Little lucky girl from the peasant family: Queen Splendid

Chapter 351 The temptation to go home

Gong Zhiming couldn't help laughing when he thought of his son running around the house clutching his little butt, and his lovely wife chasing after him in a dress stained with ink.

"In addition, did the old men of Brother Dong write to you to complain? Earlier they asked their sons to fast and sacrifice to heaven, so that God would be gracious to take back the plague of locusts. His head was really kicked by a donkey. I wrapped the locusts in eggs and fried them deliciously. Beautiful, I tricked them into eating a lot. Hmph, they vomited, and later agreed to buy the locusts. Now that the locust plague has passed, I have also made amends to them, but they still saw my nostrils rising to the sky, and my face turned green. Brother Bao came back Let me make the decision, I have suffered a lot of grievances for your country."

The outbreak of the locust plague, such a major event, as an emperor, how could he not know about it even though he was away on an expedition.Prime Minister Fang has already written a detailed memorial and sent it, it is obvious that this old man is also gloating, even the faces of Mr. Dong Ge and others are clearly described.At that time, he had just returned from a tour of the camp, and when he saw the memorial, he just smiled and spouted tea.

Now, when I hear my wife's hard-spoken words, but she actually hides her uneasy words, I feel pity and guilt for some reason.He is not in the capital, and he wants those senior ministers to obey, so she must have dealt with it with all her strength...

Yuchi regretted stealing a big bowl of altar meat, and when he came back happily, he heard the master in the big tent laughing and sighing sometimes, he was a little afraid to go in.

On the contrary, Lao Wu Huanxi came back from behind with a bowl of hand-rolled noodles poured with meat sauce. Seeing him standing at the door of the big tent, looking out, he raised his foot and slapped his ass.

"I don't know the rules, you want to visit the imperial account, it's a death penalty! Do you understand?"

Yu Chihui was staggered by being kicked, turned around and saw that it was the old man, how could he dare to speak, he walked forward with a black face and saluted, and said with a smile, "Uncle Wu, just ask me to do this small job, why did you come here in person? .”

After that, he reached out to take the big bowl, but Lao Wu hid him.

"Forget it, boy, wipe off the grease on your mouth first! I was afraid that you would not be able to serve the emperor well, so I, an old man, came here with you. I told you to bring it in. I am afraid that there will be no noodle soup left in front of the emperor." gone."

Yu Chihui blushed, pulled his sleeves to wipe off the grease on the corner of his mouth, finally opened the curtain of the tent, and reported loudly, "Your Majesty, Uncle Wu has brought noodles."

Gong Zhiming just finished reading the letter, and when he looked up, he saw that the noodles brought by Uncle Wu had been poured with red beef chili sauce. He immediately felt unbearably hungry, so he casually put the letter in his arms.

"Master, let's finish the hand-rolled noodles. That girl named Xiaoqing is very good at craftsmanship. You should put your stomach first, and after a while, these generals will drink less wine. If you have food in your stomach, you can also eat more." Put down a few."

Lao Wu carefully put the noodle bowl away, and put the chopsticks on it.At the end, he patted his head and shouted, "When people are old, they just have poor memory. See, I forgot to serve the young master another bowl of meat. The empress made it with her own hands. You have to taste it first."

After saying that, he was about to go out, but Gong Zhiming stopped him if he didn't want to.

Lao Wu is a veteran who fought with the old Hou Ye on the battlefield. At that time, the old Hou Ye's wife decided to give him the big maid beside him as his wife.It's a pity that when Gong Zhiming was born, his mother had dystocia, and Lao Wu's daughter-in-law worked hard along with her.When Gongzhi's pro-Xue Beng died next year, Gongzhiming's father died of illness, followed by Laohou's wife, perhaps because of too many blows, Lao Wu's daughter-in-law died in the end, not even a bloodline left behind.

Lao Wu never got married again, and stayed in Marquis Wu's Mansion for many years, even when Gong Zhiming feigned death, he never left.

This time the imperial driver personally marched, Uncle Yun couldn't follow because of his poor health, he was really worried about Yuchi regretting this foodie, so he personally asked for orders to follow, with the excuse that he wanted to see the scenery of the grassland.In fact, everyone knows that the old man is loyal and treats him with respect.

"Uncle Wu, a bowl of noodles is enough for me, have you eaten yet?"

Gong Zhiming picked up the chopsticks and asked the old man first, and sure enough, Uncle Wu burst into a smile, and he replied, "Eat, young master, eat quickly. This old slave has to show you the altar meat brought by your mother. Otherwise, don’t be misunderstood by those people in the back camp, and spoil your empress’s heart.”

Gong Zhiming took a bite of the noodles. The familiar taste put him in a good mood. After thinking about it, he said, "How much food did you send in total?"

Uncle Wu felt happy when he thought of those meals, and replied, "I heard that the moon cakes are enough for the army to share two pieces for each person, and the salted eggs are also two pieces for each person, and pork and the like are enough for the army to eat for a meal. What you brought, ten jars of various meat sauces, twenty jars of meat, 200 yuan of various mooncakes, five boxes of pastries and biscuits, two boxes of beef jerky, five jars of meat floss with congee, and ten jars of various pickles .”

The old man has been worrying about preparing delicious meals for his master these days. There used to be a lot of cattle and sheep in the grassland, but now the cattle and sheep are gone, and the supply of food and grass depends on the border towns. I lost weight.Now that the old man was finally looking forward to the food from the capital, the old man was overjoyed. After speaking, he suddenly remembered that the master might have to distribute some to those generals, so he quickly stopped him and said, "Master, this is made by the mother herself. You can’t give it away. It’s really not possible. When you are eating in the future, any general who catches up can reward you with a meal. If you are willing, this old slave will not.”

Gong Zhiming smiled wryly when he heard this, he was as reluctant as cutting flesh, thinking of his wife sweating profusely on such a big summer day, carefully preparing these meals for her, every mouthful he ate felt warm and sweet.But all the generals under the account knew that the Empress gave her body to eat, and these days were too greedy.

So he said, "Split the altar meat into five altars for the banquet, and keep the rest properly, and we will..."

"What next?" Gong Zhiming was halfway through speaking when he saw the curtain of the tent being lifted, and Mr. Wei got in.This old man never regards Gong Zhiming as the emperor, but only as a big bad wolf who deceives his disciples. no more hindrance.

Although his disciples sent him food, his portion was also sent to the camp, and he had everything he needed for clothes, shoes, hats, and food, but the old boy's temper was also greedy and ruthless.The old man thought he still had half of the food in the big cart in the back camp, and when he heard that Gong Zhiming was going to give him a favor, he couldn't wait to jump his feet in distress.

"No, it's my disciple who respects me, absolutely don't move!"

Gong Zhiming had no choice but to say, "These five altars are in my share!"

"It's more or less the same," Old Master Wei finally let go, pointed at the noodles, and told Yuchi Hui, "Bring me a bowl too. It's been a long time since I've tasted the skills of a disciple. Tie Le, these damn barbarians, riding a horse Running fast, hiding everywhere, the grassland is so big, it's really hard to clean up, when can we go home?"

"Go home," Gong Zhiming put down the bowl, and there was a flash of expectation in his eyes, and he said instead, "Starting tomorrow, we will comb the grassland and advance horizontally. Even if it takes some effort, we will be able to catch all the fish that slipped through the net."

"Good idea!" Mr. Wei gave a rare compliment, and finally said, "Speaking of this, you are an expert. I, the old man, only guarantee that you will return to the capital safe and sound, so that I don't have to complain that I didn't take good care of you."

The old and the young chatted lively, and Lao Wu was smiling and serving the tea, not interrupting, but the big tent was so warm.

Soon the sky darkened, and except for the soldiers patrolling the camp, everyone was standing in front of their own pots and stoves, waiting for dinner.There are golden mooncakes in each hand, two salted duck eggs in the pocket, and a bowl of oily braised pork and steamed buns with white noodles in front of them.

None of the people was willing to eat mooncakes, they put them away, and waited to eat them later, or kept them for thought.Some even want to wait until the war is over and take it home for their children to eat.

On the contrary, in the big tent, all the generals ate in full swing.

Several veteran generals who followed Gong Zhiming during the Western Expedition even half-truthfully complained that Gong Zhiming was hiding private matters, which made everyone laugh.After entering the grassland, the tension accumulated for many days also disappeared in the jokes.

When the moon was in the middle of the sky, everyone was full of wine and food, and when they helped them go back to their tents, everyone thought of their wives and children in Kyoto, and wished they could fly back with their wings.So, on the second day, the troops were sent out again. Both the generals and the soldiers were beaten like chicken blood, screaming and killing towards the grassland.Quickly put down Tie Le, clean up these generations of enemies, and then go home with your head held high...

In Kyoto, teahouses and restaurants are also paying close attention to the war on the grassland.Whenever there is news of victory, there are thunderous cheers everywhere.It was Ding Wei who discovered for the first time that everyone in Dong Hao was a war madman.But this is also a good thing. I am always weak and bullied, and I don’t know how to resist the strong.For example, a certain dynasty in her time and space lost power and humiliated the country, and even burned one of the best gardens alive.I remember gnashing my teeth with anger when I went to see it.

The days passed day by day, and with the support of the imperial court, the shipyards in Quanzhou continued to build sea-going ships day and night.As a result, all kinds of fruits from Hainan are sent to Kyoto almost every half month, which has gradually become a habit of the people of Kyoto, and is no longer as novel as it used to be.

There was even a fleet that collected a lot of kelp and salted fish in Quanzhou according to the order, and shipped them to the disaster-stricken Huizhou and Zhuzhou, and even gave them to the local people for free at a reduced price. People love it.It’s not too late now, planting another crop of beans or vegetable melons in the fields and storing them in autumn will always keep the whole family through the half-winter.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing is the silver ship coming back from the island country in the east. Every time it arrives, even though everyone pretends to be calm, there are countless pairs of red eyes secretly...

(End of this chapter)