart. It is an honor to serve in the new Ming Dynasty.

"Han Sheng, don't talk about your parents, I want to shoot you to death. The soldiers in the front can only enjoy fresh mutton, and the guards in the rear can only eat bacon and canned food!"

The canned food is fine, the cured meat...

Tsk tsk, in the current weather, the bacon is as hard as iron, and it will definitely kill someone if you swing it.

"Han Sheng, there are people who are drunk and rich and sing songs night and night, and some people live a hard life. Your family's conditions are not bad. There are many places you can't see in New Daming. The people there struggle day and night just to have a full meal. For the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, don't complain about this and that, hold your chest up, and bring peace to all generations is the right thing to do!"

The squad leader is earnest, he knows that everything in the Ming army is hard-won, and he also understands the unevenness of this world.

Although he doesn't have much culture, he firmly remembers the phrase "create peace for all generations".

If he is poor, he will take care of himself alone, and if he is rich, he will benefit the world. What he can do is to guard the frontier for Ming Dynasty.

The two chatted one after another, taking these words as a meal, and pressed themselves to finish the dinner.

The warm radish and mutton soup, soaked in beans and rice, is a luxury delicacy that poor people can't imagine in Gansu.

Gansu belongs to the area that has just been settled for a few years, and its development is relatively slow. It is completely different from the Jiangnan, Pearl River Delta, and Dongning Island of Ming Dynasty.

Fortunately, Daming did not forget about the Northwest. After years of hard work, a spacious and safe traffic line has been established.

Extending from Xi'an to Yumen Pass, hundreds of large and small fort posts cover this transportation line, and all kinds of materials are transported to the front line steadily.

In addition to basic supplies such as rice and beans, the Northwest Frontier Army of the Ming Dynasty also supplied instant noodles and canned food from the imperial capital, and other meats were supplemented on the spot.

Fortunately, the northwest is dominated by animal husbandry, and the supply of mutton is abundant, so the National Defense Forces do not have to worry about eating meat.

It's just that in a battlefield environment, army cooks naturally don't pay much attention to taste like restaurants and restaurants.

The mutton that the officers and soldiers of the National Defense Forces put into their mouths is always full of smell. Naturally, if they eat too much, they will feel sick.

Only veterans like Huang Hansheng's squad leader whose stomach has been inclined to the Mongols can get used to it.

Of course, compared to radish and mutton soup, eating bacon is torture!

The bacon custom-made by the logistics department of the Ministry of War is obviously not the kind that is served on folk dinner tables.

Thinking of cured meat, Huang Hansheng felt that mutton was still delicious, so he continued to make dinner.

At this moment, the squad leader who was planing food was suddenly stunned, not only his eyes were straightened, but his complexion began to turn sour!
Thinking that the squad leader couldn't eat it, Huang Hansheng was about to make fun of it, but when he heard the squad leader spit out the food in one gulp, he gasped and said, "Something's wrong!"

"Squad leader, is there poison in the rice?"

"Get out of the way, don't get in the way!"

(End of this chapter)