The days when I fished in Daming

Chapter 187 Nourishing millet porridge

After returning to the city, Zheng Xiong ordered his subordinates to get food, and to show his attitude first.

Of course, the food was not as good as yesterday, there was no meat at all, so I made some steamed buns with mixed grains and it was not enough, so I could only pad my stomach.

There is a wave of millet porridge, but it is for the Ming army to eat. This kind of warming and nourishing panacea is suitable for the Ming army to nourish the stomach.

As a result, when the generals of the Ming army outside Guanwai were basking in the sun, they heard that Zheng Xiong had done a favoritism again, and immediately became furious.

It is conceivable that the trouble came to Zheng Xiong again.

"Master Hou, has the last general ever offended you?"

"Never."

"Is that why Master Hou doesn't like it?"

"No, I have something to say, what's the matter?"

What's the matter, the psychology is unbalanced, and it's just uncomfortable to bask in the sun.

"Since that's the case, the general will just say it straight. What does Lord Hou think about the Yuan army outside the pass? The general doesn't know and doesn't want to know."

"However, why do you over and over again do things that favor one over another? I didn't mention it yesterday. Master Hou has his own consideration."

"Why did we only give us some rice porridge today, while all the Yuan troops outside the pass were prepared with steamed buns. Lord Hou knows that this rice porridge is not very hungry at all. Besides, Lord Hou also knows our situation. It is time to replenish it. Such an act is too chilling."

"I also ask Lord Hou to give me an explanation, and give my brother an explanation."

How to explain it?I said it's for your own good, but you don't really know how to believe it when you look like this!

Different cognitions bring different results. Perhaps for them, it is enough to eat and drink enough for this year. As for health preservation, it is not within their consideration at all.

After thinking about it, Zheng Xiong still told the truth, and asked a rhetorical question first.

"What do I do, you know?"

This must be known, forgetting that Zheng Xiong's old line of business is this.

The army's evaluation of Zheng Xiong is still very high. If it hadn't been for the matter of becoming a Marquis, what should be his attitude in front of Zheng Xiong?

Not to mention the common people in the world, how many people's lives have been saved indirectly just by being in the army. It's not uncommon for relatives and friends to be old and old in the army.

The more I think about it, the more I feel bad. What's wrong with me, why did I become like this.

So what about Champion Hou, it didn't bother me, it's just that the issue of the title makes people uncomfortable, and he never thought of having any intersection with him.

And remembering why this happened, and all the details, it seems that at some point, a demonic wind blew up in the army, and people were talking about the newly-baked champion from top to bottom.

Originally, it was possible to discuss objectively in an unbiased manner, but it didn't fit with me, but suddenly the direction of the wind changed, revealing a meaning from top to bottom.

This champion fell on Zheng Xiong's head, just two words.

"Not fit."

When I face up to this topic, when my conscience gains the upper hand, I face Zheng Xiong's plain rhetorical question.

All doubts are nonsense, what is wrong, what is uncomfortable.

At this moment, they all scattered with the wind, and replied respectfully to Zheng Xiong.

"Withdraw from Huimin Pharmacy."

I don't understand why the general's attitude suddenly changed, Zheng Xiong didn't care about this sudden change, and explained.

"You are our own people. For your sake, eat some rice porridge to nourish your stomach, and then you will eat."

"As for Yuan Jun, I have my own considerations. It's not necessarily a good thing to eat enough, so don't think about it."

"Look, you should eat less now."

This is your profession, what you said is reasonable, and we can't refute it, but after all, what you are engaged in is licking blood from the edge of a knife. You are sick to talk to me about health preservation!

It's a bit confusing to eat less, I'm so hungry, and I still eat less, isn't it fatal.

But after being enlightened, the general no longer looked at people with colored glasses, and Zheng Xiong's explanation was not unacceptable.

After all, they are professionals.

"What Hou Ye said is reasonable, but I hope that Hou Ye will not break his promise, and let us have enough food in the future."

There was a lot of thunder and little rain, and they came rushing in, and they just left like this, still a little uncomfortable.

Not to mention that the general looked comprehensible, and for a moment he figured out the cause and effect of the matter, and walked away with the attitude of everyone being drunk and sober.

Looking at the departing general, dragging his weak body and leaving with difficulty, Zheng Xiong breathed a sigh of relief.

It's all Lao Zhu's fault, and he owes it to himself to be a champion.

Go back and follow the official road, suppressing bandits along the way, and it turned out to be such a mess.

Lao Zhu asked himself to make some military achievements, so he was fooled, so he had to make some noise outside the pass.

Now it's all right, the poison has ruined its reputation, and it's anticlimactic, and it's given to the Yuan army to offer delicious food and drink.

This is not bad, after explaining, he left, and it was really uncomfortable to meet the strange eyes and eyes of his own people in the pass.

Fortunately, there is nothing that one meal can't solve. If there is, then two meals.

After going back to sleep and eating lunch, Zheng Xiong stopped thinking about these troublesome things, and just nestled in his own territory and waited for Yuan Jun to recover.

After Yuan Jun received the food from Zheng Xiong, he was so hungry that he still had lingering fears, just staring at the food in a daze.

But there are always a few who are not afraid of death, choose between pain and hunger, and may experience the pain again, silently pray for the blessing of Changshengtian, and pray for Zheng Xiong's conscience to find out that it is not too bad.

One mouthful, two mouthfuls.

Soon a steamed bun was eaten, and the hunger was not satisfied, so I continued to eat.

No one started to snatch it, and they all watched its state intently, letting it play the role of a guinea pig.

The bold and the timid starve to death. When others are still watching whether the food is edible or not, these people have already eaten enough to walk, and almost died.

Touching the round belly, quietly basking in the sun, closing eyes, praying silently.

A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour, half an hour passed quietly.

In the eyes of everyone expecting, the expected situation did not happen, and everyone's eyes became brighter and brighter.

There is no routine, longevity is blessed, and the few people who are full are grateful for God's protection.

Yuan Jun, who was already hungry, looked at the food Zheng Xiong sent with bright eyes at this time, and he could eat it with confidence.

The power of role models is infinite. If someone takes the lead in experimenting, someone will lead the charge

With the first person to get the food, the second and third soon came, and the soldiers who distributed the food were all squeezed out, leaving only a group of Yuan army soldiers fighting here.

Zheng Xiong didn't give much food, and those who came first still had some to eat, and they were still full.

After hearing the news, the soldiers of the Yuan army who hurried over looked at the empty scene, and their hearts were completely chilled.

Not only does my heart hurt, but my stomach hurts even more, and the feeling of being hungry is too uncomfortable.

I want to cry but have no tears. I could resist this kind of encounter for a day or two, but after I had hope, it was broken by my own people.

The food in the front is full, and there is no scum left in the back. The extreme psychological imbalance finally makes some people fail to hold on under the double blow of body and spirit, and fall to the ground.

(End of this chapter)