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Perhaps it was because of Fang Xing¡¯s good medicine that Zhu Di had a good sleep in the afternoon without coughing.
The team transporting grain and grass arrived, but Zhu Di was not seen. Zhu Zhanji and Xue Lu came to receive it.
Fang Xing didn¡¯t show up, he was making dinner.
The grasslands in autumn are the most fertile. Xiaodao discovered a large group of yellow sheep at noon. After getting the news, Xin Laoqi set out with his servants. In the military camp, Fang Xing's safety did not need to worry.
Not knowing if there would be any yellow sheep at night, Fang Xing made a big pot of noodle soup.
After soaking the dried vegetables, Fang Xing took out a piece of old bacon. This piece of bacon was made by himself, and he brought more than ten pieces this time.
After scrubbing it clean with warm water, Fang Xing boiled the bacon in water and kept the water.
When you slice bacon, most of it is fat. When you look at it under the light, it is almost transparent.
Saute ginger and garlic, then add bacon and stir-fry, add water.
The setting sun shines on a flag, which makes it look somewhat desolate.
The setting sun illuminated the banner, and Ma Mingfeng was in a low mood.
There was no lid on the pot, so Fang Xing added a few pieces of firewood, then took a step back and looked at the servants returning in the distance, covered with colorful clouds.
What does it feel like to ride a horse?
It¡¯s probably like drag racing in the future.
But if you want to ride a horse, the best place is the grassland. Here you can feel the vastness as far as the eye can see, as if you will never be able to escape from the grassland.
The cheers of the servants could be heard in the wind. Fang Xing stood with his hands behind his hands. When he saw that Li Jia was there, he had a rare smile on his face.
Fang San¡¯s death in battle was a blow to everyone, but Fang Xing would keep that blow deep in his heart, slowly opening it up and slowly wearing it away in the years to come.
The men and horses stopped in front with a gust of wind. Xin Laoqi and others were carrying yellow sheep on their horses.
"Master, there are at least three hundred of those yellow sheep. I just thought you said you wanted to save seeds, so we only got ten of them."
Fang Xing looked at them and saw that they were all fat sheep, so he said, "Your Majesty will give you one, Master Yang and Master Xue will each give you one, and we will take care of the rest ourselves."
Li Jia asked: "Mountain Chief, where is His Highness Taisun?"
Fang Xing looked at the bacon in the pot and said, "He, of course he will come after smelling it."
Xin Laoqi took people to deliver the sheep and went to Zhu Di first. Wang Fusheng almost drooled when he saw it.
"Tsk! This lamb is best eaten roasted. It must have spices, otherwise the taste will be very strong."
Xin Laoqi put the yellow sheep down and said, "Your Majesty's body is not strong enough to eat meat yet, so you can prepare it yourself."
Wang Fusheng wanted to ask for more spices, but his hands were short and he couldn't open his mouth.
Xin Laoqi would not care about this, and then sent Yang Rong and Xue Lu away.
When we returned to Fang Xing's place, the noodle soup was ready, and Zhu Zhanji was there, holding a big bowl with Jia Quan and eating happily.
¡°The gnocchi absorbs the aroma of the bacon, and the dried vegetables remove the greasiness, tsk tsk! The vinegar is also added just right.¡±
This is the most comfortable meal Jia Quan has had since his northern expedition, and he can¡¯t stop praising Fang Xing¡¯s craftsmanship.
Xin Laoqi and others came back, filled a big bowl with pimple soup, squatted aside, and ate louder than Jia Quan.
¡°Chili is just right.¡±
Zhu Zhanji ate half of it and was going to take a rest before eating.
Fang Xing took a bite of garlic, and his tongue ached from the spicy taste, so he quickly took a mouthful of gnocchi and said comfortably: "Sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty. I only like spicy and salty. They are indispensable."
Zhu Zhanji said: "Actually, sweets still have their merits, and it doesn't hurt to eat them occasionally."
Fang Xing pointed at his belly and said, "Sweets are like the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, but spicy food is like the smoke in the desert and the wind whistling in the wind."
Zhu Zhanji felt a little uncomfortable squatting, and his stomach was holding something tight. He stood up and said, "Isn't it said that sweets can make people feel happy?"
This is what Fang Xing said, trying to make an excuse for the sugar cane fields in Jiaozhi.
After Fang Xing finished eating the gnocchi, he put the cleaned yellow sheep in a large pot, cut it into pieces, and finally used a bowl of prepared ingredients to slowly rub it on the yellow sheep's body to marinate it.
"Happiness is good, but things must be reversed when they go to extremes. God naturally has its fair side. Whatever you gain, you will inevitably lose something accordingly."
 Fang Xing went to wash his hands and came back. The guys had all finished eating and were staring at the yellow sheep in the pot with bright eyes.
"Eat it later, otherwise it won't taste good."
The bonfire was lit, and Fang Xing and Zhu Zhanji walked around.
Walking on the grassland at night is actually not a good idea. The crazy mosquitoes can make you doubt your life, so this is why Fang Xing was a little worried when Zhu Di just fell ill.
Even though they applied mosquito repellent lotion on their exposed skin, the two of them couldn't bear the buzzing sound of mosquitoes, and finally returned to the fire.
"Bring up the sheep rack."
Fang Xing only ate a small bowl of noodles and was a little hungry.
"How does it feel to make your own decisions?"
"Not much." Zhu Zhanji said: "There are so many things. This is only tens of thousands of troops. If it were a country, it would be a headache."
"It will get better slowly."
Fang Xing encouraged that Zhu Di suddenly gave up in the past few days and asked Yang Rong and Xue Lu to report to Zhu Zhanji if they had anything to do.
How many things can an army of more than 30,000 people do every day? Most of them were solved by Yang Rong and Xue Lu, and only slightly bigger things came to Zhu Zhanji.
"I know they are all watching me, watching how I handle these things, whether I am firm and dignified, Grandpa Huang must be watching too."
"So I can't be weak, I have to hold on and show the majesty of the royal familybut it's very tiring!"
Zhu Zhanji was a little grumbling, but there was a smile on his face.
"Just do it. If you are proud of it, be proud of it. Why hide it?"
The yellow sheep came up, sneered, and the flames suddenly rose.
Zhu Zhanji said with a melancholy expression: "I know what Grandpa Huang means, but I don't want to."
Zhu Di probably had a sense of crisis when he fell ill this time, so he couldn't wait to train Zhu Zhanji.
But what about Zhu Gaochi?
Father and son, one is often scolded and hit, the other is favored.
How can we turn around if this continues?
Fang Xing also felt melancholy. When he saw no one around, he quietly took out a bottle of liquor and said, "Drink less, so as not to be smelled unsteady."
Unless Zhu Di gives the order, people in the Northern Expedition are not allowed to drink alcohol.
But if Zhu Zhanji really wants to drink, no one will say anything, but it will inevitably be detrimental to his image.
Zhu Zhanji's mood suddenly dropped, and he sighed like Fang Xing.
This is a knot that is difficult to open. It seems to be fine and normal at the moment. What can happen later?
The servants could not drink, so Fang Xing and Zhu Zhanji each poured a small bowl and tasted it slowly.
The night was dark, and the servants went back after eating some mutton, leaving the place to Fang Xing and Zhu Zhanji.
The two of them ate mutton in silence, drank white wine, and thought about their own thoughts.
Fang Xing put the bowl on the ground and suddenly hummed a melodious song.
"¡¡This is¡¡"
Zhu Zhanji also put down his bowl, hugged his knees with his hands, and listened intently.
After singing the song, Zhu Zhanji sighed: "Brother Dehua, did you compose a song for the Meng Yuan people?"
Fang Xing shook his head: "I just expressed my feelings, but it's a pity that I don't know how to sing long tunes."
"good."
Hearing this voice, Fang Xing and Zhu Zhanji stood up quickly, and then both apologized. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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