Zhang Yumeng patted her bulging chest and breathed a long sigh of relief, "Then I'll be relieved."
She murmured, "Whenever I train those blacksmiths, I will build machine tools. I feel that cold weapons are unreliable. Hot weapons are the safest."
Yang Gan looked at everyone again, "Come, tell me about your tribe. How many people are there? Are there any other tribes nearby? How many men, women, old people, and children are there in the tribe?"
"Bah~~!" If you want to find out about our tribe, I advise you to give up.
At this time, Ran Jing took an official document and handed it to Yang Qian respectfully.
When Yang Gan saw it, he was immediately happy.
"There are about 3,500 people in your tribe, of which 1,500 are adult men. What I said is correct."
"How do you know?" Arina suddenly blurted out.
Suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something and covered her mouth. Everyone was shocked, but it was already too late.
The corners of Yang Qian's mouth gradually rose into a sneer.
"What other tribes are nearby?"
"Hmph~~~I won't tell you."
"Are you going to use torture to extract a confession?" Ran Jing asked.
Yang Gan waved his hand, "It's okay. I have plenty of time. This is their vanguard. If no one goes back, they will definitely send people to find them again. Then we can just talk to the person who can make the decision."
Just when Yang Qian was about to go out, he suddenly looked at the leading young man curiously.
"How did you find us?"
This is something Yang Qian has never figured out. This is indeed the main battlefield of the Ding Ling people, but his own soldiers are equipped with the best telescopes of this era.
There's no reason. They see their side, but they can't see them. This is completely different from being familiar with the terrain.
Yang Gan's words were simple and clear. Everyone lowered their heads and stopped talking, but he sensitively caught a hint of something strange.
The moment these people lowered their heads, their eyes wandered, looking to one place intentionally or unintentionally. This was instinctive. Without precautions or special training, they would not be able to do so without leaving any trace.
Yang Gan followed everyone's gaze and saw the girl who spoke first. Could it be that she had a special way to discover people like her?
Is it possible that the Ding Ling people are so awesome that they have invented the telescope now?
He took a deep look at the girl and walked outside.
Ran Jing recruited a few soldiers and tied a dozen of them together again. This time they were smarter.
He didn’t resist, and he couldn’t be beaten anyway. He was much more well-behaved than when he was tied up for the first time.
In the distance, there is a gathering place for the Ding Ling tribe.
More than twenty strong middle-aged people were sitting cross-legged in a wooden house. In the middle was a large fire pit, and a woman was poking around inside with a wooden stick.
The rolling fire continued to emit waves of heat, making the faces of everyone present turn red.
The middle-aged woman sitting on the side wearing some jewelry glanced at the middle-aged man below and nodded slightly.
The middle-aged man said in a deep voice, "There has been no news from Wu Qige all day and night. Could something happen?"
"My Nizi is also going. I wonder if she will be in danger?"
"Oh, I told you, those are definitely the Huns, and they are coming with bad intentions. Chief, it's better to be prepared in advance."
"No, clan leader, we have to prepare for war immediately. If we are attacked by them, it will be bad."
But there were other voices.
"If something happens now, it's too late. But don't forget, this is Beihai. Our ancestors lived here hundreds of years ago. How could they just break in?"
"Well, you have to be on guard. The Huns don't want to reason with us. The small tribe in the east was wiped out by them last time. If we hadn't been so large and lived on the islands in the lake, we wouldn't have been able to escape their slaughter. "
The clan leader stood up suddenly and said in a low voice, "Okay, don't argue. Nothing will happen if you argue."
Wu Qige is him
My son, although I don’t like him very much on weekdays, is still my cub after all.
"Gather five hundred tribesmen, take weapons, put on leather armor, and go with me~~~!"
"Yes, leader."
Everyone saluted solemnly and went to gather the tribesmen one after another.
After a total of five hundred tribesmen were fully dressed, some tribesmen led out dozens of majestic wolf dogs, pulled the sled, and galloped away into the distance. .
Campsite by the lake.
Yang Qian was sweating profusely while eating hot pot. He had always thought that there was no hot pot in ancient times.
In fact, there are two theories. One is that hot pot existed during the Warring States Period, and the ancients used clay pots as pots.
Another theory is that hot pot began in the Han Dynasty, and "dou" refers to hot pot. The actual hot pot was unearthed from the cultural relics of the tomb of Haihunhou in the Western Han Dynasty.
It can be seen that hot pot has a history of more than 2,000 years in our country.
But who is Yang Gan? Of course it is a hot pot made of copper, with coal in it, and the heat is definitely enough.
But the problem was that it was too smokey. After testing, I decided to eat outside and found a place sheltered from the wind.
"Hiss~~~"
"Damn, it's so enjoyable~~"
"Heaven of ice and fire."
"It tastes good~~~"
Yang Gan wiped the sweat from his head, chewed a mouthful of fat beef, and said with a smile, "That's not bad. Eating hot pot by Lake Baikal is probably unprecedented and unprecedented."
Zhang Yumeng also wiped his sweat, "It's very hot. The temperature of this coal is too high. You have to keep adding water, otherwise it will burn out long ago."
Cao Wushuang curled his lips and said, "It would be good to eat some. This is a place three thousand miles away from the Central Plains. Yang Qian, have you killed the cow again? This is obviously beef."
Yang Gan shrugged and said, "It's just beef. I have the most cattle, sheep, and horses right now. Let alone beef, I can't finish one in a day. And this is the outer rib of beef, which is perfect for hot pot."
"Paired with my own secret sauce, it tastes great."
Everyone is on their own. Except for Fei Lian and Ran Jing, everyone else is almost sharing a plate of dipping sauce in two or three people.
There is no shortage of supplies, but they cannot be wasted. After all, supplies are very difficult.
At this time, Zhang Yumeng took out a lacquerware from his arms, opened it, and poured some black and purple stuff on the plate.
He picked up a chopstick and put it into his mouth, and a feeling of enjoyment suddenly arose.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it tastes so good."
Yang Qian glanced at it, immediately took the lacquerware, took a bite, his eyes lit up, and complained, "Damn, you are so smart, when did you hide the pickles?"
Zhang Yumeng curled her lips and said, "Brother, we have been here for more than half a month. We eat meat every day. Don't you feel tired of it? I almost vomited, okay? Eat this to relieve my tiredness."
Yang Qian took another bite. It was sour and salty. He said with a happy face, "Where did you find it? Don't tell me that you brought it from Zhuangzi. I trust you with experimental equipment and I trust you with cosmetics. You are definitely not that." Someone who can grow pickles."
Mu Qing smiled and said, "Yang Qian, we have prepared several jars of pickled vegetables among our supplies."
Yang Qian looked at Zhang Yumeng in surprise and said a little weirdly, "It's not normal for you to use such precious lacquerware to pack pickles."
Zhang Yumeng rolled her eyes, "You really don't know. The pickles are good, but they are as frozen as popsicles. I'm so greasy that I used a dagger to dig out a little bit."
"By the way, you should also eat less. Be careful of getting diabetes. If you get diabetes at the age of nine, it will be really miserable. You will not be able to eat anything sweet in the future, and you will even have to eat less. Think about it for yourself. .”
Yang Gan swallowed his saliva, looked at the fat cow in his hand, and suddenly felt that it didn't smell good anymore.
It's not that he doesn't dare to eat. A person who drank Coca-Cola in his previous life will be afraid of diabetes. The main reason is that Zhang Yumeng is just like a dung beetle. He doesn't bite, but he is disgusting.
I always criticize myself, and the backstabbing just now almost hit my lungs.
"Yang Qian, don't worry about what Miss Zhang says, just eat. We who are born with supernatural powers always have a huge appetite and don't eat much meat.
, how can I hold on. "Christina has always scoffed at the idea that eating too much is bad for your health.
For the Spartans, as long as they were full, nutritious and strong, they could eat shit, let alone unpalatable food.
Zhang Yumeng had heard Yang Gan introduce the situation of the Spartans, and said with a straight face, "Don't listen to Krisna's nonsense. You know what Sparta is better than I do."
"That's the lady who is squatting and defecating with her face facing outward. Even the dogs will be slapped on the way. You have to listen to her. Don't worry about whether you can grow up to twenty years old. You will be three tall in your teens."
Yang Qian touched his extremely smooth chin with a tangled look on his face. In his previous life, he was just like that about meat. It didn't matter. It was good to eat some vegetarian food.
I didn’t like eating meat very much when I was a child. My grandma often said that she was the reincarnation of a monk and she never touched fish.
Unexpectedly, after being reborn into this world, he was not afraid of meat and vegetables, and enjoyed all kinds of meat.
"Okay, it seems that I have to be more restrained in the future." Yang Qian seemed to have made some kind of decision, and swallowed the fat in one mouthful, chewing it with enjoyment on his face.
Zhang Yumeng's eyes widened, "I've been telling you for a long time, do you think I farted?"
Yang Qian was stunned and said, "I, didn't I say that in the future, we have to finish this meal before talking about it, so let's wait and let Ge Xiuming take my pulse."
"Can the pulse be detected?" Zhang Yumeng discussed it with Ge Zhao and Ge Xiuming for some time.
But this pulse test is still not good. To be honest, this thing still depends on understanding. Zhang Yumeng felt the pulse of many people and came to a conclusion in just three words.
No difference.
Yang Qian didn't waste any time and immediately went to call for someone. When Ge Xiuming came over, he was stunned.
"Ge Xiuming, you, you seem to have gained weight?"
Ge Xiuming, who was wearing thick clothes, smiled awkwardly, "Your Majesty, you are just kidding me. Isn't it too cold? I ate some more seal meat."
Yang Qian rolled up his sleeves and stretched out his hand. He was suddenly stunned for a moment. He turned to look at Zhang Yumeng and asked, "Three highs, what does the Chinese medicine say?"
"Nothing else, just high blood pressure."
Zhang Yumeng said to Ge Xiuming, "Just tell him whether his liver yang is high or not."
"Okay~!"
Ge Xiuming rubbed his fingers and pressed them on Yang Gan's wrist. Strangely, Yang Gan's wrist was still hot after being exposed to the air for six or seven breaths.
Ge Xiuming couldn't help but admire that your Majesty's physique is really powerful. He is still young now, but once he reaches adulthood, his mighty physique will be incomparable.
Ge Xiuming narrowed his eyes, and his momentum suddenly changed. His fingers were very steady, and even the ultra-low temperature of minus 20 to 30 degrees did not make him flinch.
