It was already evening when Yu Wan and her group returned to the village. Every household started cooking, and smoke was rising in the village. The villagers' discussions were over. It was naturally no wonder that the two families appeared together.

Today I have to smoked bacon, and my aunt stays at Awan's house all day, and dinner is also placed here.

"How is the business?" the aunt asked with some trepidation. This was the first time her husband had gone to the town for public appearance after he had become a lame person. She was worried that something would go wrong with him.

The uncle smiled and put the money he earned on the table.

The aunt opened it and looked at it, and was shocked: "Why are there so many?"

The uncle said with great pride: "It's sold out, and even the marinade is sold out!"

The servants of General Zhenbei’s Mansion set the stage, and many customers who had not bought braised meat followed suit and bought marinade and cooked it themselves.

There was not much marinade, but it was not sold for much price, but I couldn't resist the scene of robbery. My uncle had never been so satisfied when he was a chef in Beijing.

"So many... are sold completely?" That was half a pig, and the same pair of pigs went into the water! The aunt said again, "Have you sold pigs from the water?"

In a poor village where I had no meals, pigs were not something that could be discarded at will. They were so hungry that they could eat grass roots and Guanyin soil. But the people in the town were different, so they looked down on pigs!

Yu Wan sincerely praised: "Uncle made it delicious, without any strange taste. After everyone tasted it, they said it was better than braised pork!"

The uncle couldn't even find the North anymore. I don't know if it was because of his cooking skills or because he was praised by Yu Wan.

The aunt pressed down the corner of her raised lips and glared at him: "Benevolence!"

Afterwards, Yu Song talked about Chunzhi's search for trouble with the constable, and the aunt was frightened.

"Thanks to the eldest lady of the general's mansion, the county government officials dare not make things difficult for us anymore." Yu Song said from the heart, "Her servants are not arrogant, gentle and polite. It can be seen that she is the same. She also spoke for the third uncle and the others, so that those stinky constables should not bully us ordinary people."

"What a good person." The aunt sighed.

"It's better than my sister!" Xiao Tiedan said straightening her body.

"Hello, sister." The little girl learned to speak.

Yu Wan was amused. She had a mud-legged body, what could she compare with the daughter of the high-ranking general? The child is so stupid and cute.

She pinched the faces of the two little guys: "Sister is not in vain to care about you. Come and see what Sister has brought to you?"

She said, taking out two attractive small paper bags from the basket.

Xiao Tiedan's eyes instantly stared: "Osmanthus Cake!"

"You want to eat." said the little girl.

Xiao Tiedan pulled her sister and went to eat osmanthus cake happily.

Jiang looked at them with a smile, with a gentle face.

"I don't have to sell braised pork tomorrow, right?" said the aunt. The next time I went to the market was three days later.

Yu Wan nodded: "I don't have to sell braised pork tomorrow, but we have to go to the town to buy things."

Today, Miss Bai appeared in the market, but it was not just to help them. She heard that there was a braised pork in the market at the entrance of the town, which was better than the braised pork in Baiyulou, so she came to play the restaurant. However, the other party was an acquaintance. After tasting the marinade from Yu Wan's house, she decisively changed her mind and ordered their braised dishes directly.

The aunt was so shocked that she didn't know what to do.

She had heard of Baiyulou. The largest restaurant in the town, the ordinary people can't sell anything, and there is no need to sell it on the market. This is an exception, but braised meat is such a rare thing. They have a chef, so can't they make it themselves?

Yu Wan said: "It's also our luck. Miss Bai's father is doing her birthday. The chef is too busy, so he asked us to make her braised dishes on her father's mat."

Since Baiyulou changed into snowflake salt, the taste of the dishes has increased by more than one level. The restaurants are full of customers, and the chefs can't wait to break one into two.

Having business is a good thing, and the depressed husband cheering up again is even better, and the aunt did not disagree.

"After finishing the business of Baiyulou, you will be able to have a good New Year!" Yu Song said with anticipation. After saying that, he looked at Yu Wan with a stern face, "Don't you want to live with you!"

The eldest aunt glared at him.

Yu Wan smiled, as a child, she is a child without restraint.

But my uncle suddenly became a little silent.

He remembered his third brother from the Northwest Camp. Their family was lively and busy, but his third brother was born and died in the border.

"Uncle." Yu Wan called him softly.

The aunt sighed, "He missed your father."

Yu Wan paused and looked at Jiang, and saw Jiang, who was originally smiling happily, and now she was staring at the horizon in a daze.

My mother... I miss my father too, right?

When my father left, Xiao Tiedan was not born yet. In a flash, he was so old.

...

At noon, the Northwest Camp was filled with wind and snow, and there was no trace of fireworks.

Since I canceled three meals a day, the kitchen boiler has never been hot at noon.

Yu Qingqing wore the old armor that had been repaired last night and went to a newly built tent overnight with an expression of ice.

Outside the camp, a young soldier holding a spear was waiting for the battle.

Seeing Yu Shaoqing coming, he reached out to stop him: "What are you doing?"

Yu Shaoqing looked at the wooden box in his hand and said, "This is what Gui Delang has not packed up. He asked me to send it to him and ask me to deliver it to him. You can give it to him."

"Wait." said the soldier, "It would be better for you to hand over such a valuable thing to General Guidelang in person."

Yu Shaoqing glanced at the broken cotton wool in the box and said without a trace: "Okay."

As he said that, he was about to walk in.

The soldiers stopped him again: "Hey? Did I ask you to go in? General Guidelang arranged troops until late at night last night. He didn't sleep for a few hours before he could rest. Please wait for him to wake up."

"Then I'll come back later." Yu Shaoqing said.

The soldier said again: "What if you leave, General Guidelang will wake up? Just wait here! General Guidelang slept lightly and might wake up in a while."

Yu Shaoqing waited expressionlessly outside the tent that was swaying with a swaying snow.

The soldier glanced at him and a sarcasm appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Yu Shaoqing waited for two hours in the blizzard, his hands and feet were so cold that they lost consciousness. Heavy snow fell on his body, and his lips were so dry that they moved slightly, and bloodshot blood flowed out.

"Hate~"

A delicate voice came from the tent, and then a charming woman walked out.

The woman pulled up the slippery clothes and looked at Yu Shaoqing meaningfully.

Yu Shaoqing's eyelids didn't move at all.

The woman swayed her soft waist, and the fragrant wind blew and walked over to him.

The soldier fed hot water into the tent. When he came out with a basin of used hot water, Yu Shaoqing spoke expressionlessly: "Can I send General Gui Delang's things in?"

The soldier said sarcastically: "I'm afraid it won't work, the centurion. The general just passed the order and ordered General Guidelang to wake up and go to his account to discuss government affairs immediately. Why don't you... come again later?"

"Captain of thousands? Then Brother Yu must!"

"Yan Congming is not as good as Brother Yu's finger!"

"How many barbarians have Lao Yu killed, and he has been stabbed in the stomach several times! Can Yan Congming's head-reducing turtle compare?"

"The leader of the thousand men is Lao Yu! Yan Congming is nothing!"

Looking at Yu Shaoqing's back, which was gradually flooded by the blizzard, the soldier sneered: "You are nothing!"
Chapter completed!