V1.Chapter 28

It was already evening when Yu Wan and her party returned to the village. Every household began to cook. The smoke was wafting up in the village. The heat of discussion among the villagers had passed, and it was no surprise that the two families appeared together.

Today, the bacon is going to be smoked, and the aunt stays at Awan's house all day, and dinner is also served here.

"How's the business going?" The aunt asked rather apprehensively. This was the first time her husband went to town to make a public appearance after his lame leg. She was worried that something was wrong with him.

The uncle smiled and put the money bag he earned on the table.

The aunt opened it for a look, and was instantly shocked: "Why so many?"

The uncle said in high spirits: "It's all sold out, even the marinade is sold out!"

The servants of the General's Mansion in Zhenbei set a precedent, and many customers who didn't buy braised pork followed suit and bought the marinade and went back to cook it by themselves.

There wasn't much marinade, but it didn't sell for much, but I couldn't stand the scene of looting. The uncle had never been so satisfied when he was a cook in the capital.

"So many... are they all sold out?" That was half a pig, and one pair of pigs went into the water! The aunt said again, "Is the pigs also sold when they go into the water?"

In the poor village where the last meal has not been eaten, the pigs are not something that can be discarded at will. They are so hungry that they can even eat grass roots and Guanyin soil. Don't go to the water!

Yu Wan sincerely praised: "Uncle's cooking is delicious, there is no strange taste at all, after everyone has tasted it, they all say that it is better than braised pork!"

The uncle laughed so hard that he couldn't find Bei, and he didn't know whether it was because he was proud of his cooking skills or because he was praised by Yu Wan.

The aunt pressed down the corners of her raised lips and glared at him: "Virtue!"

After that, Yu Song talked about the matter between Chunzhi and Chakuai, and the aunt was shocked when she heard it.

"Thanks to the eldest lady of the General's Mansion, the people in the county government dare not make things difficult for us any more." Yu Song said from the bottom of his heart, "Her servants are not pretentious, gentle and polite, so it can be seen that she herself is like that. She also spoke for the third uncle and the others, and told those stinky arresters not to oppress us ordinary people."

"What a good person." The aunt sighed with emotion.

"It's not as good as my elder sister!" Little Tie Dan said, straightening his body.

"Hello, sister." The little girl learned her tongue.

Yu Wan was amused. She has a muddy leg, what can she compare with the high-ranking general's daughter? Children are so silly and cute.

She pinched the faces of the two little guys: "Sister didn't hurt you in vain, come and see what elder sister brought you?"

She said, and took out two attractive little paper bags from the basket.

Little Tie Dan's eyes instantly straightened: "Osmanthus cake!"

"I want to eat." The little girl said.

Little Tie Dan took his sister and happily went to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

Jiang Shi smiled and looked at them with a gentle face.

"I don't have to sell braised pork tomorrow, right?" said the aunt, and the next market will be three days later.

Yu Wan nodded: "There's no need to sell braised pork tomorrow, but we're going to the town to buy something."

Miss Bai appeared at the market today, not just to help them out. She heard that there is a braised pork in the market in Zhenkou that is better than the braised pork in Baiyulou, so she came to play the restaurant specially, but she knew that the other party was an acquaintance. , After tasting Yu Wan's marinade, she decisively changed her mind and ordered their marinade directly.

The aunt was shocked and didn't know what to do.

She had heard of Baiyulou, the largest restaurant in the town, where ordinary people's things could not be sold at all, and snowflake salt was not sold in the market. This is a special case, but braised pork is such a rare thing. Don't you do it yourself?

Yu Wan said, "We are also lucky. Miss Bai's father is celebrating her birthday, and the cook is too busy, so he asked us to cook the braised vegetables on her father's table."

Since Baiyulou was replaced with snowflake salt, the taste of the dishes has risen by more than one grade.

It is good to have business, and it is even better for a depressed husband to cheer up again. The aunt does not disagree.

"When the business of Baiyulou is finished, we will have a good year!" Yu Song said with a look of anticipation, and after speaking, he glanced at Yu Wan with a stern face, "I don't want to spend time with you!"

The aunt glared at him.

Yu Wan smiled, child, it's a childish thing to say.

The uncle was suddenly silent.

He thought of the third brother of the Northwest Camp. Their family was lively, but the third brother was born and died at the border.

"Uncle." Yu Wan called to him softly.

The aunt sighed, "He misses your grandpa."

Yu Wan paused for a while, and looked at Jiang's family, she saw Jiang's smiling face, now also staring at the sky in a trance.

Auntie... miss your father too, right?

When Dad left, the little iron egg hadn't been born yet, and in six years, he was already so big.

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At noon, the northwest camp was full of snow and snow, and there was not the slightest smell of fireworks.

Since three meals a day have been cancelled, the boiler in the kitchen has never been hot again at noon.

Wearing the old armor that was repaired last night, Yu Yuqing went to a camp that was newly built overnight with an expression like ice.

Outside the camp, a young soldier with a spear was waiting.

Seeing Yu Shaoqing coming, he reached out his hand to stop him: "What are you doing?"

Yu Shaoqing looked at the wooden box in his hand and said, "This is something that Gui Delang will not pack up. He asked me to send it to him, and you can hand it over to him."

"Wait." The soldier said, "It's better for you to hand over such a valuable thing to General Gui Delang yourself."

Yu Shaoqing glanced at the broken cotton wool in the box, and said with a calm expression, "Okay."

Having said that, he will go inside.

The soldiers stopped him again: "Hey? Did I tell you to go in? Gui Delang lined up his troops until late at night. He didn't sleep for a few hours. He just took a break, and you wait for him to wake up."

"Then I'll come back later." Yu Shaoqing said.

The soldier said again: "What if Gui Delang will wake up as soon as you leave? You can just wait here! Gui Delang has a light sleep and may wake up soon."

Yu Shaoqing waited expressionlessly outside the tent where the snow was swaying.

The soldier glanced at him, a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Yu Shaoqing waited in the blizzard for two full hours. One of his hands and feet were frozen and he lost consciousness. Heavy snow fell on his body. His lips were dry and cracked, and bloodshot blood flowed out.

"hate~"

A delicate voice came from the tent, followed by a charming woman.

The woman pulled up the slipped shirt and gave Yu Shaoqing a meaningful look.

Yu Shaoqing's eyelids didn't move.

The woman swayed her soft waist, and Xiang Feng floated past him.

The soldier poured hot water into the account, and when he came out with a pot of used hot water, Yu Shaoqing said blankly, "Can I send in what Gui Delang sent in?"

The soldier said sarcastically: "I'm afraid it won't work, centurion, the general just passed the password, ordering Gui Delang to wake up and go to his tent to discuss government affairs, or you... come back later?"

"Commander? That must be Big Brother Yu!"

"Yan Congming can't touch Big Brother Yu with a single finger!"

"How many barbarians Lao Yu has killed, he has been stabbed in the stomach a few times! Can Yan Congming's shrinking turtle be compared?"

"The master of the thousand is none other than Lao Yu! Yan Congming is a piece of shit!"

Looking at Yu Shaoqing's back, which was gradually drowned by the snowstorm, the soldier sneered, "You are a fart!"