Late Ming Dynasty: Oops, I am surrounded by the Donglin Party

As soon as Zhang Shikang finished speaking, the soldiers of the Beijing camp immediately began to act. Not only did they line up straight, they also stood straight themselves.

Some middle and low-level generals even took the initiative to stand up to maintain order, but while maintaining order, these people always liked to hang around Zhang Shikang.

She tried every possible way to attract Zhang Shikang's attention, short of just saying "Look at me, look at me, I'm doing great!"

The cook took the large bowl awkwardly, it was actually his bowl.

He didn't know Zhang Shikang yet, but he saw that Zhang Shikang was wearing luxurious clothes. What was even more terrifying was that those soldiers obeyed his every word. It was so terrifying.

He knew that this person must be an important person. He was just curious, why would an important person dressed so well be having dinner with them?

However, although he was curious, he didn't dare let the big shot eat with his broken bowl, so the cook quickly ran back to the barracks and took out two brand new blue and white porcelain bowls.

He didn't dare ask the big shot whether he wanted rice or steamed buns, but that was not a problem for him. He first put a spoonful of rice into the big bowl, then half a spoonful of pickles, and then took a steamed bun and put it on the bowl.

Then he scooped a spoonful of vegetable soup from another bucket, which was so thin that you could see your reflection in it.

Zhang Shikang took it and weighed it. The rice in the big bowl weighed about half a pound in later generations, plus a steamed bun, which probably weighed about three taels.

This amount was almost enough for two meals a day. Zhang Shikang thought that the cook was giving him special treatment, so he asked.

"Is the meal prepared according to the food standard?"

"Your Excellency, originally it wasn't, but today General Sun came over and taught me to distribute food according to the deployment during the march and battle.

What's in the adults' bowl is the standard...standard equipment for marching."

The cook seemed unfamiliar with the word "standard", but spoke very honestly.

This was Zhang Shikang's order to Sun Weifan. According to the original food standards, the total amount of two meals a day was not as much as what was in Zhang Shikang's bowl.

Of course, that was because the Beijing Camp had been sucked dry by the nobles and relatives of the emperor, and its food and grass had always been insufficient.

According to Zhang Shikang's plan, they would have to train every day, and the food would not be enough. These skinny, malnourished guys simply could not bear it.

That's why Zhang Shikang waved his hand and ordered the fire battalion to distribute meals according to the standard configuration for marching.

But he didn't know how much soldiers on the march and in battle ate, and seemed to have underestimated the appetite of ancient people.

Although he was considered an ancient man, how much could a young man who did not do any work eat? What's more, Zhang Shikang ate animal proteins such as delicacies from mountains and seas, beef, mutton, and abalone, which could not be compared with these coarse grains.

"I can't eat that much."

As he spoke, Zhang Shikang took a shovel and pushed out most of the rice, then broke the steamed bun in half and threw it to Sun Weifan.

Then he sat on a stone bench behind the cook and started eating.

Zhang Shikang took a mouthful of rice and felt it was a bit stuck in his teeth because there was too much rice bran.

Even the refined rice eaten by the Duke of England was simply made by sifting out the rice bran. The technology at that time was not enough to remove the outer skin of the rice grains, so they ate coarse rice.

The military camp cannot afford refined rice, so no wonder the rice looks yellow at first glance, it turns out it is all rice bran.

As for steamed buns, they certainly could not be the white steamed buns of later generations, nor were they the yellow coarse grain steamed buns made without removing the wheat bran.

This steamed bun is black.

In addition to flour, there is also sorghum rice and a considerable amount of wheat bran.

When I took a bite, my mouth was full of crumbs, the taste was bitter and choking.

Zhang Shikang had never eaten such disgusting food before, and he once suspected that the people in Huotouying did not use enough ingredients.

But seeing the soldiers so excited, stuffing their rice bowls into their mouths as if they were eating some delicacies, Zhang Shikang gave up the idea of questioning the Huotouying.

Probably because I don't understand the situation.

Perhaps this is already a rare thing for these low-level soldiers.

The soldiers secretly looked at Zhang Shikang while getting their meals. It was the first time for them to see the admiral of the Beijing camp eating from the same pot with them.

Zhang Shikang had given the order, but they dared not speak. They could only use their eyes to signal to the people around them:

"Look, although our admiral is young, he is really different from those people."

'Your Excellency is so powerful and well-fed, yet you can eat from the same pot with us. It's really amazing!'

"Your Excellency's posture when sitting on the stone pillar is very unique. You are worthy of being the Admiral!"

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Under the admiring gazes of the soldiers, Zhang Shikang, who wanted to throw the bowl aside and run away to eat bran, held back.

Then he shoveled the rice into his stomach one mouthful at a time, thinking to himself, Damn it, this admiral is burdened by his reputation!

This is all your fault, Your Majesty!

Since Zhang Shikang did not allow the fire camp to cook for themselves, Sun Dasheng, Xu Wenyuan and hundreds of other sons of noble families had to come here to get their meals.

The people in the Second Son Group were relatively well-behaved and seeing that the line was not long, they all went to queue up for food.

But Zhu Zhengliang, Zhou Dasheng and others had never suffered such injustice, so they ran to the front of the team and shouted, demanding that the cook serve them food first.

A guerrilla general who was responsible for maintaining order was unhappy. This was an order given by the admiral himself, and everyone had to line up. The admiral was the most important person in the world.

The guerrilla general immediately scolded:

"Where did you come from, you little brat? Everyone is lining up, why don't you follow military discipline?"

Zhu Zhengliang and Zhou Dasheng were a little confused, thinking that even the governor of Shuntian Prefecture had to speak politely in front of them, so who do you think you are?

Zhou Dasheng was furious and immediately glared at the guerrilla general and said:

"We are descendants of noble families, how dare you, a mere officer, speak to us like this?

Do you know who I am? My grandfather is the father-in-law of the emperor!

Do you know who he is? His father is the Duke of Chengguo!

They are all descendants of noble families, and their fathers all have at least the title of earl or above.

Can you afford it?"

Zhou Dasheng's tone was still that of a dandy. He was used to being arrogant in the capital, and whenever he encountered trouble, he would just give in as long as his grandfather's name was mentioned.

The guerrilla general was also stunned. A descendant of a noble family? Aren’t all the noble families enjoying a comfortable life in the Five Military Commandery?

Where have you ever heard of the descendants of nobles coming to the military camp?

The father-in-law of the current emperor? Duke Cheng? All of them have a father who is an earl or above?

The guerrilla general's momentum suddenly dropped. Judging from the tone of the young man in front of him, he knew that he was not lying.

No matter if he was the father-in-law of the emperor or the Duke of Cheng, or even just an earl, he was not someone a small guerrilla general like him could afford to offend.

"Are you stupid? Get out of the way and delay my meal. Can you afford it?"

When Zhou Dasheng saw that the guerrilla general remained silent, he immediately became arrogant.

Zhu Zhengliang also raised his head. His legs had not healed yet and he still walked with a limp. If his brothers had not come to the Beijing camp, he would have wanted to stay at home for a few more days to recuperate.

In fact, their fathers did not agree with them coming to the military camp, but Xu Wenyuan and others from the Second Sons Regiment were so good at fooling people that they actually developed a longing for the military camp.

Thinking that as long as I arrive at the military camp, I can have military merit, be awarded a title, and bring honor to my family, why not?

Although the military camp was in a terrible state and the food was certainly not as good as at home, they all thought of enduring it. As long as they could get a title, they would go home immediately and impress their fathers.

In order to prove that they are really capable and not the playboys in their fathers' eyes, they work very hard.

But it seems they chose the wrong place.

This is a military camp.

The guerrilla general looked at Zhang Shikang for help, and the other soldiers also looked at him, as if asking:

'What you just said about kings, princes, generals and ministers being of different species, is that a lie?

Otherwise, why are there suddenly so many descendants of nobles in the military camp?'

'Aren't they the descendants of kings, princes, generals and ministers?'

Zhou Dasheng also looked at Zhang Shikang and said nonchalantly:

"Zhang Shikang, you are the commander of the Beijing Camp, come and discipline this ignorant guy!"

Zhou Dasheng thought that although they had not gotten along before, now that they had come to this strange place, all the descendants of nobles should work together. In fact, most of them thought so.

But how could Zhang Shikang allow this group of idiots to destroy the morale of the Beijing Army that he had worked so hard to raise?

He put the bowl in his hand aside and walked towards Zhou Dasheng, even with a smile on his face.

When Zhou Dasheng saw that smile, the stone in his heart finally fell to the ground. At the same time, the faces of the guerrilla general and the soldiers around him were sullen.

"It turns out that the Admiral is just like those people!"

Zhang Shikang walked up to Zhou Dasheng and the guerrilla general, stretched out his hand to hold the guerrilla general's shoulder, and said with a smile:

"Are you interested in the butt of the current emperor's father-in-law's grandson?"

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