Even if there is a strong woman hoeing the fence, there will be nothing in the long acres.
Liang Chuan lowered his head and stared at the ground without any eye contact with Yang Qi.
Yang Qi's eyes just glanced at Liang Chuan lightly, without paying too much attention.
At this moment, Liang Chuan doesn't have any of the glory of the past. He is wearing rags and unkempt hair. Even if the artist is standing in front of him, he may not be able to recognize him. Yang Qi is busy building fortifications at the top of the city. How can he recognize Liang Chuan?
Liang Chuan carried two bricks to the wall. When he put the bricks down, he secretly glanced at Yang Qi and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that Yang Qi was not paying attention to him.
The old beggar looked at Liang Chuan's worried look. After eating Liang Chuan's beef, his favorable impression of Liang Chuan increased a lot, and he asked: "Do you know Yang Dujian?"
Liang Chuan waved his hand: "How can that be possible? What is his identity and what is my identity? I just heard that newcomers must be beaten with a powerful stick until they become submissive."
"You are overthinking. Those are the methods used in the prison camp against those who disobey discipline. The disobedient here are directly arranged to fight and let the party members deal with it. Why do you need to do it yourself? No matter how disobedient the troops are, they will behave like cats. Similar."
Liang Chuan thought that this was the case. It was estimated that Yang Qi himself had no intention of arguing with him and sacrificing the price too much in a place like this.
At this time, Yang Qi was more panicked than anyone else. A few months ago, he was one of the most popular and romantic young men in Bianjing City. He was well-dressed and well-fed, but in the blink of an eye, he had lost all face and was sent to the northwest to guard the front line.
Just come, who would have known that this war would start on all fronts in one day, and he would not be able to rest in peace anywhere, because a large number of generals died, and he was even sent to the front line of Dingchuan Village to guard the door!
If Li Yuanhao comes, he will be the first to die! Now he can't eat well and can't sleep. He secretly sends people to write letters to Bianjingzhong every day, asking his father to transfer him to another place. However, he can't leave the line of fire with minor injuries. Disobeying orders on the battlefield is the first-class capital crime. Yang Chongxun also He didn't have the ability to transfer his precious son away at this juncture. His son didn't want to die, so whose son was willing to die? Right now, you can only perform meritorious service on the battlefield, and you can be transferred when the time comes, but perform meritorious service? Isn't that a daydream?
"Let's work. The weather is not very good today. I guess there will be dust in the evening. It's a day's work. If you can't finish it today, you'll be whipped tomorrow. Work faster."
Liang Chuan was not quite used to it when he first arrived at work on the first day, but he got used to it the next day. He couldn't pick up the load too fast, he had to do it at a steady pace, and he couldn't be impatient. When the rhythm picked up, he could pick more bricks. The old beggar was in charge. Boiling glutinous rice at the top of the city is considered a good job among these people, because the hot iron pot can warm the body without back pain. Generally, only the corps leader in a team can get this treatment.
Liang Chuan was not greedy for the job, he was just worried that Yang Qi's walking up and down would attract his attention. Yang Qi is just a mean-spirited villain. In a place like this, he has the final say over life and death. If he catches his eye, he will lose his skin even if he is dead!
Liang Chuanli stood on the top of the city and looked around. To the north were towering mountains, and at the foot of the mountain was the endless neighboring country, with sporadic green and a river meandering by. From time to time, a group of cavalry roared past, kicking up a cloud of dust.
The cavalry of the Song Dynasty only served as scouts. It was extremely difficult to form a large-scale cavalry team like the Dangxiang people and the Khitan people. Putting aside the cost of raising horses, several important horse-raising lands would have been occupied by the Khitan people. Even if the party members rob it, Da Song's desire for the racecourse is more than anything else, but there is nothing he can do.
There are three thousand regular imperial troops stationed in the city. They are all Qin soldiers recruited from the three prefectures in the northwest. Their faces are all covered with gold seals. They are afraid that these people will run away. In fact, there is no need. The home of the Qin soldiers is here, Bao Zhai. It means protecting the family. If the village is gone, the next thing to be destroyed will be their hometown. How can they be willing to give in?
There are also more than a thousand logistics troops who are building forts and farming. There are mountains of baggage and gleaming steel knives and spears. The soldiers are strong and armored. On the city wall, there are large tanks with hammers and stones, which contain a disgusting smell. There were golden juices, racks of crossbows, huge beds, crossbows and other equipment on the wall. Even Liang Chuan didn't believe that a team like this could defeat Li Wuhao.
The resting clapper rang again, and everyone who was building the city wall kept carrying bricks to the city wall like clockwork. Upon hearing the sound, everyone stopped in unison.
The cooks carried their burdens up to the top of the city.
The originally desperate people were overjoyed when they saw these shiny gang-heads. People who were already desperate for life would not be unhappy as long as they were not seeking death and saw food coming when they were hungry.
If you are full, you can live, and if you are alive, you have hope. This is the simplest belief of all people.
Why are there so many people who join the army and feel like dying even though they are almost dead in the war? It’s because they have something to eat during the war.
Liang Chuan stood behind the old beggar and unconsciously identified himself as a member of this team.
"What delicious food do you usually eat?"
A group of Song brothers from Xianglongsi Village gave Liang Chuan a fierce look. These words sounded to their ears like they were laughing at them. What kind of stupid words were they saying? Do you think this is a restaurant and inn?
The old beggar laughed and said, "You can try it yourself to see if it tastes good, but it probably won't be as delicious as the yak meat you gave me!"
The cooks distributed a futon-like white and yellow object to each group of soldiers, as well as a jar. Everyone stretched their necks to look at the jar with anticipation.
Liang Chuan is also looking forward to it. What is this delicious food?
"Where's the knife?"
asked the old beggar.
Liang Chuan watched carefully. The old beggar took a hand knife and slashed it at the big futon with a diameter of more than two feet. Then he slashed it again, dividing it into five cuts in total, and divided the futon into ten equal parts.
"Take it!"
Everyone reached out and took away a piece of futon like lightning, leaving only one piece. Liang Chuan finally reached out to get it.
This is a pie! To be more precise, it is like the steamed bun that people in the northwest region love to eat. A small piece is about one foot in size, yellow and white inside, with no fillings added. It is nearly ten centimeters thick. You will definitely feel hungry after eating this piece!
How can I swallow just this piece of cake!
Even if Liangchuan didn't move his mouth, he could tell that this bun was definitely a white-flour bun with no flavor at all. There was no filling in the middle, and there wasn't even a speck of sesame on the top. It was crazy how delicious such a bun would be.
A group of people formed a circle around the jar, and the old beggar called Liang Chuan to come over.
"This cake is called Guokui Cake, and it tastes best when eaten with these pickled vegetables!"
The jar was opened, and the old beggar took a wooden spoon and dug into it vigorously. He took out a black stuff. Liang Chuan took a closer look and saw that it was pickled black bean sauce! Wrapped in those blackened sauces, Liang Chuan's stomach churned and he almost vomited it out.
The Song Jiajun next to him was looking forward to the old beggar, because the quantity of these pickled tempeh is limited, and the weight may be less when you take it out later. In everyone's mind, missing one bite is like missing a big bite of fat.
As the leader of this group, the old beggar was very fair out of public conscience and scooped out about half a spoonful of black bean sauce for everyone. Although Liang Chuan didn't like this stuff, he couldn't carry it until noon without eating it. , I bit the bullet and applied half a spoonful.
The old beggar is the last one. He scraped again and again in the jar with a wooden spoon, and finally managed to scrape out a third of a spoonful of pickled tempeh in the jar. His wrinkled face, which was not very old but looked very old, broke out into a smile.
"Everyone, eat quickly!"
This kind of big cake was everyone's ration, and everyone wolfed it down. It tasted better than chewing yak meat. Even if a bit of cake crumbs fell to the ground, they would pick it up and stuff it into their mouths to eat.
Liang Chuan looked at the biscuit, frowned and took a bite.
Where is the fucking cake? It's just a lump of stone! It was cold and hard and had a rancid smell. The dough seemed to have not risen well, and the taste was a bit jerky. The pickles looked like they had beaten the salt seller to death. They were so salty that they combined the other strange smells. All covered up.
Liang Chuan took a few bites and couldn't eat anymore.
"Why is it so salty?"
"There are well salts and Yanhaizi in the northwest, which are lake salts. There is nothing else but a lot of salt. There is no harm in eating more for our job, and your legs will not get weak during the work!"
Liang Chuan really couldn't swallow it. He ate similar to this during the hard days in the island country when he came to this world. However, this was from the Song Dynasty, a country with abundant resources. People who worked hard for the country actually ate such cheap food that even pigs would not eat!
"Old beggar, I can't eat this piece, please help me eat it!"
The old beggar hesitated: "You really don't want to eat?"
He didn't know where Liang Chuan's jerky came from in the morning, but it was impossible to eat jerky every time. There weren't that many meat sellers outside, right? Besides, buying meat requires money, and his military pay is the lowest. He usually only buys a piece of wheat cake to beat his teeth as a sacrifice. If he doesn't eat this cake, he will starve later.
"I will not eat."
Liang Chuan is very tough.
Although I am a prisoner now, I still have another identity here, that is, a soldier of the country. The guards of the country actually eat this thing. How can I win this battle?
Don’t eat well!
The old beggar took the cake from Liang Chuan and cut it into nine pieces with a knife. He did not eat it himself, but distributed it equally to everyone. The nine people were so excited when they got a small piece of cake, as if they had had an extra delicious meal!
Liang Chuan felt extremely heartbroken when he saw it.
If there is no defeat in the future, this fortress may be preserved for thousands of years, allowing future generations to witness the miracle. However, no one will think about the craftsmen and coolies who built this miracle. What did they eat? It turned out to be a dull piece of food. Tasteless large-faced steamed buns with some salty pickled tempeh, it's simpler and saves time and effort than feeding a few pigs, but that's it.
No one from the old beggar down felt sad, because the people in my hometown might not even be able to eat bread. Who would be willing to come to this battlefield to die, not just because the court distributed food and wages, and countless people died in the famine in their hometown, and even the grass roots and trees were eaten. Now, what else can’t be eaten? After this battle is won, then go home and ask for a wife. Isn't that what life is like!
After the meal, there was no time for digestion, let alone a nap. As soon as the clapper rang, everyone restarted numbly, shouldering their shoulders and carrying their hands. The city wall got higher and higher. The old beggar said that the city wall was actually high enough. Because even the city wall with a height of two people is insurmountable for the Western thieves. It's just that if it's a little higher, these guards will feel more at ease.
In the northwest in the evening, the weather changes suddenly, just like a little girl's temper. It changes at a moment's notice. Lao Beggar, who was born and raised in the northwest, knows this best. True to what he said, not only was there a strong wind, but the wind also carried sand and dust, roaring towards us.
Everyone hid in the tent again.
Liang Chuan went out of the city again before entering the tent. The soldiers guarding the city told Liang Chuan to relieve himself quickly, otherwise he would cry when the city gate was closed.
Liang Chuan didn't go to relieve himself, he just went to get some food.
When a bag full of beef appeared in front of everyone again, everyone couldn't believe their eyes. Where did this kid come from? Why is there endless beef?
Liang Chuan didn't hide his secrets, and the ten people hid in the tent and ate deliciously. No matter how crazy it was outside, it was extremely comfortable inside the tent!
While eating, Liang Chuan suddenly remembered something very important and said to the old beggar, "Can we all go to the city together to pay homage?"
The old beggar chewed the meat and laughed: "That's not possible. At most, two or three people can go out of the city to relieve themselves, and the others have to stay in the city. Why do you suddenly ask about this?"
"Do you believe that Western bandits may come to attack our village recently?"
