Perhaps even many people in later generations will not know that Lanzhou, famous for its ramen, once existed in this world as the capital of a country in history.
Although, the history of its capital building is a bit short and sloppy, and even the imperial palace has not had time to be completely completed.
"Is Xue Ju's palace still there?" Looking at Lanzhou City gradually disappearing behind him, Xiao Han asked with emotion to Chai Shao who rushed to the logistics camp.
Chai Shao followed the bullock cart on horseback, holding a cucumber in his hand and chewing it to his heart's content. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "Yes! But I heard that it has become a temple now. Why, you still want to take Su Dingfang with you?" One trip?”
"Uh, let's forget it."
Xiao Han smiled awkwardly. He didn't really have a grudge against the monk. There was no need to come back with the name of a temple killer?
Besides, Su Dingfang couldn't be fooled now. Even if he wanted to drag him to fight in the autumn wind, he probably wouldn't go again.
"Hahaha..." Seeing Xiao Han's sullen look, Chai Shao couldn't help but point at him and laugh a few times. Then he bit off the remaining half of the cucumber, raised his chin to the east and said, "Don't mention Lanzhou. Now, I’ll be arriving in Chang’an in a few days, how about it, do you have any plans?”
"What plans can I have? Let's go home and let my wife and children warm up on the bed!" Perhaps thinking of going home soon, Xiao Han couldn't help but smile.
I told Xue Pan at the beginning that I would be able to go back before spring at the latest, but I didn’t know it would be summer. I haven’t gone back yet, and I don’t know how my family is doing now. Will my baby girl call her daddy?
"Ahem, I heard that the atmosphere in Chang'an is not very good recently. Some people have other intentions towards the general and you."
Chai Shao saw Xiao Han's happy smile and really didn't want to disturb him, but as a brother, he couldn't tell him about these unappetizing things and give him a warning in advance.
"those people?"
Xiao Han gradually woke up from his longing, and the smile on his face solidified little by little: "Those people have never been tolerant to us! I didn't expect them to applaud us this time! But this is fine! It just so happens I can’t find any reason to go home and stay for a long time…”
"What are you going to do?" Chai Shao couldn't help but trembled when he heard Xiao Han's muttering, and he hurriedly stared at him and asked.
Having known Xiao Han for so long, Chai Shao knew the young man in front of him very well.
If Xiao Han was so angry at this moment that he wanted to kill the other party's whole family, Chai Shao would never be worried at all. He should eat, sleep, and do whatever he should do!
But as calm as he is now, he is not as calm as Xiao Han! This made Chai Shao shiver from the bottom of his heart!
No one knows what the angry Xiao Han will do, not even the emperor!
"Don't worry, I won't do anything! Really!" Xiao Han saw Chai Shao's worried look, and the corners of his thin mouth gradually raised a curve, as if to comfort Chai Shao and himself.
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The sun in late May is already very hot.
In the wheat fields on both sides of the road, the upright wheat plants are filling rapidly and plumply under the catalysis of the sun.
Guanzhong people love to eat pasta!
Therefore, even if the yield of rice per acre is twice that of wheat in the same area, people here are still happy to grow wheat and millet.
“This year’s harvest looks great!”
The army passed by the wheat field. A soldier picked off a wheat ear and skillfully pinched it with his hands. The green wheat grains fell into his palm. He blew gently and the chaff flew out. There were only a few plump wheat grains left in the palm of my hand.
"How many grains of wheat are there?" asked a slightly calm voice behind the soldier.
"I counted, one, two, three... twenty-eight in total! This farming family must have put in a lot of effort! In the past, when my family farmed, twenty trees were considered good seedlings!" The soldier counted the seeds in his palms. Mai Li, just as he answered with a grin, he suddenly realized something was wrong!
Because the brothers who were surrounding him were quickly moving away from him, and the ones with the best relationships among them even looked at him as if he was asking for blessings.
"Twenty-eight? A very good number!" The black-faced Li Shiji walked out from behind the soldier, then reached out and patted him on the shoulder, asking sullenly: "Do you know what to do?"
The soldier turned his head stiffly and glanced at Li Shiji, and then the expression on his face became no different from that of his dead mother. After a long time, he cried and said: "General, I think the number eight is more auspicious, isn't it?"
"What, thirty-eight?" Li Shiji stared at him and asked slowly.
"No, no! Twenty-eight! Just twenty-eight!" The soldier was inexplicably sad and angry. He swallowed the grains of wheat in his hand, then turned back three times and walked towards the end of the team.
The pardon order that the soldiers were looking forward to was not uttered from Li Shiji's mouth in the end, so soon, at the end of the line, there was the sound of boards falling and the groans of soldiers gritting their teeth.
The marching army must not destroy the crops!
No one knows when this rule, which is not written into the regulations, began to appear, but it has been widely circulated in the military.
Here, even if he is as strong as Cao Cao, he will be punished by cutting off his hair after his horse tramples the wheat field!
It is estimated that the soldier who was beaten at this time also wanted to use his hair to replace his stupidity and cause trouble, but he had no choice. He was a hero, he was just a bear, and he was still crying in tears after being beaten.
Twenty-eight strokes of the board, not too much but not too much! And every board has almost the same strength, which will not only break people but also make them miserable!
Perhaps, if he could see the owner of this land at this time, the soldiers would tell him viciously: "Don't be so careful about planting the land next time. Just plant whatever you want. It's best not to even produce grains, but only to produce grains." Just order the bran!
"Son of a bitch, what a dirty trick! Hiss...it hurts!"
After finishing all the beatings, the soldier got up from the ground with a breath of cold air, then held his waist and limped towards the wheat field.
"Hey! What are you doing again?"
Behind him, several brothers in the army looked at his back and were shocked. They thought he had been hit on the head and shouted hurriedly.
"What are you calling for?!" When the beaten soldier heard the shouting, the man turned around angrily and cursed: "What are you calling for? Can't I go to the toilet? Ah... Plop!"
"Well……"
Seeing this guy tripping over a stone from me, he fell heavily into the wheat field and smashed a big glyph in the neat wheat field. Everyone, including the military judge, closed their eyes.
I just picked one wheat plant, and it was beaten to pieces, and now it's overwhelming?
"At least, it will take several thousand wheat stalks. If we go by the calculation just now... more than 10,000 pieces of wheat... ugh! "
