I woke up the next day feeling refreshed.

It was quiet in the yard, and the door of Siniang's room opposite was closed tightly. It seemed that she hadn't woken up yet.

Feng Yong first vomited and then practiced physical skills for a while.

When she saw Amei coming over with a washbasin and knocking on the door, Guan Ji opened the door lazily.

After breakfast, Feng Yong continued to go back to the house to compile the winter training plan.

During winter training, in addition to feeding the soldiers to maintain their physical strength, the most important thing is to protect them from the cold and not let them catch wind and cold.

After all, in this era, wind and cold cannot be ignored.

Therefore, you must keep warm during training, and do not take off your clothes outside to relax after training.

This is an issue that needs to be emphasized repeatedly and even needs to be included in military orders.

Back then, Feng Yong was training in the ice and snow of the Northwest. His underwear was soaked through, and the instructor wouldn't let him take off his coat. He didn't catch a cold the whole winter.

It happened that at the beginning of spring, without the supervision of the instructor, Feng Yongtu cooled off after a training session, took off his warm clothes, and faced the wind for less than two minutes.

Then my throat started to feel itchy at night, and when I woke up the next day, my head felt heavy and I developed a low-grade fever.

Therefore, this detail must be known not only to the key officers, but also to all soldiers.

Anyone who dares to disobey will be whipped. If he is whipped to death, he will remember it and at the same time, he can set an example to the entire army.

Anyway, where are the human rights in the military at this time? No one will say anything about abuse.

Feng Yong was trying hard to recall the issues that needed to be paid attention to in future winter training, when he heard the door of the room rang. He looked up and saw that it was Guan Ji who had walked in.

Guan Ji walked to Feng Yong and took a look, "Alang is busy with this training plan again?"

"Well, yes, training in winter is different from that in summer. My main purpose is to make the soldiers adapt to fighting in cold weather, so there are many issues that need to be considered carefully."

Feng Yong answered, and then looked at Guan Ji, "Xijun, are you looking for me for something?"

Guan Ji reminded, "It's almost noon, isn't Alang ready?"

"what to prepare?"

Feng Yong was a little confused and asked blankly.

When Guan Ji heard this, she knew that this man must have forgotten what he had promised her last night.

At that moment, his face was a little annoyed, "Didn't I remind A Lang last night? Si Niang is going back to Hanzhong..."

"Oh, oh, I forgot!"

Feng Yong slapped his head.

I was so anxious last night that I always agreed to whatever my boss mentioned.

When I woke up this morning, this matter had already been forgotten.

Men all have this kind of virtue, so it’s not surprising.

Feng Yong comforted himself.

Seeing Guan Ji's dissatisfied look, Feng Yong quickly comforted her and said, "This matter is easy to hear. I was just fascinated for a moment and didn't think about it. In fact, I have been prepared for it."

"really?"

Guan Ji looked at Feng Yong suspiciously.

"That's natural."

Feng Junhou said firmly again.

What is the best thing to eat when the weather is cold?

Of course it's shabu-shabu.

Especially the mutton hot pot.

Just one word, cool!

However, before the Hanzhong Ranch was built, apart from chicken, Feng Yong could hardly come across pork.

And it is also very difficult to build an iron pot in this era.

The key is that the quality of the iron is not up to par.

Of course, pottery products can be used, but Feng Yongyong can't rest assured, because the quality of pottery products in this era is far less than that of the Sui and Tang Dynasties, let alone comparable to that of the Song Dynasty.

There were no masters who could produce pottery of acceptable quality, but which one could Feng Yong afford at that time?

So it's better to use copper.

But this copper... it was real currency. Feng Yong didn't have that much copper in his family at that time.

In addition, in the early days of starting a business, it is not good to enjoy it too much, so I had to press the matter.

When I returned to Jincheng, I was preparing for the southern expedition. After returning from the southern expedition, I was imprisoned before I could take a breath. After I was released from prison, I had to prepare for the marriage. After the wedding, I didn't even finish the honeymoon, and I had to go to Yuexi to quell the chaos.

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After the rebellion was over, the troops were led to Hanzhong to prepare for the Northern Expedition.

I have been busy these past few years, and although I have the conditions to eat hot pot, I seem to have no time for leisure, and my thoughts have become dull, and I have even forgotten about it.

It was not until the victory of the Northern Expedition that everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In addition, with the position of Colonel Protecting the Qiang, all the Qiang and Hu tribes in Longyou are under control. Which tribe has the largest number of Qiang and Hu tribes?

Of course it’s cattle and sheep!

More importantly, the climate in Longyou is much colder than that in Shu.

So the idea of ​​eating hot pot finally came up again.

The hot pot has been prepared a long time ago. I originally wanted to wait until it snowed before taking it out. Now, although the plan has changed, it doesn't matter. The weather is starting to get cold anyway.

Just try it out in advance to see if this hotpot works.

If you find any problems, just call Nanxiang to rebuild it.

"What are you looking for, Alang?"

Guan Ji couldn't help asking as she watched Feng Yong rummaging around in the temporary warehouse and making a mess inside.

"Hot pot!" Feng Yong gestured at the shape of the hot pot, "When I informed Li Mu to come from Nanxiang, I specially sent her the drawings."

"Ask her to find someone to make me some hot pots out of copper. I remember they were placed in the warehouse. Why can't I find them?"

Feng Yong looked left and right, and said somewhat strangely.

"Copper pot?"

Guan Ji was even more confused and couldn't understand what Feng Yong was talking about.

"It's a copper hot pot, uh, it means a pot made of red gold. But it's not the same as the pot in the restaurant, it's a bit like a stove."

These days, what we usually call gold is copper.

If it is gold, please specify it.

Guan Ji laughed when she heard this, "Wouldn't it be enough if Alang said it was a golden stove earlier? It took so long to work."

As she spoke, she walked to a corner, opened a box, and took out a hot pot, "Is this what Alang is talking about?"

"Yes, yes! That's it. Why did you put it in the box? No wonder I couldn't find it after searching for a long time."

Feng Yong took the hot pot from Guan Ji and wiped it like a baby. The dark yellow color showed that it was a high-end product.

"Looking at the fine workmanship and being made of gold, I thought it was used by Alang as a reward, so naturally I had to keep it carefully."

Guan Ji explained while looking at Feng Yong with some surprise, "Listen to what Alang just said, is this a pot?"

"Of course it's a pot, and it's a good pot."

Seeing Guan Ji's eyes widened in disbelief, Feng Yong found it very interesting and couldn't help but joked, "The Feng family can be considered a powerful family now, so making a few golden pots is nothing."

"Alang really plans to use it for cooking?"

Guan Ji asked with some hesitation.

"Of course." Feng Yong knocked on the hot pot in his arms and said proudly, "Today I will let Mr. Xi know what Dingshi House is."

The cattle of the Qianghu tribe were very discerning. Knowing that Feng Langjun wanted to eat beef, he suddenly committed suicide by jumping off a cliff - although he didn't know where the cliff near Pingxiang came from.

It also comes with two skinned sheep.

"Go and call Siniang and Amei back. We will treat today as a holiday and won't work."

Once Feng Junhou puts on his apron, he will look like a different person, with a unique aura and the courage to command his subordinates arrogantly.

When Guan Ji saw him like this, she pursed her lips and smiled, "Promise, I will follow your wishes!"

"Wait a minute," Feng Yong thought for a moment, "call Li Mu too. Among us, she is the hardest worker, and it would not be good to just leave her alone."

"Okay, everything depends on the king."

After a while, Zhang Xingyi and Li Mu, who received the notice, returned to the yard and saw Guan Ji leaning at the door of the restaurant, looking at something unknown.
To be continued...