Chapter 291 Zhang Qinglin

"What do you think of your brother's coming?" Jiang Yong took a bite of rice and asked Zhang Qinglin, who was stretching out his chopsticks to pick up meat from his side.

Zhang Qinglin put the meat into his rice bowl without changing his face, and swallowed it with a big bite of rice. Then he replied to Jiang Yong with a smile, "I have no problem with it. It's up to you, the general. He is coming. If you don't want to use him, just hurry back.

"Hmm, where's your own meat dish? Why didn't you bring it here?" Jiang Yong did not respond to his words and hummed angrily and put a piece of fat meat into his mouth and chewed it a few times.

"The rhubarb is almost thin and has only bones left. I have to improve it and improve food." Zhang Qinglin answered with a hippie smile, and this time he went to eat the vegetables in his bowl.

It is said to be a vegetarian dish, but it is actually a pickle such as pickled radish. This is the only dish you can eat on this day. This is a bitter cold place at the border, and in times of war, it is impossible to eat exquisite food. Because conditions do not allow it. This is the foresight of the leader in charge of the restaurant camp. At the beginning of winter, he let people marinate several jars of various pickles, which is why they have such a small dish to adjust their appetite.

But now that they are fighting, how can they take those dozens of dishes with them? Not to mention pork. Although the weather is cold, fresh meat can be preserved for a long time. But all I brought with me was gone after eating. When they came out this time, they just ate wherever they went. The general said that the Hu people robbed us of the grain of the Southern Tang Dynasty for so many years, and this time they would take it back with profits.

So, after fighting on the grassland for so long, they have robbed a lot of cattle and sheep grain. Therefore, the soldiers did not lack meat and food, but pork and vegetables became rare. In this way, the generals can only eat a small bowl of braised pork and pickles every night. If they are not willing to throw away the leftovers, they have to send them to the food camp. Waste in the army is absolutely not allowed.

Of course, it is impossible to leave braised pork. For those who eat beef and mutton, fragrant fat is a real good meat dish. And the soldiers just divide a few pieces of pickled radish every night to relieve their luss.

Zhang Qinglin slowly chewed the dried radish in his mouth, thinking about the carefully cooked beef and mutton dishes in the Beijing restaurant, and secretly wondered if he would write to his brother to bring a cook. The beef and mutton made in the food camp are really... At best, they add salt and boil it with water. That smell is too fishy!

"The rhubarb is old, why do you bring it here? Don't let it retire safely in the customs. Jiang Yong glanced at Zhang Qinglin and couldn't help getting angry when he thought that this guy gave his own meat to the dog, but came to his place to eat meat. However, thinking of the big dog with countless achievements, Jiang Yong's heart disappeared again. Rhubarb is old, a 15-year-old dog, and he can't run away, but he still follows them to fight... He can't be angry with rhubarb.

"Isn't it that the rhubarb insisted on following him?" Zhang Qinglin's playful smile disappeared and turned into a helpless wry smile: "I left it in the gate. Who knows that before we set out, it escaped from the yard and sneaked in. I think it wants to follow and finally see the prairie.

"Qingyan is coming, just ask him to bring more pork." Jiang Yong said lightly, picked up another piece of fat meat and took a big bite of rice.

"Well, I don't know if the rhubarb can wait until that day." Rhubarb is getting thinner and less energetic these days. Zhang Qinglin estimated that it should not have much time.

"Who said that the meat would be eaten by rhubarb?" Jiang Yong swallowed the rice and said, "You didn't see those soldiers thinking about pork and vegetables, and their eyes glowed green. You still have to give your meat to the rhubarb to eat, and you are not afraid that the group of bastards will eat the rhubarb.

"They dare!" Zhang Qinglin's eyes widened and his neck turned red with anger: "How much credit has rhubarb made? It has also killed the enemy! Who dares to attack it? I will kill it!"

Jiang Yong calmly set up the last piece of fat meat and slowly swallowed it with the last mouthful of rice. Then, he put down the bowl and chopsticks and said, "The rest is yours. By the way, let Dahuang send a letter to Qingyan in the customs.

Zhang Qinglin was stunned when he heard the words, and then silently poured the gravy in the meat bowl into his rice bowl, picked up a chopsticks of dried radish and mixed it in the rice bowl, and swallowed it in a few bites.

"It is a soldier of our Southern Tang Dynasty and can't die on the grassland." Jiang Yong looked at the silent Zhang Qinglin and said another sentence.

Zhang Qinglin took a deep breath and sighed, "I'm afraid it can't stand it on the road."

"Don't worry, Rhubarb is a soldier in our northwest army, and it can hold on." Jiang Yong smiled and said, "This letter is very important, and I'm not worried about it when others send it. The rhubarb is smart and will ruin the letter if he can't stand it. Besides, even if the enemy gets the letter, he can't understand it. Dahuang will never sell us.

"General, how is the situation in the capital?" Zhang Qinglin suddenly asked.

"The situation in the capital has stabilized." Jiang Yong smiled and said, "The emperor used thunderous means to behead all the family members of the officials who followed the eldest prince who did not have time to escape after three days on the street. Nowadays, even if some people want to make trouble, they naturally don't have the courage.

"The Ministry of Protector..."

"Escape." Jiang Yong said lightly, "The rest are slaves, and their heads have been cut off."

Zhang Qinglin gritted his teeth and said, "Why did you let them run away?"

"I sent Cheng'er out. How could the Protector not be prepared at all? At that time, his father said that he was not as good as protecting the country. So far, I am not as good as my father's, and I'm worse than the Lord Protector. Jiang Yong lowered his eyes and covered his expression and said lightly, "However, I can always get him to die. When he died, he could no longer protect his descendants. As long as they can't get out of the Southern Tang Dynasty, they will die in my hands sooner or later.

Zhang Qinglin agreed with Jiang Yong's sasgrily words and said, "General is right. If we don't fight, he will kill him!"

"Okay, let's talk about these things later. You'd better go back and bring the rhubarb first. Just take advantage of the departure tonight, and in just three or five days, rhubarb can return to the customs. Jiang Yong regained his relaxed face and said.

Zhang Qinglin rolled his eyes secretly and complained in his heart: There are so many beasts who can deliver letters, why do they have to go to rhubarb?

However, even if Zhang Qinglin is unwilling, he can only take orders. Alas, poor rhubarb is really used by the general until his death!