stubborn thief

Chapter 34: Broken Arm
Gao Xian was fine, so Liu Chengzong had no excuse to laugh at him.

I walked back for a long time because the horse was tired. Previously outside the city of Ansai, Gao Xian was afraid of a conflict between the yamen and Liu Chengzong, so he rode on the horse and watched the situation from a distance.

After riding for another half an hour on the return trip, he had more than enough strength to push the wolf to fight the horse. In the end, his legs softened, and Gao Xian on the horse smashed his butt.

Liu Chengzong was not at all worried about Gao Xian's fight with the wolf. They were all wearing armor. Even if the materials used in the production of the armor did not meet the required standards, it was still the equipment of the frontier troops, and the quality was guaranteed to a certain extent.

To fight a wild wolf, as long as you don't stretch your ankles and face for the wild wolf to bite, you will break out a few teeth of the beast wherever you bite.

What's more, Gao Xian is a veteran who guarded the border before Zhang Wu escaped from Yuhebao, and his skills are not bad, so there is nothing to worry about.

The result was indeed the same. Even though he was thrown to the ground by the horse, Gao Xian still fought a tie with the wolf.

The wolf bites him twice, he stabs the wolf twice.

He was fine, the two armor pieces tied to the iron arm of his left arm were slightly deformed, and the sleeves of his jacket were pulled out by the wolf to pull out some old cotton.

The wolf paid the price with his life.

However, the team's marching speed is indeed slow. Although there is no red flag in the rations these days, the physical consumption of the mounts is indeed not small.

Liu Chengzong didn't dare to ride anymore, Gao Xian's mount was lying on the nest, and even the other two horses pulling the cart rolled their eyes from exhaustion. Later, the two cavalry could only lead the horses and walk slowly.

He didn't dare to delay on the road, and after bleeding the three wolves, he continued on the road. It was not until dusk that he set up the tent camp after Mudanchuan and packed up the wolf meat.

The corpse that was found through Mudanchuan when he came here is gone, and it is unknown whether it was restrained by his family or eaten by a wild beast.

It was said to be a camp, but in fact there were only two tents. Yang Dingrui's family of five slept in one, and the other was for Guo Zashi and his son, who were thinly clothed.

As for Liu Chengzong and Gao Xian, they have their own ways.

When we went there, the broken door was split in half, and the two dug a hole at dusk. The ground was very hard in early spring, and they didn't bring a pick. A shallow pit of feet.

Door panels were inserted on both sides of the pit, and firewood was placed inside, and the wolf meat, which was only coated with large salt particles and had not been drained of blood, was roasted.

Pick up some firewood and charcoal and set up a bonfire on the side to keep warm, use the sand from the river to spread on the fire in the shallow pit, put out the fire, and this becomes a warm floor at night.

At night, the two of them took turns on duty to add firewood to the bonfire, and slept until the light of the next morning was just right.

If nothing else, at least when it comes to eating, there are very few people in northern Shaanxi at this season who are as comfortable as they eat.

Few villages can eat scallion pancakes.

As for the roasted wolf meat... not to mention it.

Wolf meat is already fishy, ​​and if you want to clean it up, you have to get a few heads of garlic.

It is best to put a large amount of ornamental peppers grown in the back house of the Fuya master in a pot and stew with meat.

Like Liu Chengzong, he was afraid that the smell of blood would attract the crowd to miss the best time for bloodletting, lack of seasoning and only big salt particles, and he did not have the professional cooking skills of Cao Yao.

At best, the production level is a bit more salty than the crazy primitive, and the purpose of eating this thing seems extraordinarily simple.

survive.

Just to survive.

This may be a bit too much to say, because Gao Xian wrapped the remaining meat in salt particles and smoked it in the middle of the night.

It is not good to smoke it overnight, not to mention that the salt is not enough. After drying and antiseptic, it will be smoked again after taking it back to Heilong Mountain.

It may take them to eat those smoked, fishy and dirty strips of meat before they can truly feel that they are alive.

These three wolves were not small, but just like the people at this time, they didn't have much flesh on their bodies, and their poor days were not too short.

Except for the part that Gao Xian took to smoke, they had two meals, and the remaining ten kilograms were stuffed into the stomach by Liu Chengzong for preservation.

It's not his own stomach, his stomach can only speed up the decay and has no antiseptic function. What about the chicken.

In fact, it is good luck to encounter prey or even beasts at this juncture.

Going to the north, if you want to touch it, you can't see it.

The prey is not big and has a lot of fur on it. When I got home, I soaked it in the salt water swept out of the village around the Mid-Autumn Festival last year for more than a month. I can make two small jacket linings, and maybe the extra skin can be used to make a helmet. Fur lined.

The Central Plains Dynasty never lacked nitrate, which was found in the north and south of the river, such as Shandong soil nitrate, Shanxi salt nitrate, Chuzhong Chuan nitrate, southern cave nitrate, and of course the northwest which specialized in nitrate ore.

In the mouth of Mongolia outside the Great Wall, tea can also be exchanged for nitrate. In the north, there is no yellow country. It may not be a country without production, but it may not be refined, but it produces a lot of nitrate. Unfortunately, it is useless to keep nitrate, and they cannot make gunpowder.

The art of tanning leather has a long history, and there are tanners in Xingping, who collect salt soil and fry it every Mid-Autumn Festival, which is enough to tanner leather.

Walking down the bank of the Mudan River, it is not far from the Panlong River. No strangers were seen along the way, and the horses couldn't keep up.

Leaving the next day, Liu Chengzong walked in no hurry.

Anyway, everyone has no active business students now, and the external environment continues to deteriorate, which is depressing, so slow down and relax.

Until they reached the Panlong River.

The shallow Peony River merged into the Panlong River at the small sandbar, and the color of the river changed.

The clear river has a wide pink color. Liu Chengzong waved Gao Xian to take a carriage across the bridge, and passed under the wooden bridge on horseback. When he and Gao Xian reunited on the east bank, the expression on his face was very complicated.

"There is an arm under the bridge, and the clothes are women's."

He turned his face to the north and nodded firmly: "It rushed down from the upstream."

Yang Dingrui's mother-in-law on the carriage heard the words outside, and screamed through the bamboo curtain, causing Gao Xianzhi to wink at Liu Chengzong.

The good-looking lady of the official family, she was a little lady who had never seen anything, she was shocked.

Yang Dingrui leaned out and asked, "Lion, are you saying there are thieves upstream?"

Liu Chengzong shook his head silently, how did he know what happened upstream, and he had no clairvoyance.

What's more, Hongqi is raising his body. As a war horse, the best day to eat the feed is after leaving the army, which is very embarrassing in itself.

If the mount had the stamina of its heyday at this time, he really wanted to ride along the river to the north to find out the situation, but the virtue of the red flag would not be able to run away when encountering thieves.

"Go back first, and when I get you home, I'll lead two more horses and go to the north to see what's going on."

Seeing the broken arm in the river under the bridge, Liu Chengzong had a hunch that the short comfortable life after leaving Yuhebao might be over.

Especially when he saw a row of wooden palisades and wooden palisades standing on a mountain in the distance in Xingpingli holding a long pole, this idea was even more firmed.

(End of this chapter)