Chapter 1145

Thank you for being the 21st leader of this book! Jiageng!

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Maybe it was Fang Xing's good medicine. Zhu Di rarely had a good sleep in the afternoon and didn't cough.

The grain and grass delivery team came, but they didn't see Zhu Di. Zhu Zhanji and Xue Lu came forward to receive it.

Fang Xing didn't show up. He was cooking dinner.

The grassland in autumn is the most fertile. Xiaodao found a large group of yellow sheep at noon. After receiving the news, Xin Laoqi set out with his servants. In the military camp, Fang Xing's safety doesn't have to worry.

I don't know if there will be yellow sheep at night. Fang woke up and made a big pot of noodles and pimple soup.

When the vegetables were dry and soaked in hair, Fang Xing took out an old cured meat, which he made himself. This time, he brought more than ten.

After scrubbing with warm water, Fang Xing boiled the bacon with water and kept the water.

Bacon slices, most of which are fat, are almost transparent when viewed in the light.

Saute ginger and garlic, then saute bacon and add water.

The setting sun shone on a flag with a bleak meaning.

When the sunshine flag falls, the horses sing and the wind blows.

Without the lid, Fang woke up and added some firewood, then stepped back and looked at the servants returning in the distance in rosy clouds.

What's it like to ride a horse?

It's probably like a drag racing in the future.

But if you want to ride a horse, the best place is the grassland. Here you can feel what is boundless, as if you can't run out of the grassland all your life.

The cheers of the servants came from the wind. Fang woke up and stood with his hands down. He saw that Li Jia was also there. He had a rare smile on his face.

Fang San's death is a blow to everyone, but Fang Xing will hide the blow in his heart and slowly open it and spend it in the years to come.

Men and horses stopped in front with a wind. Xin Laoqi and others carried yellow sheep on their horses.

"Sir, the number of yellow sheep is less than 300. Just thinking that you said you wanted to keep seeds, so we only got ten."

Fang woke up and saw that they were all fat sheep, so he said, "your majesty will give one to you, Lord Yang and Lord Xue will give one to you, and we'll take care of the rest by ourselves."

Li Jia asked, "Shanchang, where's your highness TAISUN?"

Fang woke up and looked at the bacon in the pot and said, "he will smell it naturally."

Xin Laoqi took people to deliver the sheep. He went to Zhu Di first. When Wang Fusheng saw it, almost his saliva dripped.

"Tut! It's best to roast the sheep. There must be spices, otherwise it tastes very strong."

Xin Laoqi put down the Yellow sheep and said, "Your Majesty's body can't eat big meat yet. Do it yourself."

Wang Fusheng wanted more spices, but his hands were short and he couldn't open his mouth.

Xin Laoqi didn't care about this, and then sent Yang Rong and Xue Lu.

When we got back to Fang Xing's side, the pimple soup was ready, and Zhu Zhanji was there. He and Jia Quan were holding a big bowl and snoring happily.

"This lump absorbs the smell of bacon, and the dried vegetable is greasy. Tut tut! The vinegar is also added properly."

This was the most comfortable time Jia Quan had eaten since the northern expedition. He kept praising Fang Xing's craft.

Xin Laoqi and others came back. He took a big bowl full of pimple soup, then squatted aside and ate louder than Jia Quan.

"Pepper is just right."

Zhu Zhanji ate half and was ready to have a rest.

Fang Xing bit a mouthful of garlic. His hot tongue hurt, so he quickly snored a lump on his face and said comfortably: "sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty. I only like spicy and salty, which are indispensable."

Zhu Zhanji said: "in fact, sweets still have their way to take. It's OK to eat them occasionally."

Fang Xing pointed to his stomach and said, "sweets are like misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, but spicy is the lonely smoke in the desert, and horses are whistling."

Zhu Zhanji squatted a little uncomfortable and his belly was choked. He got up and said, "don't you say sweets can make people happy?"

This is what Fang Xing said to make excuses for the cross toe sugarcane field.

After Fang Xing finished eating the pimples, he put the stripped and washed yellow sheep in a big pot, then cut flowers, and finally slowly put a bowl of prepared materials on the Yellow sheep to marinate.

"Happiness is good, but things will turn around when they reach the extreme. God naturally has its fair side. What you get is bound to lose accordingly."

Fang woke up, washed his hands and came back. These guys ate well and stared at the Yellow sheep in the pot.

"Eat later, or it won't taste."

The campfire lit up and Fang Xing and Zhu Zhanji walked around.

It's not a good idea to walk on the grassland at night. The mosquitoes are so crazy that you can doubt your life, so this is the reason why Fang woke up when Zhu Di was ill.

Even if they got the mosquito repellent liquid and applied it to the bare skin, they couldn't bear the mosquito buzzing sound, and finally returned to the fire.

"Put the sheep on the shelf."

Fang Xing only ate a small bowl of noodles and got pimples. He was a little hungry.

"How does it feel to be in charge?"

"Not so much." Zhu Zhanji said, "there are so many things. It's just tens of thousands of troops. If it's a country, it's really a headache."

"It will get better slowly."

Fang Xing encouraged Zhu Di to suddenly give up these days and let Yang Rong and Xue Lu go to Zhu Zhanji to deal with something.

How many things can we do every day in an army of more than 30000 people? Most of them were solved by Yang Rong and Xue Lu. Only a little bigger things came to Zhu Zhanji.

"I know they are all watching me, watching me how to deal with these things, whether they are firm and dignified, and grandpa Huang must be watching."

"So I can't be weak. I must carry it and show the majesty of the royal family... But I'm very tired!"

Zhu Zhanji had some complaints, but he had a smile on his face.

"Just do it. If you're proud, you'll be proud. Why hide it."

The Yellow sheep came up and hissed, and the flame suddenly filled.

Zhu Zhanji said with melancholy, "I know what grandpa Huang means, but I don't want to."

Zhu Di was ill this time. He probably had a sense of crisis, so he couldn't wait to cultivate Zhu Zhanji.

But what about Zhu gaochi?

Father and son, one is often scolded and beaten, the other is favored.

How can we turn around like this?

Fang woke up and was blue. He saw a bottle of Baijiu without anyone. He said, "you should drink less so that you won't be smelled."

In the northern expedition, unless Zhu Di speaks, you can't drink alcohol.

However, if Zhu Zhanji really wants to drink, no one will say anything, but it will inevitably be bad for his image.

Zhu Zhanji was suddenly depressed and sighed like Fang Xing.

This is a knot that is difficult to open. At present, it seems nothing. It's normal. What can I do later?

The servants couldn't drink. Fang Xing and Zhu Zhanji poured a small bowl and tasted it slowly.

It was dark. After eating some mutton, the servants went back and left the place for Fang Xing and Zhu Zhanji.

The two men ate mutton, drank Baijiu, and each thought their own mind.

Fang Xing put the bowl on the ground and suddenly hummed a melodious song.

"... this is..."

Zhu Zhanji also put down the bowl, put his hands around his knees and listened attentively.

After the song was sung, Zhu Zhanji sighed, "brother Dehua, did you compose a song for the Mongolian Yuan people?"

Fang Xing shook his head: "it's just a matter of feeling, but it's a pity that the long tune won't work."

"Good."

Hearing this sound, Fang Xing and Zhu Zhanji quickly got up and apologized.