The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

Even the news that businessmen can understand is already open.

When Jiang qianxia learned that she had to follow the army and cross the distance of nearly a thousand miles from east to west to deliver materials to the West Beijing army, she was almost collapsed.

The young leave home and the old return. In ancient times, they traveled abroad. The long journey is really calculated in years. There is no condition to go home often.

In later generations, it was too long a day. Jiang qianxia followed the army for a whole month and a half, poetic from autumn to winter.

With abundant water and grass, Ganzhou, known as Ganzhou on the south of the Yangtze River, is also desolate at this time.

In one year, withers and thrives once each Chinese family cultivated and tamed the land.

The pasture has long been divided up by the herdsmen who are busy putting autumn fat on the cattle and sheep. Even the hay is cut back to the tribe to save it. They want to make more cattle and sheep survive the winter safely.

The proud Dachan soldiers disdain to embarrass the pure herdsmen. After all, it's spring next year. Dachan also wants to collect more good skins and tendons for making strong crossbow bowstrings.

Since the border near Ganzhou, Jiang qianxia lost the interest of being a carriage lazy.

The first snow of this year has just fallen on the grassland. The goose feather heavy snow makes Jiang qianxia, a southerner, curse endlessly.

This is not a safe future. You can play with snow foolishly. On the primitive grassland, the wetland turns into a mushy swamp in the dry season.

Covered with a layer of snow, this is the best huangquan road.

"The wheel is stuck again. Where's the board! Two people!"

Looking at a carriage full of goods, the wheels fell into the mud. A soldier happily turned out of the car and inserted a wooden board in front of the wheels. The other people found a stone to cushion and pried it with a wooden stick from the back.

Shouting two slogans in unison, a carriage that usually can't be pulled out by more than a dozen people jumped out of the trap so easily.

This is the way Jiang qianxia taught his soldiers when his carriage fell in. It's just a simple lever principle.

In the hands of soldiers, Leng has become a new way to show off their strength. The men in Guanzhong like this moment of "being able to carry the tripod".

However, Jiang qianxia, who invented this method of play, has rarely traveled by carriage since then. She would rather sit on the gentle mare's back and bump her ass into four petals. She doesn't want to experience the thrill that the carriage suddenly turned upside down and her neck was almost broken.

With a hot-water bag like Mrs. Tang in her arms, Jiang qianxia wears a mink coat prepared for wanbaoge, a leather hat designed by herself that can cover the whole head, with only two eyes exposed, and velvet deer skin boots on her feet.

From a distance, it looks like a glutinous rice ball.

Here, Jiang qianxia also felt the cold wind blowing into the bone one by one. The hot and humid breath blocked by the hat, the water vapor floating up, and then blown by the cold wind, became an ice string hanging on her eyelashes.

The unbearable cold made Jiang qianxia completely abandon the reserve of women. As soon as he set up camp every day, he jumped into Guli's arms, said nothing and didn't even cook.

Fortunately, Jiang qianxia contributed a large number of pepper ordered from wanbaoge. The soldiers stewed a pot of mutton soup at night, threw two pepper into the bowl, ate it to remove the fishy smell, chewed it and swallowed it. Their mouth suffered a little, but they can also remove the moisture.

With such a little preferential treatment, the soldiers ignored the bitter cold and rugged road. The free and easy and heroic man in Guanzhong made Jiang qianxia tremble and envy.

After many hardships, when we finally got to Ganzhou, a dilapidated earth city appeared in front of Jiang qianxia.

Her eyes widened. Jiang qianxia thought she must have been frozen. She saw several soldiers in thin cotton padded jackets standing on the wall... Why haven't they been frozen to death?

"Brothers of Chishui army in West Beijing, our Xuanjia army has sent supplies for you!"

A school captain immediately roared. The soldiers who had almost become ice sculptures on them turned weakly and reported inside with a stiff movement like wood.

But a moment later, the humble city gate was opened, and a general who dared to wear iron armor in cold weather welcomed him out. Although he was shivering with cold, he smiled and hugged Guli firmly.

Daqian's generals are one. Although there are small contradictions about interests, at this time, they can hand over their lives to each other's brothers!

Guli took off his cloak and put his backhand on the frozen general. He wrapped it happily and said with a smile, "there's no wind to drill into the crack of the armor. It's much more comfortable."

"Hehe, other materials for guarding the city have been escorted by my brothers. My Xuanjia army is stationed with your Chishui army for the time being."

Liao Peng, the garrison general of Chishui City, smiled and said that there were many people crowded and warm, so he led the generals into the city.

The 100000 troops of Xuanjia army can't be packed into this small town like a sentry, let alone more animals than people. No matter how reluctant, they can only find a leeward place around Chishui City and camp close to the root of the wall.

Of course, Jiang qianxia is the group qualified to enter the city. She lived in the cold and windy "city master's house" for two days. When she found that the heavy snow outside the city had buried people's knees, she ran out of the city and insisted on living outside.

"Don't make trouble. I know you're cold. Shall I put more braziers in the house at night? It's snowy this year. Song Fuwen has reported that many soldiers in the army have frostbite to a certain extent. Even the angry men can't carry it. If you go out to live for a night, you're not afraid of being frozen into ice?"

Guli surrounded the frozen little cook. Even if her weight was on her round body, she was firmly dragged out step by step.

Waving to wipe away the broken ice residue on his face, Jiang qianxia gasped and said with green eyes: "I can't do it. I'll freeze down in the city with you fools, either poisoned by carbon gas or simply frozen to death."

Stunned for a moment, Guli hurried around to her and said happily, "do you have a way?"

He pulled Guli aside. Jiang qianxia mocked maliciously as he walked: "in order to live, a pig can think of a way."

"I can see why you don't feel sad and angry when you see the soldiers of the Chishui army who have cut their fingers, nose and ears because of frostbite, because you, like them, are used to living a hard life as soldiers. It's not a good job if you don't suffer or hurt."

Pointing to the nose of Liao Peng, who gulihe thought he had neglected the guests, Jiang qianxia scolded without face: "bah! You are a group of fools whose brains hit pigs! You can be frozen to death on the grassland. The barbarians on the ice field know it and are expected to laugh to death!"

Knowing that the more her little cook scolded, the more confident she was, Guli acknowledged the scolding with a smile. He also considerately picked up the little cook who was too cumbersome to walk, took her out of the city, and saved her strength so that she could scold a little.

Liao Peng, who had never been scolded by a woman pointing at her nose, was so angry that he wanted to chop the unkind woman alive, but soon he noticed something was wrong.

How could a fierce soldier of the Xuanjia army allow a woman to point at her master's nose and scold, showing a look of expectation and joy?

Can this vicious woman really think of a good way to keep out the cold?