Famous Doctor Woman

Chapter 862 Please Order (6)
The cooked meals are still hot. Soldiers line up to eat, and the bowls often become cold. If they are not eaten in time, the porridge and soup will freeze, and the steamed buns will be as hard as a stone, and they cannot be eaten at all. move.

The two thatched houses are next to the main tent in the army, and Mo Yan accepted the kindness of his second brother.

As soon as he entered the door, Mingxi was shocked by a big bed. When he touched it with his little hand, it was hot.

"This is the kang where the people of the Northland live. You can see it now."

There are wardrobes, tables, chairs and benches in the inner room. There are no decorations on it. The thatched house has only been built for a few days. It is said that a fire has been lit these days to drive away the cold air in the house.

Thick Goryeo paper was pasted on the window lattice, and the cold wind outside could still be felt.

"But it's tough."

Mingxi made some comments.

From the pampered environment in the imperial palace to the harsh conditions in the Northland, Xiao Baozi did not dislike him, and did not care about the shabby surroundings.

There is a latrine behind the thatched house, and next to it is a small suite with a small kitchen, which can also be used to boil water for bathing.

Mo Qingyu thought very carefully.

Mo Yan ordered Toner and Mo Zi to remove her usual teapots and bowls from the carriage, and stretched a wire on both sides of the window, and used two layers of thick linoleum to block the cold wind outside the window.

After hanging the curtains, the inner room was pitch black, but the wind was much less.

After the bits and pieces were arranged, the hut immediately felt like home.

Being able to live here is already considered a special privilege.

That night, Wan Yu Yuling went to the big tent in the army and convened the generals to discuss countermeasures overnight. Mo Yan opened his eyes and did not feel sleepy at all.

In the palace, even if Wan Tu Yuling came back late at night, she would sleep on the same couch with her. She was used to his embrace, and now she was alone, feeling empty in her heart.

When exactly did the feelings for him get deeper and deeper, even to the point where not seeing him every day felt like three autumns apart?

The heartless little bun Mingxi was sleeping soundly on one side, the kang was so hot that the little bun fell asleep, kicking the quilt dishonestly.

Mo Yan gently covered Ming Xi with a quilt, and then kissed his tender little face.

The arrival of Mingxi brought a lot of troubles to the couple, but more joy.

Seeing Mingxi, Mo Yan could think of Mingche, Beibei and Yuyu, and the worries in her heart were greatly reduced.

Before I knew it, the sky was bright.

Mo Yan lit the oil lamp on the small table and fetched water from the stove to wash.

"Ma'am, are you awake?"

Mo Zi just got up, and when she saw this, she quickly boiled water. Toner didn't sleep well last night, and just fell asleep at dawn.

"Call me madam, this is not the palace."

Mo Yan waved her hand, back then she and Wanqi Yuling played the role of a couple in the market in the northwest, and they had to collect water and firewood every day, how could they be so delicate.

There are some things she can do by herself, but she doesn't like to be served by others, probably because she was too independent in her previous life.

Mo Zi nodded, and used the iron hook to dig out the ashes in the stove.

Having lived in the Northland before, Mo Zi is quite familiar with these things, but it is really too cold here, and she is a martial arts practitioner, so it is difficult for her to adapt.

It is not yet November of the lunar calendar, and there have been several thick snowfalls in the Northland.

Opening the door of the kitchen, the outside is pure white, only the top of the tent is gray.

There were generals leading the team, and the soldiers ran around Wangwu Mountain, punching and full of energy. The arrival of the emperor made everyone hopeful and their morale increased greatly.

Breakfast is simple steamed buns, rice porridge, and the vegetables brought from Kyoto have long been eaten.

In winter, soldiers in the camp eat radishes, cabbage, potatoes, etc. every day. After eating for a long time, the clear soup lacks water, and they can't tell what it tastes like.

Ming Xi wasn't too picky about his food, so he quickly ate his breakfast and ran outside with his toner.

"Go, don't wander around."

Mo Yan couldn't stay alone, so he hung thick cotton curtains on several doors to block the cold wind.

Although the thatched house was built temporarily, the thatch on the roof is thick and there are a few big stones on it. As long as there is no heavy snowfall, the roof should not collapse.

Last night, the thatched hut was still empty, but looking at it now, it feels like home.

In the morning, the second brother Mo Qingyu sent a chicken, Mo Yan thought about it, and decided to boil some chicken soup for the second brother and her husband to replenish their health.

The journey on the road was nearly a month, and Mo Yan could not stand the pain sitting in the carriage, let alone Wan Qi Yuling, who rode along with the soldiers during the day.

"What are you doing? Let the slaves come."

Toner yawned, realizing that he might have overslept, and was a little embarrassed. Seeing Mo Yan chopping chicken with a kitchen knife, he jumped.

She felt annoyed unconsciously in her heart, it was a sin for a slave to wake up later than her master.

"There are porridge and steamed buns in the pot, you can eat first."

Mo Yan waved his hand, not caring at all.

In the days of wearing clothes in the palace, stretching out hands to eat and opening mouths, the number of hands-on labor can be counted on the fingers, and people are rusty after being idle for a long time.

Cooking chicken soup for the emperor's uncle, just thinking about it made little pink bubbles pop up in her heart.

Toner nodded hesitantly, ate half a steamed bun, drank a bowl of porridge, and hurried outside to chop firewood.

There is a fire at night, firewood is in short supply, and I will go to the surrounding mountains to chop some later.

After going to the bloody water several times, Mo Yan finally added the seasoning, and cut off the old ginseng that he carried with him with satisfaction, and put it into the soup.

Slowly simmer on a low fire, and it will take at least two hours for the chicken soup to taste.

"Toner, don't go out, just watch here."

Mo Yan wiped her hands with a muslin cloth, and greeted the toner who was sweeping the snow outside the door.

In the bloody battle with the barbarians in the previous period, there were still many seriously injured soldiers in the barracks. Because of the harsh conditions, the wounds were repeated and the high fever persisted.

In order not to waste time, she did not go to the big tent in the army, but found the general to lead the way and visited the camp of the wounded soldiers.

The camp saves firewood, and the bonfire is only lit when resting at night. The wounded soldiers are nestled in a large tent. When Mo Yan stepped into the door, he immediately felt the chill hit his face.

The water on the table has already formed a shallow layer of ice.

"Why don't you light firewood to keep warm?"

In a cold environment, it is even more unfavorable for injury recovery.

The soldiers were seriously injured and their resistance was low, and they had to be carefully cared for.

"Your Majesty, fighting against the barbarians will seriously damage our vitality. Only half of the soldiers can participate in the battle, and we have to guard against the barbarians' surprise attacks."

Most of the military supplies are in the border cities, which have been occupied by the barbarians, so the conditions are more difficult than before.

There is firewood on the surrounding mountains, and the soldiers in charge of logistics cut firewood, which is only enough for some people.

The seriously injured soldiers refused, thinking that they were just waiting to die and did not want to drag their brothers down.

(End of this chapter)