History Park: Starting with the Imjin War

Once outside the tent, Mo Qin found an open space and spun around like a top.

This habit only helps relieve anxiety and cannot improve intelligence.

But before long, the steam wafting from the kitchen made him stop in his tracks.

He twitched his nose...

Is there porridge?

Yes, and steamed buns too.

The killer move is here! A rich, strong fragrance wafts through the air and hits your nostrils.

It's meat!

Most importantly, it's not the smell of meat with a few specks of oil floating on the side of the pot, but the real aroma of meat stewed in a large pot.

Liu Gao was already waiting outside the kitchen, his neck stretched out so long that half of his body was almost inside the stove.

When he saw Mo Qin coming over, he turned his head and his eyes were practically glowing green.

"Brother Qin! We have meat today! Really meat!"

Lin Jun also came over, holding an empty bowl in her hand, and glanced into the pot upon hearing this.

"Looks like that arrow I took last night wasn't for nothing."

Old Qian, the cook, was standing by the pot wielding a ladle when he saw Mo Qin hand over the wooden plaque given to him by Han Shouyi. He glanced at it briefly and then said nothing more.

With a lift of the spoon, a large piece of stewed meat with skin and tendons was scooped out of the pot and placed in a rough earthenware bowl.

Then he scooped up two spoonfuls of broth and poured it thickly over the rice underneath, which immediately absorbed the color.

"Master Han said so."

Eat as much as you want.

Mo Qin looked down at the bowl of meat.

The meat is a perfect balance of lean and fatty meat; the skin is trembling from stewing, and the tendons are almost completely tender.

The soup is reddish in color, but not very oily. It's not the kind of refined dish made by officials, but rather the real stuff simmered in the large pots of the border troops.

He didn't say anything, just picked up the bowl and started eating.

After taking the first bite, he fell silent for a moment.

The second bite.

The third bite.

The bowl is empty.

Before he could even speak, Lao Qian filled his bowl again.

The second bowl.

The third bowl.

The fourth bowl.

At first, the people next to me were still eating, but as they ate, the kitchen gradually fell silent.

The firefighters stopped.

The veteran managed to gain a foothold.

Even Wang De came out from under the shed, crossed his arms, and leaned against the door, looking this way.

Lin Jun held the bowl of porridge, but didn't bring it to her mouth for a long time.

Yan Qi, unusually, also joined in the fun.

When Liu Gao finished the sixth bowl, his mouth was so wide open that he could fit a steamed bun inside.

By the eighth bowl, Lao Qian's hand was trembling as he handed over the spoon.

After the ninth bowl, Wang De finally spoke.

"I thought you'd reached your limit with those five bowls of porridge last time."

Mochin looked up at him.

At this moment, Wang De's face was blank, and he shook his head repeatedly.

"Now I realize you can eat more than an animal."

Lin Jun put down the bowl of porridge and added, "That's not right."

Liu Gao was taken aback: "What's wrong?"

"Even livestock can't eat as much as he can."

Lin Jun looked at Mo Qin and took another step closer.

"Don't eat the commander out of house and home."

The kitchen staff burst out laughing.

Mo Qin ignored them; nothing mattered more than eating!

After finishing the ninth bowl, he handed the empty bowl forward.

"Is there anything else?"

Old Qian almost threw the spoon into the pot.

"You son of a bitch..."

He cursed while secretly serving him a tenth bowl.

After that bowl was finished, the kitchen fell completely silent.

Ten empty bowls were lined up in a row.

The broth was almost gone, half a basket of steamed buns was gone, and he had even scraped away the last bits of meat scraps from the edge of the pot.

If it weren't for concerns about his image, he would have even wanted to lick the bottom of the pot.

At this moment, Mo Qin let out a long breath.

full.

From this moment on, my stomach is no longer half-dead.

It truly filled the void left by three years of hunger.

Lin Jun stared for a long time before speaking.

"You previously said you had recovered to 50%."

"Um."

"How much of the meal will be enough?"

Mo Qin thought about it carefully.

"About 70%."

Lin Jun rolled her eyes at him.

"If you were in my place, someone like you would have been caught and dissected long ago."

"I wouldn't mind dedicating myself to science and becoming the next Bruno."

Lin Jun's lips twitched, and she couldn't help but laugh.

"There are no crosses here! Nor is there an Inquisition!"

Liu Gao also came over, looking serious.

"Brother Qin, there's something else I want to tell you."

"explain."

"From now on, I'll stand on either side of you when we go into battle."

Why?

Liu Gao said in a serious tone, "Brother Qin ate the equivalent of ten people's worth in one meal. His value has increased, and my loyalty must increase accordingly."

Yan Qi interjected.

"Sycophant."

"nonsense!"

"that is."

Liu Gao glared at him: "You really have a sharp tongue."

"good."

Yan Qi sheathed the arrow. "It's a little smarter than yours."

Even Mo Qin laughed.

Several people came out of the kitchen with smiles on their faces; the sun was shining brightly.

Behind the kitchen was a row of old stables.

At this moment, two people were standing under the eaves, their figures in the shadows.

A man wearing a worn-out blue cloth robe kept his head down, not daring to look up.

It was Xu Qing.

The other shoulder was extremely broad, and the face was not clearly visible, except for a faint scar at the end of the left eyebrow, which was particularly striking.

"Just the four of them?"

Xu Qing immediately bowed.

"Yes. It's them."

Xu Qing swallowed hard. "The tall guy and the woman are players. The other two are locals."

"That's fine then."

"Kill the tall guy and that woman first. As for the other two natives, they're in the way, so get rid of them too."

Xu Qing's lips moved slightly.

"It's not easy to make a move. The tall guy survived the poisoned arrow... and that woman is very clever, last night..."

"I know!"

That man's words stunned Xu Qing.

"Last night's plan was meticulously executed."

"The problem is that we were seen through."

Xu Qing's back was already covered in a layer of cold sweat.

"You should know how much stuff the union smashed this time."

"The intelligence, manpower, props, identity cards, and connections—none of it was given away for free."

"The purpose was to completely destroy the aid-to-Korea supply line."

At this point, he finally turned his head and glanced at Xu Qing.

"The president has been eyeing first place for a long time."

"Nobody will have an easy time until we get that thing."

Sweat beaded on Xu Qing's forehead as he repeatedly said, "I know, I know..."

"You know nothing."

The man said coldly.

"The moment you entered the front camp, you exposed yourself for a woman. We spent a fortune to give you this new look, just so you could be jealous and fight over her?"

Xu Qing's face turned pale instantly.

"I...I didn't..."

"According to union rules, someone like you should be buried alive!"

Xu Qing's legs went weak, and he hurriedly lowered his head, saying, "I won't dare to do it again! I really won't dare to do it again!"

The man snorted coldly.

"Take them out before heading north."

"Tell me what you need, what manpower you need."

"Stop trying to be clever! Stuffing stones in and filling water tanks—that's something a three-year-old would do. Aren't you ashamed?"

Xu Qing's face turned from white to green, and cold sweat poured out layer by layer.

"Yes."

"besides..."

The man glanced in the direction Mo Qin and the others had left, and said, "The aid-to-Korea line will be cut off at Guangning."

Xu Qing nodded quickly.

"Go."

As if granted a pardon, he turned and left.

I had only taken two steps when another voice came from behind me.

"The union can see right through your little scheme."

This is the last chance.

Xu Qing didn't dare look back and walked even faster.

On the other side, Mochin and the others had already dispersed.

Liu Gao was captured by Wang De to move hay, cursing under his breath, but his steps were not slow.

Yan Qi went to the archery range.

Lin Jun then received a temporary pass and was to go to the outer perimeter of the central army to identify the light signs, guard posts, and night watch rules.

Before leaving, she gave Mo Qin special instructions.

"Go find Zhao Tou?"

"Um."

"Keep your mouth shut."

"When have I ever been dishonest?"

"When you open your mouth."

After saying that, she left.

Watching Lin Jun's retreating figure, Mo Qin opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn't utter a curse. He turned around and went to the east side of the martial arts arena.

Zhao Tou was already waiting there.

He was still wearing the same old cotton-padded jacket, still had that slightly lame leg, and was leaning on a real weapon.

The gun stood on the ground, taller than a person, its white waxwood shaft gleaming heavily, and its muzzle still encased in a leather sheath, unlike any ordinary object.

Mochin walked over and stood still.

Zhao looked him up and down.

"Han Shouyi said, 'Marshal Li assigned you to me.'"

"Yes."

"Want to learn?"

"think."

"Really?"

"I really want to."

Zhao nodded and slammed his gun to the ground.

"Kowtowing first."