Three Kingdoms: I rely on system loopholes to survive

Chapter 178 Deer meat is delicious
  Most of the yellow scarves who are practicing are young adults in their twenties to early thirties, and they have a blood-heated aura about them.

There is no unified method for fighting moves, but they are very sharp and fast. It can be seen that Zhang Niujiao and Zhang Yan put a lot of thought into training.

Zhang Yan saw that Zhong Ping was very interested in his brothers, so he introduced Zhong Ping to them with great interest.

Compared with ordinary armies, the Yellow Turbans under his command do not need to gather morale and people's hearts because of their belief in Huang Taiyi.

When they were in Montenegro, they had many brothers, many of whom were old and young. In order to make ends meet, they often committed robberies.

The mountains are criss-crossed and rugged, allowing his brothers to develop the ability to walk in the mountains as if they were walking on flat ground, and to surprise pedestrians in the forest.

Zhang Yan didn't pay much attention to martial arts moves. At that time, many of his men could only use wooden sticks and wooden spears. In addition to large-scale attacks on nearby nobles and powerful men, most of the time when they went out to rob, the weapons they could use were not sophisticated. .

Therefore, Zhang Yan trains his troops to ensure that his brothers can hit the target with one blow and only hit the vital points. No matter what method is used, it only needs to be effective.

Zhong Ping listened and watched at the same time. Zhang Yan's military training method was only suitable for him. If it were anyone else, the shortcomings would be too obvious.

The personal abilities of the soldiers trained in this way can indeed be greatly improved, but the messy way of responding to the enemy can easily cause confusion. Without the commanding power of Zhang Yan to enforce orders and prohibitions, it might lead to a situation of self-defeat without fighting.

"I can't stay long, I'm leaving now."

Zhongping dug in his sleeves, took out another rice cake, and stuffed it into Zhang Yan's hand.

"Although I think Xudu's rice cakes are not as delicious as Chang'an's, they still taste good, and you don't have to pay for them. I'll share them with you."

Zhang Yan picked up the rice cake blankly and took a bite from the corner of her mouth. She subconsciously asked, "Didn't you pay for it yourself?"

"Ah."

Zhongpei seemed to just mention it casually, but the slightly raised corners of his mouth still revealed his good mood: "My father gave it to me."

Zhang Yan silently looked at the rice cake in her hand, then looked up at Zhongping.

Although these words were indeed in line with Thongpei's current age... However, he thought of Thongpei who had just talked to him heart to heart and made plans for him.

I always feel as if I am not alone.

Zhongping was actually a little embarrassed when he said it, but after he finished speaking, he felt refreshed.

Although it's just a few pieces of cake, and it doesn't actually cost much, it's not often that Zhong Ji expresses his concern so bluntly.

Yesterday, when Zhongping and Zhongji were walking back to Luli, Zhongping's eyes briefly stopped at the vendors in the market. After returning home, Zhongping finally stopped eating porridge and ate the corn rice Zhongji bought.

Before going out this morning, Wu Zhi reminded Zhong Ping that Zhong Ji had prepared Zhong Ping for him as a morning meal. Zhong Ping was flattered.

After all, Zhongji has always been very principled and stayed away from the food sold by outside vendors, and was not even willing to let Zhongping eat it, but this time he actually complied with Zhongping's wishes for two meals in a row.

After Zhongping made some insinuations and made sure that his father had not been time-traveled or taken away, he was able to wait until now to "show off" to Zhang Yan. It was really a sign of patience.

Although Zhang Yan didn't quite understand why Zhong Ping was excited, she also remembered that Zhong Ping loved eating Chang'an rice dumplings.

He thought that when he returned to Montenegro, he might have a chance to find a Chang'an vendor who made Zhongping, and he would remember to send it to Zhongping when the time came.

Zhong Ping said goodbye to Zhang Yan, wondering whether he should go to Xi Zhicai's place for a visit. After all, the last time he saw him at the gate of the city, he was talking about the arrival of an old friend.

Xi Zhicai’s old friend?

Is it Guo Jia?

He recalled Xi Zhicai's heartfelt expression of joy and his words about having a drunken time with his old friend, and he increasingly felt that the old friend was Guo Jia, who was famous for his genius.

Walking out of the school grounds, not far away is the undulating Piling. Although the trees are withered in winter, you can still faintly see traces of small animal activities. It is an excellent place for hunting.

Zhongping saw a few gray-blue birds chirping in the tree, jumping nimbly among the black dead branches. Just as he was thinking about the name of the birds, he heard a "whoosh" sound as the arrow feathers broke. When the sky was empty, a gray bird fell into the snow, and the remaining birds immediately dispersed with a flutter.

"Who is hunting here?"

As soon as he asked the question, he already guessed the answer in his heart. Sure enough, after a while, Cao Ang's familiar voice started to chirp.

"But Mr. Young?"

Cao Ang turned over and dismounted, ignoring the bird that was hit by the arrow. He raised a smile and took a few steps to greet him: "Mr. Ang Shenian!"

Zhong Pingxin said that the child probably skipped class and went hunting again, but seeing that he was really happy, he pretended not to know and didn't expose it.

"I haven't seen you for several months. The eldest son is much taller and stronger."

Cao Ang's height should have followed that of his mother. He was tall and well-proportioned, but his facial features were exactly the same as Cao Cao's, but now they still glowed with a clear and innocent light.

"How's your harvest today?"

Zhong Ping asked with a smile. He looked at the quiver on the horse. There were only two or three arrows left in it. It could be seen that Cao Ang had gained a lot this time.

"I even managed to hunt some deer deer..."

Cao Ang spoke in a humble tone. When he saw Zhong Ping's cloak, he added, "There are some deer with good fur. I want to make a fur coat and send it to my husband's house."

While he was talking, Cao Ang's attendants also rushed over. Cao Ang hurriedly asked people to take the deer to show Zhongping.

Deer deer are plump in winter, and these deer look very heavy. Their gray-yellow fur is smooth and clean, without any damage. The arrow feathers are either buried in the deer's head, or penetrated through the limbs, and none of them fall on the back and abdomen. of.

"I would rather the eldest master send you deer meat."

Zhong Ping joked and couldn't help but admire: "The eldest master's shooting skills are getting better and better."

Cao Ang smiled heartily: "It's hard for me to take these deer back. Why don't we roast them here and eat them. I'll send the rest later."

Before Zhong Ping could refuse, Cao Ang had already ordered his followers to collect firewood and make a fire.

He found a clean stone, then used the hem of his clothes to sweep away the dust on the stone, and invited Zhongping to sit down. He directly lifted up the corners of his robe, sat on the ground carelessly, and started to break down the deer with great interest.

"The ground is cold and damp, so I can't sit for a long time." Zhongping looked around and couldn't find any dead leaves or other things that could be used to lay on the ground, so he took out the thick linen wrapping the rice from his arms, folded it thickly and handed it over. Give it to Cao Ang and ask him to sit down on the ground.

"Mr. still cares about Ang."

Cao Ang was moved in his heart, and his tone was filled with guilt: "Sir returned to Xudu, but Ang did not come to visit him immediately. It is Ang's fault."

Zhong Ping was very tolerant towards Cao Ang. He didn't take such trivial matters to heart. He laughed and joked: "It would really trouble me if you came to visit me. There are several days during the day when I am too lazy to get up early, and I am afraid I will have to wake up early in the afternoon." When I go out, if you come early, you will disturb my dreams; if you come late, you will hardly see me."

"Then it's really a student's luck to meet Mr. today."

After hearing this, Cao Ang felt relieved, with a smile on his eyes and lips. He cut off a piece of fat and thin deer meat and roasted it on the fire.

Zhongping said he wanted to eat deer meat, which was just a joke at first, but now that the meat was roasted and the aroma was really coming out, it really aroused his greed.

only……

Watching Cao Ang serve roasted deer meat, he couldn't help but think of the bowl of venison on the road.

Zhong Ping shook his head slightly to drive this association out of his mind. He took the dagger handed over by Cao Ang and took a tentative bite of the deer meat.

Don’t tell me, it tastes really good!
  Although there are no seasonings added, this deer meat is fresh enough and has enough fat. It is roasted with a hint of sweetness and oily aroma, making it tender and delicious.

Cao Ang kept paying attention to Zhongping's expression, and he was happy to see that he liked it. Looking at the remaining deer, he still felt that it was not enough, and thought about hunting some more in a few days to send to Zhongping.

"It has been a long time since Mr. Xu was away from Xudu, and Mr. Wenruo, the student, has been suffering for a long time!"

Cao Ang turned the deer's legs over, sat down next to Zhongping - of course, not forgetting to move the linen cloth Zhongping gave him - and began to "pour out the bitter water".

"what happened?"

Zhongping put the deer meat in his mouth, smiling but not smiling, pretending not to know.

"Sir, sir."

Cao Ang smiled flatteringly: "Sir, you also know that Mr. Wenruo has assigned too many lessons..."

Zhong Ping avoided Cao Ang's stretched out hand and said helplessly: "The strange Taoist is so attentive...it is really soft-spoken. If it is really all arranged by Uncle Xun, it's okay for me to say it, but I think most of them are requested by Duke Cao, right?" "

Cao Ang was keenly aware that Zhong Ping had changed his name to Cao Cao. His eyes were slightly focused, but his face was still pleading: "Sir, if you love me, you will not just sit idly by."

Zhong Pingxin said that he would have gone back straight away if he had known about it earlier. Why bother watching some birds here if he had nothing to do? Putting aside the fact that he is actually reluctant to go to Cao's Mansion now, even if he did go, wouldn't this opening expose Cao Ang's skipping class today?

"How about I go back and ask Uncle Xun to be your lobbyist?"

Zhong Ping thought for a moment and felt that Xun You should start with this matter. He did not doubt whether Cao Ang exaggerated the importance of his studies, but secretly analyzed the probability of success in this matter.

Cao Ang frowned briefly.

Naturally, he heard that Zhong Ping was unwilling to enter Cao's house.

It seems that the rift between father and husband is not deep...

When Cao Ang was studying with Zhongping in Dongjun, he vaguely noticed that many of Zhongping's ideas were in conflict with his father's actions. After months of training in the military camp, Cao Ang's mentality was already very different, but he never showed it to the public.

He knew that what Zhongpei said was the truth, but knowing was one thing and doing it was another.

Doesn't his father know that benevolence and virtue govern the people, and maintaining life and death without regrets is the beginning of kingship?

But the problem is that now is not the time to support the people, but to prepare troops. The truth may be correct, but it is inappropriate.

The gentleman is a benevolent gentleman, and I should treat him with sincerity.

Cao Ang knew that Zhong Ping's change was probably due to the Battle of Xuzhou.

He was thinking, if he were in his father's position, how would he fight this battle?
  Maybe Mr. Gu would not kill openly and wantonly, right? He will definitely kill people like his father, but maybe he will kill less.

He did learn how to "love others" from Zhongping, but the people he loved were "people". If they were not my people, why should he love them?
  Cao Ang secretly planned to poach his father's corner.

Zhong Ping was wondering how much homework Cao Cao had assigned to Cao Ang.

The two of them were each thinking. The fat from the deer's legs dripped into the fire, and the smell of the meat became more and more tempting.

"Zixiu told me it was easy to find!"

The dead branches creaked under the footsteps of the visitors. Zhongping followed the sound and saw a frail young man with a brown scarf on his head and a gray robe. He was wiping his sweat and walking towards Cao Ang. He was slightly out of breath.

Zhongping felt that this person seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember his name for a moment.

"uncle!"

Cao Ang glanced at Zhong Ping first, then stood up obediently, looking a little panicked: "But father found out that I am not in the house?"

Zhong Ping suddenly realized that the person in front of him was Cao De, who had "lived and died together" with him.

Cao De nodded, with some sympathy in his brows.

Cao Ang seemed to feel that something was not good, and immediately grabbed Zhong Ping's sleeve: "Sir, help me!"

Zhong Pingxin said that I can't help you with this matter...

Cao Ang held on to Zhong Ping and didn't let go. Zhong Ping struggled a bit but didn't break away.

Cao De also noticed Zhong Ping at this time and took a closer look: Isn't this the young man Zhong who saved him and his father?
  So he didn't stop watching, and started to persuade: "The young master saved my life in the past. I have long thought about thanking him face to face, but I have been unable to do so. When we meet today, it is the time to retaliate."

Zhong Ping struggled again, feeling that the hem of his clothes might no longer be able to withstand such strength. He glanced angrily at Cao Ang, who was holding on to his clothes, and saluted Cao De: "This is disrespectful to Ping."

(End of this chapter)