Harem Daily Life

It was called training, but in fact, they only taught some basic fighting skills. Perhaps because time was tight, no one had the heart to teach these newcomers seriously. So in Qi Yizheng's opinion, if the young men who were forcibly captured this time were only trained a few times, few would be able to come back alive from the battlefield.

After everyone had trained for a while and took a break, Qi Yizheng thought about it and decided to give Zhou Dazhuang beside him some pointers on some moves.

Zhou Dazhuang practiced as he said and soon mastered several life-saving moves.

"Brother Jiang, thank you so much. I will definitely practice hard and try to kill more people from the Great Zhou Dynasty."

Qi Yizheng said seriously, "I'm not teaching you this to kill people, I'm teaching you to protect yourself. Remember, once you're on the battlefield, try not to rush to the front. Find a place to hide and try to get home alive."

Zhou Dazhuang patted his head and said with a simple smile: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

In Zhou Dazhuang's opinion, Qi Yizheng was the best person to him among this group of people. He always considered him in every way, so he would naturally appreciate it.

In the evening, the camp had meals, which consisted of mixed flour buns and porridge. Qi Yizheng and Jiang Yingying frowned, as the two food lovers couldn't eat them at all.

"How about I find a way to buy some food?" Qi Yizheng thought about sneaking out of the camp to find food after nightfall.

Jiang Yingying shook her head: "There are patrolling soldiers and sentries everywhere. Let's forget it. Don't take any risks. Just eat what you have."

She took a bite of the hard mixed flour bun and drank a mouthful of porridge. It balanced the taste and was not that difficult to swallow.

Qi Yizheng sighed and could only imagine the mixed flour bun in his hand as a chicken leg and the porridge as spicy soup, and then he ate it mouthful by mouthful.

Although they were not full, they both tacitly agreed not to add more porridge.

The conditions in the military camp were limited, and it was impossible to bathe or change clothes. Fortunately, it was winter, so it was okay not to bathe for a few days. Jiang Yingying simply fetched some water and wiped herself, then endured the stench and fell asleep.

Qi Yizheng was lying beside her, protecting her.

The two of them were very close, so Qi Yizheng simply turned sideways and stacked his thin quilt with Jiang Yingying's quilt. The two quilts were slightly warmer, so he hugged Jiang Yingying in his arms and used his body to keep her warm.

"The conditions are difficult, please be patient." Qi Yizheng whispered in her ear.

Jiang Yingying blushed and hummed, then snuggled into his arms and soon fell into a deep sleep.

But the man who was hugging his fiancée couldn't fall asleep for a long time, and some part of his body was so painful that it was suffocated. It was impossible for a room full of men not to snore. Qi Yizheng endured the torture of his fiancée in his arms, and the snoring that came and went at different rhythms, and he managed to fall asleep in the middle of the night.

At dawn the next day, the sound of soldiers training could be heard outside the tent.

Few of these newcomers got up, and since no one came to call them, they just covered their heads and fell asleep, and no one got up.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? Did you come to the military camp to enjoy yourself? It's so late and why aren't you getting up yet? Hurry up and get up and go to training!" The young officer who brought them here yesterday was shouting angrily at the door. Zhou Dazhuang and the others had no choice but to get up and put on their clothes.

"Hmm..." A soft voice came from his arms. Qi Yizheng quickly covered Jiang Yingying's mouth. He let go only after she woke up completely, and signaled to her with his eyes that it was time to get up.

Jiang Yingying was a little stunned at first, but it didn't take long for her to realize where she was. She quickly sat up and put on her cotton jacket, and then put on the military uniform she had been issued yesterday.

After they all went out and lined up, the young officer started scolding them. When he was tired of scolding them, he made them perform two sets of boxing that he had taught them yesterday, and then let them have breakfast.

"This breakfast is as good as not having eaten anything. The food of the Yan army is too bad." Jiang Yingying was holding the noodles without any vegetables or oil, and it was really hard to swallow.

Zhou Dazhuang was with the two of them. After listening to Jiang Yingying's words, he looked at the watery noodles in his hand and said, "Last year's harvest was poor and grain production decreased. I guess the court doesn't have much grain left. Otherwise, why would they plunder our food?"

Qi Yizheng and his men in Yan State were only concerned with finding the whereabouts of the Canglong Sect, and they really didn't pay attention to the people's livelihood.

He glanced at Jiang Yingying and said, "Just eat it first. I'll go around and see if I can get something delicious to nourish you."

Although the recent days had been tough, the two of them hadn't skimped on food and drink, eating and drinking as they pleased, savoring every possible morsel of Yan's delicacies. The food they had had over the past two days was indeed the worst. However, this also showed that the Yan army had limited rations; otherwise, how could they possibly provide such poor food for soldiers about to go into battle?

I don't have the energy to fight anymore.

During the break, Qi Yizheng walked around the camp. He was not as timid as other soldiers, so no one thought he was a new recruit. They thought he was the leader of a certain camp, so no one questioned him.

He walked around and looked around, and finally ended up at the cooks' camp.

"Brother, can I buy some meat and vegetables here? I'm really hungry, and the porridge is not enough to fill me up. If you have any delicious food, please sell it to me and I'll give you money." He caught a soldier from the cook camp who looked relatively honest and asked.

"Go away, even if there are meat and vegetables, they are for the generals in the camp. I can see from your clothes that you just came in. Don't even think about eating meat. It's good enough to have some porridge to fill your stomach. Go away quickly, don't stop me from preparing lunch." The honest cook was not so easy to talk to and pushed him aside.

Qi Yizheng sniffed and smelled the aroma of roast chicken. He swallowed and said, "Brother, please be kind. Look at my physique. If I don't eat some meat, I'll really starve to death. How about this? You name a price and sell me two of the roast chickens inside. How about that?"

The honest cook quickly looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to them. Then he pulled him aside and whispered, "Keep your voice down. I made those roast chickens for myself. There are only two of them. If anyone knew about this, they would definitely snatch them away!"

Qi Yizheng narrowed his eyes and said, "Whoever sees it gets a share. Sell me one. You know if you're caught eating it alone, not only will you not be able to eat it, you'll also be punished. Sell it to me, and I'll take half of the blame for you."

The honest cook: “…”

If you don't tell me and I don't tell anyone, who will find out? Where does the blame come from?

Seeing the displeasure in his eyes, Qi Yizheng raised his eyebrows and said, "If you don't sell it to me, I don't know if I will suddenly say something loudly..."

"Okay, okay, I'll sell it to you, okay? Just keep your voice down, sir!" The honest cook had no choice but to go in like a thief and get the smaller one for him.

The roast chicken was wrapped in oil paper. Although it had a little smell, it was not strong. Qi Yizheng took out a bag of silver and picked out the smallest piece to give to the honest cook.

The honest cook's face turned green: "This is not enough. I bought this chicken with great difficulty and it's already cooked."

Qi Yizheng thought for a moment, then pulled out two more copper coins from his purse and handed them to him: "This much money is enough for you to buy four or five chickens. I'm giving you more because you're so generous. Don't be ungrateful."

After saying that, he didn't care about the cook's green face, put the roast chicken in his pocket and left.

Honest cook: “…”

I'm generous? You forced me to do that! Woohoo, I worked so hard to make this roast chicken...