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() Said to be white flour steamed buns, but these steamed buns have nothing to do with whiteness. They are not small, about the size of two fists, but they are hard to grasp in the hand. They are black with yellow in them, and they are only two feet away from the nose. With this pungent sour smell, God knows this steamed bun was made a few days ago.

Huzi was overjoyed after grabbing the steamed buns. He had no scruples about putting them in his mouth and chewed them. It was delicious and sweet.

According to Er Niu's memory, being able to eat such steamed buns can be regarded as fairy meat.But Liang Yong looked at the black steamed buns, smelled the sour smell, tried hard several times but couldn't open his mouth.Breaking the steamed bun in half to see what was inside made him even more sick. He couldn't tell what kind of flour it was made of, but he found that the inside was green and moldy.

Is this steamed bun still edible?Even in troubled times, it has tarnished the pure title of Mantou.

"Eat Erniu, eat quickly! If you don't eat it, others will steal it." Huzi had already gnawed half of the steamed bun, and Liang Yong was still looking at Mantouzhou with a frown, eagerly urging him.At this time, the soldiers in standard military uniforms who were five meters away from them were looking at them with salivation.Seeing that posture, it really seems to be rushing up to grab steamed buns. . .

Liang Yong gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and opened his mouth to take a bite of the steamed bun. I endured it for my life.

But when he bit down, he found that the steamed bun was as hard as a rock, and the teeth were almost broken by too much force.Moreover, the bitten piece of steamed bun was sour and bitter in the mouth, not to mention eating it, the sour water in the stomach would be stimulated to spit out.

With a sound of "Wow", Liang spat out the steamed buns in one gulp, and took a few mouthfuls to feel better.

"What's wrong with you? You don't feel well, why can't you eat the steamed buns?" Hu Zi asked strangely, the steamed buns he ate were extremely sweet, although Er Niu used to be a young master, but after more than half a year of living here, he is almost the same as himself There is no difference. I used to be able to eat such black steamed buns. It was already delicious like fairy meat.But today he couldn't eat it.

"Take it and eat it!" Liang Yong stuffed the steamed bun into Huzi's palm.

"What do you do?" Hu Zi asked in surprise.

"I'm not hungry yet. This steamed bun is too smelly to eat." Liang shook his head with a bitter face. After being stimulated by the sour steamed bun, he felt much better from hunger.

The tiger was still worried, and after asking several questions, Liang Yong became impatient, and warned him, "You'd better eat it quickly, or the people over there will come and snatch it." Terrified, he quickly swallowed the sour buns in a few mouthfuls.

It was already late at this time, torches and fires were lit around the barracks, and most of the soldiers returned to their huts to rest.After Huzi ate two steamed buns, most of his physical strength recovered, and he was very energetic, but he was very worried about Liang Yong's situation.

Here, Liang Yong also felt very hungry, so he said to Huzi, "You look at the military flag here, it's convenient for me to go to the side." Ignoring Huzi's doubts, he ran into the darkness with his stomach in his arms.

The military camp is very large. Although the plants were severely damaged when the shacks were built, there are still large areas of weeds, shrubs and other plants.Liang Yong squatted in it and searched, dug out some unknown roots, took them to the small river, washed them, and ate them. He found an ant nest and used a small wooden stick to take out many ants and ate them. He was barely half full. But the energy that the human body urgently needs is well supplemented, and the danger of being starved to death is temporarily escaped.

He has the foundation to live in this troubled world again, and finds the starting point of struggle again.

Liang Yong and Hu Zi stayed in the barracks for five days, and it was very peaceful for five days. There was no enemy coming, and there was no intention of attacking the enemy here.Every morning, the officers pulled the soldiers out to practice for two hours, but the intensity was not very high, that is, they walked in formation, divided into various squads according to the weapon configuration of everyone, and taught some simple fighting skills.

It's not that the officers don't want to train the soldiers hard, but that their food and pay are too tight. It is said that each person has two steamed buns per day, but in fact, each person only has one black steamed bun per day.This kind of sour steamed bun is used to feed pigs in modern society, and it is considered dregs. It is strange that it is nutritious for people to eat. At most, it is to maintain the minimum needs of the human body, so there is no energy for intensive training.

Liang Yong's side is also not much better. It is said that there are five steamed buns a day, but in fact there are only two. The only consolation is that one of the two steamed buns is actually a real white flour steamed bun.These were all eaten by the bearded general himself, and the women who couldn't finish them took them over and gave them to Liang secretly.After a few days like this, Liang Yong can still eat a steamed bun every day, and with the roots and wild fruits he picked privately, he can fill his stomach every day, and his body is getting better day by day.

Of course, Liang Yong would not forget Hu Zi when he was full, and half of the roots and wild fruits he picked would be given to Hu Zi, so that he could also eat, and their bodies were recovering at the same time.

It’s just that Liang Yong is very depressed. Neither Erniu’s memory nor Huzi’s explanation can make Liang Yongxie understand this troubled world. He doesn’t even know where it is, which dynasty it belongs to, and the current ruler. Who is it again.

And the understanding of this army is even more limited. In the past few days, Liang Yong has been asking around, and he only knows that this army is called the Big Beard Army. There is only General Big Beard in command. His sphere of influence is within 300 miles around here. The armed force they have is the team of less than 2000 people in front of them.The last time we fought was a month ago. The bearded army fought against the red-nosed general next to him for a 50-kilometer territory.But it was evenly matched, more than a hundred people died on both sides, and the game ended in a draw.

Over the past month, the bearded man and the red nose have been recruiting troops to prepare for another decisive battle.Because of successive years of wars, Big Beard has plundered all the wealth that can be searched in the area under his jurisdiction, and eats almost everything that can be eaten. The army within the 300 miles he controls is more than the common people, and there is no one engaged in production. It became commonplace.

But the bearded man doesn't care about these things, he has never governed the life and death of the people in the area, he only knows how to plunder, and wherever his army goes, he will snatch everything that can be used and eaten.The black steamed buns that Liang Yong was given were snatched from a market town 200 miles away by the troops led by Big Beard half a month ago.

During Liang's time, the conscription work has not stopped. In addition to the following three days, Big Beard has recruited more than 1000 recruits this time. Including the original soldiers, the total number has reached more than 3000.This made the bearded man full of confidence, and decided to attack immediately and fight the red-nosed general again.

But before the decisive battle, he had to solve the problem of food and grass.It had been 20 days since the last time the market town was looted, and the food and grass accumulated in the barracks had been exhausted. The remaining food could only last for a day or two, and even the supply of black steamed buns was cut off.

So when the bearded army marched out, they didn't go directly to the decisive battle with the red-nosed general, but marched eastward, preparing to loot a manor 50 miles away. There was a well-known local wealthy village 'Gao Laozhuang'. Although it was a troubled time, Thousands of acres of rice are still planted there every year, and hundreds of thousands of catties of grain are produced. As long as Gao Laozhuang is looted, the army's food problem for half a year can be solved.