On the other side of the rows of houses are some two or three-story houses. These houses are filled with things made by Yang Gan.
Arriving at a room filled with the strong aroma of wine, there is a slogan at the door: "No open fires allowed"
No open flames or anything like that could be brought in. After Yang Qian walked in, he saw tenant farmers busy working one by one, with Fujiko Yun constantly giving instructions in the middle.
"Yang Gan, are you here to pull me?" Seeing Yang Gan, Teng Ziyun came over with a smile. Her cheeks were flushed by the heat, and her hair was stuck to her cheeks.
"Well, how's it going?"
"There are already dozens of tanks of distilled alcohol, but it's such a waste of food." Fujikoyun complained.
Yang Qian came to the corner, picked up the wine jar, dipped his finger into some liquid and tasted it, and suddenly there was a burning sensation on his tongue.
"Hehe, this is good stuff."
"What is the use of the alcohol you mentioned? It not only wastes food, but also wastes briquettes."
Yang Qian didn't explain the reason, but Teng Ziyun never understood what this thing was used for, but one thing she understood was that if she used this thing to set fire, the scene would be scary just thinking about it.
"Alcohol should not be drunk. A little overdose will kill people. If someone suffers trauma in the future, such as a cut, wipe it with alcohol first, which will make it easier to get infected."
"What is infection?" Fujiko asked curiously.
"It means ulcers and ulcers. In fact, not many people died on the battlefield during the fighting. Many soldiers died after their wounds fester. With this thing, at least seven out of ten people will not fester and die." death, the casualty rate will be greatly reduced.”
Yang Qian looked at the alcohol with a look of admiration on his face.
Whether it is a group operation or a raid, you can carry it with you, and you can just put it in your bag for small-scale operations.
"This, this is amazing, Yang Qian, how did you grow your brain?" Teng Ziyun and Xiao Yu were shocked at the same time. Such a magical medicine was unheard of, and they looked at Yang Qian in shock.
"How did it grow? Could it be that I have two heads? If I read more, sleep more, and remember to eat breakfast in the morning, I will naturally become smarter." Yang Gan shook his head. It was just a lie anyway.
The two of them stared wide-eyed and recorded everything Yang Gan said. No one would think they were too smart.
"It's almost time to load the truck, transport these things to Baiyunguan, let Tian Zong sign for them, and tell him the taboos about alcohol. If a dozen barrels of alcohol catch fire at the same time, it will be difficult for the gods to extinguish it."
Nothing else matters now. We still need to get all the supplies in order. When the time comes, it’s up to you to decide whether to fight or not.
Yang Qian didn't want to give up a rare fighter opportunity because of lack of supplies. Then Yang Qian would throw himself on the bed and bite the quilt in frustration.
"Is General Yang here?" A voice sounded from outside the door.
Yang Gan came outside and turned out to be a messenger.
"What's up?"
The messenger respectfully took out two letters from his arms, "General Yang, General Tian Zong asked me to send them."
"Wait~~~!"
When Yang Qian opened it, the two women automatically hid aside. This was official documents, military information, and it was a serious crime for people to spy on them.
After a long time, a sneer flashed across the corner of Yang Gan's lips. Ji Jie, that bastard, would be killed by him sooner or later. Yes, Ji Zhao was his brother, but he was not. He would never blink an eye when he started.
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One of the letters was burned directly outside, and the other was handed to Xiao Yu and said, "Tell me what you think."
Xiao Yu hesitated for a moment and immediately began to study. After a while, he sighed longly, "Sir, the internal fighting in Shanyu's court is raging, but there is one missing lead."
Yang Qian pursed his lips, crossed his arms, and kept thinking, a hint of sinisterness gradually appeared in the corner of his mouth.
"Now King Zuo Xian is living in Shan Yu's court, secretly dispatching troops to punish generals. What do you think would happen if Shan Yu's most beloved princess appears on King Zuo Xian's bed?"
Teng Ziyun shook his head, not knowing the cause and effect, but felt that this move was too damaging, but Xiao Yu looked at Yang Qian happily, feeling as if he had met someone of the same kind.
"Young master, this plan is wonderful. It would be even better if you could add another one."
"Huh? What?"
"If in King Zuo Xian's tent, it is found that the most beloved princess has been stripped naked and the token representing the deployment of troops is seen by a large number of important officials, then even if you want to forgive King Zuo Xian, you will not be able to lose face."
Yang Qian looked at Xiao Yu, their eyes facing each other, and the two of them felt a sense of complicity at the same time.
Fujiko Yun shook his head and walked towards the workshop. Two bottomless bastards, whoever offended them would be unlucky.
"Then how to get the Jie Clan and Yue Clan to join the battle."
"Framing false accusations and stirring up trouble."
The corner of Yang Xuan's mouth raised slightly, "What a coincidence. It's exactly what I thought. But after you said this, I feel more confident."
Quickly arriving at a special rest room, Yang Qian quickly wrote two letters, put them into a metal letter bucket, sealed them with ink pads, stamped them with his official seal, roasted them on the fire for a while and handed them to the ordering soldiers.
"I know you are a little tired, but this thing needs to be given to Tian Zong immediately. There must be no omissions."
"Nuo~~!" The messenger carried the mail bucket behind him, mounted his horse and galloped towards Baiyunguan Pass.
"Come on, come on, drink some fruit wine, and have a good meal tonight. I don't know when we will go on an expedition."
"The little girl will stay with the young master today. She won't come back until she's drunk."
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In the evening, after Tian Zong got the letter, his expression changed several times. Why did the young master become so vicious and vicious now? This plan is really a bastard... Even if he puts himself in his shoes, there is no better way to crack it.
Fortunately, fortunately, at least he is one of his own and will not use it on himself. The poison is really poison.
After browsing the letters, he sealed one of the letters intact and asked his subordinates to hand it over to the guards of the Chamber of Commerce and send it to the grassland.
Looking at the remaining letter in his hand, he pondered for a long time and then sent two of his men to court Xian. It would be best if King Xia Wen could find out all the details about Xin Zhao.
In the territory of King Youxian, Fujiko Jin lit the letter with a candle. The light of the fire flickered, making his face dark and difficult to distinguish.
The open fire was extinguished and ashes arose. He didn't notice the pain in his hands at all. He stood up suddenly and called a few guards. After discussing, the group slowly found the market and bought some weapons and some clothes.
A few days later, on a dark and windy night, the lights were brightly lit in the king's tent in Shanyu's court. Officials of all sizes were drunk and kept shouting and cursing. The atmosphere was very lively.
Chanyu was getting old and was about to reach the age where he knew his destiny, but he refused to accept his old age and continued to take concubines every year.
In fact, concubinage has been just a form since a few years ago.
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He didn't touch the girl he married, because his body couldn't bear it, and the doctor suggested that he rest.
Except for the tent where the princess stayed, Shanyu's concubines all lived in the same tent, and some even lived in a room with four or five people.
Although Chanyu has no interest in women anymore, there are exceptions to everything. Among them, a woman under the age of twenty is the only woman he likes, and he is full of joy even if the doctor repeatedly warns him.
This woman was not a Chanyu from the royal court, but an exile from another tribe. She had a clean financial status. By chance, she was seen by the Chanyu, and she was naturally included in the harem.
Because she was favored, her tent was larger than others and very conspicuous. Since she was favored, she has developed the habits of the Central Plains people.
Drinking tea and playing the piano gave her a rather arty feeling. Every time this happened, she would kick the maids out. This was one of the secrets of her success.
In the middle of the night, when no one is whispering, the Shan Yu will naturally be attracted by half-covering his face with his pipa, accompanied by moving music.
Unfortunately, there was no Shanyu waiting today. What was waiting was a middle-aged man wearing a woolen coat and a stern face.
After checking that there was no one on either side, he rushed directly into the tent while holding the patrolling soldiers open. In the woman's frightened eyes, he covered her mouth, knocked her unconscious with a palm, and dragged her outside the camp in the moonlight.
Under the cover of their companions, several people carried the woman to a corner tent. Several pairs of eyes filled with hatred kept looking at the situation outside the tent.
It was a pity that there were only a few soldiers chatting and spanking. One can imagine how low the status of King Zuo Xian was at this time.
Taking advantage of the soldiers' patrol, one of the men immediately jumped into the tent and put a large amount of Mongolian sweat medicine into the wine bottle on the table. Maybe he was worried, so the man also added some Mongolian sweat medicine into the kettle. He checked around for no one before jumping out again. Got out.
Several grown men were waiting in a nearby nook. The night on the grassland was very cold, and even though they were shivering from the cold, they did not waver at all.
A few hours later, a burly man staggered into the tent from outside. After the fire was lit, under the light, he could be seen picking up the kettle from the table and drinking directly.
In just a quarter of an hour, only a "bang" was heard, and the man fell heavily to the ground.
After waiting for some time and finding no movement, several men immediately carried the woman to the room. At this time, the woman had woken up and she stared in horror.
Despair arose spontaneously. She didn't know what would happen. She only knew that she had no background, no strength, and couldn't do anything now.
The leading man picked up the wine bottle, smelled it, and whispered in Hun language, "Drink this."
The woman shook her head suddenly and looked panicked, "This, is this poisonous?"
"It's not poisonous. I just want you to sleep. Whether you can survive tomorrow depends on you. If you resist, I will kill you now." After that, he pulled out the short knife and waved it in front of her.
The woman shuddered and suddenly drank the kumiss in the wine bottle. After a moment, her head tilted and she fainted. The drink plus the sweat medicine made it very powerful.
Seeing that the plan was going well, several men stripped the woman and the unconscious King Zuo Xian naked, then stuffed them into the bed and covered them with quilts. When they were about to leave, the leading man stretched out his hand to signal everyone to stop.
Everyone was a little confused. They saw him put out the candlelight, pour out the kumiss in the wine bottle, and add new kumiss. After thinking about it and finding that there was nothing wrong, everyone retreated.
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