Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 591 I’m not clean anymore

With a stack of horns, the sergeant rose;
The two folded corners are done properly both inside and outside;

Three stacks of angles, soldiers and horses are available.

It seemed that San Diejiao had gone through a long time, but it was earlier than Fan Zheng went out to attend court on weekdays.

After the sound of the trumpet, Xiang Ligan led the soldiers out of the camp in the meager morning light, carefully searching for the direction in which the arrows were shot.

A few groups of blood that had formed scabs were dark and dim, and there were drag marks on the weeds on the ground.

There are also several raw arrows inserted into the mud, and the arrow shafts are only partially buried in the soil, which shows the power of the long bow.

"You should use armor-piercing arrows."

Xiangliqian secretly annoyed.

The opponent seemed to be using a leather shield, which reduced the hit rate of the sharp arrows.

If he shoots an armored arrow, even Peng Pai may not be able to block it.

Arrows need to be recycled. If they are intact, continue to use them. If they are damaged, repair them yourself.

Unless the damage is too severe, most of the soldiers will be able to repair it before using it. Otherwise, what are the knives, files, pliers, drills, sharpening stones, and knot-breaking awls issued?
Only those that are seriously damaged will be handed over step by step, then to the Treasury Department of the Ministry of War, that is, Tang Shanshi, and finally handed over to the Shaofu Supervisor for recasting.

Xiangligan handed over his hand and said: "There are about ten people who broke into the camp. Three of them should have been injured. They cannot run too far. I request you to lead people to arrest and bring them to justice."

Fan Sheng glanced at Fan Zheng and said, "General manager, I think you should never pursue a poor enemy."

The most important thing is that the main purpose of the Hunyi Taoist Army is to safely escort the prince to the Hunyi River, and other things need to be compromised.

Small things like tracking and arresting people can be left to Jingyang County. Feng Youjian is also an official under Yongzhou after all.

Zhou Yige and the others went straight to the border between Jingyang and Yunyang after eating the artificial meal.

Except for the subordinate officials of the Eastern Palace, cooking in the army is based on gangs, with occasional additions and deletions.

For example, Fan Zheng, Sun Jiu, Lei Qi, etc., a total of 22 people, only use two pots.

A pot is a group, which is how the most basic military unit of the Tang Dynasty got its name.

In an army, robes are divided into five colors, and no one except the general is allowed to use red flags.

The soldiers in the army were fed three liters of millet, three in three scoops, three cups, three kui, and three grains per day, which was equivalent to about four kilograms, which seemed like a lot.

During the period of food supply in later generations, some urban residents had 33 kilograms of grain per month, which was about one kilogram or two a day.

Of course, this is the amount of food for a person with light physical strength, and at least double that for a person with heavy physical strength. It is not uncommon to have a big appetite of three to four kilograms. You can eat more when there is a lack of oil and water. People who eat three kilograms and two ounces of rice in one meal are all have.

Gender differences can also lead to differences in appetite. Women usually have smaller appetites.

Salt is half a person's daily branch, which is a large amount of salt.

Vinegar cloth, a substitute for table salt, was a last resort during the early wars. Now that there is enough salt for the military, this kind of thing is naturally abandoned.

Everyone in the army is equipped with a small salt bag.

To put it into detail, salt is something that heavy physical consumers must eat heavily, and some people even eat it extremely hard.

No way, the more you sweat, the more salt you lose, and the more you need to replenish.

Therefore, Fan Zheng and Lei Qi suffered a lot when they ate from the same pot. They were so salty that they often drank water tactically.

Fatty meat and coarse food are not as salty as salt!

Fortunately, Fan Zheng also experienced this feeling during his time in Liaodong, and he became numb to it.

Lei Qi took the last mouthful of millet rice. There was no residue left in the bowl. He patted his belly happily and let out a big burp.

Eight bowls full of rice!
All the rations that Fan Zheng saved went into his stomach. "Manager, your yellow chestnut horse seems to be sick and won't eat water or grass." Lei Qi said slowly.

Fan Zheng glanced at Sun Jiu and said nothing.

Sun Jiu took out a skin bag containing horse medicine.

Generally speaking, each group of soldiers is equipped with two medicine bags for human medicine and horse medicine, which are suitable for emergency treatment of common diseases.

There are three yellow pills for human medicine, water dissolving powder, malaria and dysentery medicine, tuna knife and arrow medicine, etc.

Fan Zheng looked at Sun Jiu tinkering and asked, and Sun Jiu responded: "Pour seven qian each of Glauber's salt and turmeric, add half a tael of cake, and one liter of water. Stir and pour. This is a recipe for horses that cannot eat water and grass if they are hot."

There was a more ruthless move, Sun Jiu thought about it, but didn't say anything.

The same effect can be obtained by stabbing the horse with veins and bleeding.

However, this skill requires the knowledge of a veterinarian. Most people don’t even know where the horse’s pulse is. If you prick randomly, be careful of being kicked.

Ordinary people fed the horse medicine for the two of them, but Sun Jiu easily fed it alone, and the eyes of the yellow chestnut horse were still gentle.

In this regard, Lei Qi and the others are all ashamed.

As the sun began to rise, the two hot air balloons of Feiqi took off one after another, and Brigade Commander Deng Wen led the way into the gondola.

The news about the invasion of the camp last night was spread in the camp, and the proud soldiers couldn't swallow it for a while.

As a flying rider who could not be affected by ground obstacles, he followed with confidence and vowed to regain his face.

Fan Zheng took Sun Jiuxing to the prince's camp and loudly asked to see him. He saw the dark-eyed Li Yifu standing on the left side of the prince, Cheng Chuxia on the right side of the prince, and You Fugui standing behind the prince. Three pairs of eyes stared at Dianshan Lang Pinghu fiercely. .

Ping Hu placed a square plate with a bowl of hot porridge on it. The meat porridge had a faint fragrance. Even Fan Zheng, who had eaten a bowl of rice rice, swallowed in dismay.

No way, just be satisfied with the food cooked according to military methods, and don't expect delicious food.

Today is not the same as in the past, Fan Zheng stands in the position of the manager, he can set an example, let the sons and daughters see that the manager eats the same as them.

Without obvious military exploits, his own combat effectiveness is not enough to convince the crowd, and he cannot share the joys and sorrows, how can he control others?
Fortunately, Fan Zheng is not squeamish, he can eat good food, and he can also eat military meals - just in smaller quantities.

Ping Hu held an exquisite porcelain bowl and a porcelain spoon, filled half a bowl of meat porridge, and ate it slowly and calmly.

No idea, that's what Dian Shanlang does, taste it.

No matter what the prince eats, he has to taste it first.

Fan Zheng suddenly said: "Chen Fan Zheng, please use this bowl and spoon as usual."

Of course Fan Zheng didn't have this knowledge, but it was just a reminder from Sun Jiu, the old Jianghu.

There was disgust that could not be concealed on the prince's face.

I don’t blame the prince for being young, or for having a mysophobia. He tastes food first, and no one said that he should use the bowl and chopsticks of the person who tasted first.

If the first person to taste was a charming and beautiful little lady, the prince would probably be able to get through this test in his heart.

However, Ping Hu is a white-faced and bearded man!
The prince is not an abandoned prince, he is not as good as Long Yang!
Li Yifu's face was straight, and he crossed his hands and saluted: "I, Li Yifu, believe that the prince's words to guests must be mature and prudent."

Although Yuchi Baolin and Cheng Chuxia have different personalities, they have one thing in common: lack of experience.

Not only did Li Yifu realize that people's hearts are sinister, but he himself was teetering on the edge of sinisterness, so he could easily understand Fan Zheng's actions.

It would be out of Li Mao's character not to take this opportunity to show friendship.

The prince twitched his cheeks, silently took the bowl and spoon that Pinghu had used, and ate with disgust.

No matter how fragrant the meat porridge is, it can't arouse the prince's taste buds. He has only one thought: I am not clean anymore.

(End of this chapter)