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Chapter 249
In Chang's village, all the generals immediately knelt down after hearing Zhang Cheng's words, expressing their hearts one after another, following Zhang Cheng was completely voluntary, even if it was to swallow vegetables, they had no second intentions.

But Zhang Cheng knows very well that if there is no food or money, no one will be loyal to him. The display of strength may be gold and silver, territory, or the army to outsiders.

But in Zhang Cheng's eyes, it is food. As long as there is something to eat, there will be people who will sacrifice their lives. As long as there is enough to eat, there will be people who are willing to sacrifice their lives. The first is food, and the most important thing is always just food.

Chang Tianshun, the old man who had been leading the way, stopped and watched, and he also had a good impression of the young general in front of him. In addition to his good impression when he saw him at first sight, there was also the information he heard recently at Mayukou Fort.

Mr. Chang Tianshun told the truth without any concealment, and Zhang Cheng was also frank.

He also said that he had wiped out the three groups of bandits in Taishan, Waitoushan, and Beiliangtou, occupied Taishan village and Waitou mountain bandit village, and that Zhao Shihu of Muzhajian had defected to him. The old man knows.

Chang Tianshun smiled and said: "General Zhang is famous, the old man has also heard about it. In the battle of King Qin, he was able to take the initiative to attack the captives, and won consecutive battles. He even shot Dorgon and killed Yuetuo.
The general's various deeds have become a must-talk among the neighbors in Xuan Town, but the old man never thought that the three bandit villages had been destroyed by the general, and he never thought that the owner of the Zhao village would also be under the general's command. "

"Ha ha……"

Zhang Cheng laughed, and then said: "It's just cutting off a few bandits, so it's not worth publicizing. What's more, this general also occupied two bandit villages in private, so I have to do it secretly and quietly!"

He and the old man Chang looked at each other and smiled, both tacitly knowing each other.

At this moment, old man Chang's nephew Chang Zhengfei trotted over, and everyone knew that the food and drink had been prepared, so under the guidance of old man Chang, they slowly ran away to the mountain hall.

The crowd rushed to the mountain hall unhurriedly, and they could be seen from a distance that they were constantly coming and going, as if dozens of families in the whole village were gathered at his side.

Old man Chang's eldest son, Chang Zhengxiong, and third son, Chang Zhengbiao, were already waiting in front of the gate of the mountain hall. There was a young man standing between them, a little thin and between 25 and 30 years old.

Seeing everyone approaching, Chang Zhengbiao hurriedly pushed open the door of the mountain hall, Chang Zhengxiong and the thin man bowed and stood sideways, the old man Chang walked in front, and introduced: "General Zhang, this old man's family His second son, named Chang Zhenghu, has been weak and sick since he was a child, and he is not good at traveling far, so he never went out of the village to meet him, and he still looks to General Haihan."

Since Zhang Cheng didn't mind these details, he walked into the mountain hall accompanied by everyone, and there were already five big tables in the hall, and Chang Zhengbiao and others gave way one after another.

As soon as Chen Zhong waved his hand, all the guards were guided by the master and sat down in the courtyard. Chen Zhong didn't take his seat, but he still stayed closely beside Zhang Cheng, winking at Liu Jinhai and Li Changsheng frequently.

On the other side, Chang Zhengbiao held Liu Jinhai's hand tightly, and faintly heard "Big Brother" in an extremely intimate way. Zhang Cheng and others couldn't understand the meaning when they heard it.

As soon as Changjiazhai Mountain Hall entered the courtyard, the long table was filled with wild game. Chang Tianshun pulled Zhang Cheng and insisted on letting him sit on the main seat. Zhang Cheng gave way a little, and settled down Sit firmly on top.

On the left are Mr. Chang, his eldest son Chang Zhengxiong, his second son Chang Zhenghu, and several old people in the village. On the right are Chen Zhong, Sun Dashan, Zhao Shihu and others.

After Zhang Cheng sat down, he looked at the delicacies on the table and asked softly, "Master Chang, would you like to introduce us to the delicacies on the table?"

Chang Tianshun also had a smile on his face, and said: "It's all because of General Zhang's coincidence that there are these kinds of wild food in the village. Don't be afraid that the general will laugh at them. They are all rustic and not worth mentioning."

Having said that, he got up and introduced. On the table, there are roasted gray goose with skullcap, braised sand chicken with wild fern, steamed leopard chicken, roasted roe deer meat and other meat dishes, as well as some mountain vegetables to relieve the meaty smell.

When Zhang Cheng heard that there was roe deer meat, his eyes widened. In his time, such things were almost extinct, and it was very rare to come across wild silly roe deer. As for the chicken and leopard, Zhang Cheng had never even heard of it before. Pass.

And gray geese, sand chickens, etc., are also found in later generations, but they are all artificially bred, and almost all wild ones are generally difficult to encounter.

"General Zhang, this wine is also made by ourselves in our village, but it is a bit strong, it hits the throat like a knife, and it scratches the throat very much."

Hearing what Chang Tianshun said, Zhang Cheng became interested. Since time travel, all the wine he drank was rice wine and yellow rice wine. From Zhang Cheng's point of view, it was like drinking beer.

The alcohol content is not high, the alcohol is not strong enough, and it is not enjoyable to drink. It does not have the feeling of a throat that he loved in his previous life. Today, after hearing what old man Chang said, he is very satisfied with this wine. expectations.

"Old man Chang, I was lucky enough to enter Chang's village today, and I am very pleased to see the descendants of the Qi family army. Zhu Erlang is all heroic, so I am really happy for the old man.
Today, for the first bowl of wine, we respect Qi Shuai and the heroic spirits of the Qi family army who fought and killed the enemy for the country! "

As soon as Zhang Cheng said that, he got up, left his seat, turned to face the direction of the ancestral hall to the west, held the wine bowl with both hands, spilled half of the bowl of wine on the ground, and drank the remaining half bowl in one gulp.

"Hah..."

He turned around, stepped into the seat, grinned before sitting down, and said: "Good wine, it's really tasty and strong, it's really a mouthful!"

Chang Tianshun also got up with a big laugh, and said: "It's rare that the general likes this wine. Come on, Zheng Xiong, fill it up for the general. I will respect the general for a bowl, thank you general for remembering our ancestors and Qi Shuai!"

Chang Zhengxiong stood up and refilled Zhang Cheng's wine bowl with spirits, Zhang Cheng picked up the bowl, turned around and said to the generals: "You guys, don't be brave, if you can't do it, don't do it, this wine is very strong. "

After finishing speaking, he gave a strange smile, and Chen Zhong, Sun Dashan, Zhao Shihu and others looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a while, seeing that Zhang Cheng and Mr. Chang had already drank the wine in the bowl.

In particular, Chang Zhengxiong over there turned over the wine bowl and lit it up. Zhao Shihu here couldn't hold back, picked up the bowl, and drank it all in one gulp. It's equivalent to two ounces of wine.

But Zhang Cheng estimated from the taste that the wine was almost sixty degrees. After Zhao Shihu finished drinking, he felt his stomach churning uncontrollably, as if a mouthful of turbid air was rising in his stomach. rise.

He didn't dare to speak, he held onto the edge of the long table with his hands, and pressed down forcibly without moving, only then could he barely suppress the rising turbid air between his neck, until Zhao Shihu's face flushed red.

(End of this chapter)