Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

"The best dog warriors!"

Qin Xiuyuan knew that the herdsmen in the Da clan country would raise dogs specifically to assist in herding, so he gave the order and started at full speed to protect the flock. However, dogs have always played the role of guarding the house in the Daliang Dynasty. Today, this little local dog was too "considerate", and a vague idea emerged in his mind.

Perhaps dogs could be used on the battlefield through conscious training. As for how to train them and how to cleverly utilize them, it still requires careful consideration. Looking at Wangcai, who was feasting hilariously, I could seriously consider this new direction...

Wangshu was very satisfied. She had worked so hard for more than a month! "Did you help me find the book?" She touched her stomach and turned around to ask Uncle Tang naturally, "Uncle Tang, I'm hungry!"

He handed Wangcai's hemp rope to Qin Jiagie Gie. If he hadn't expected it, he would have seen Wangcai with his tail between his hind legs, following his steps obediently without saying a word. He looked like a really honest country dog.

"These are the books I found these past two days that include food introductions. There are eight volumes in total. The top four have bookmarks where they describe the food. The remaining four volumes are longer, so you can pick out the essence."

At such close distance, his long eyelashes fluttering as Qin Xiuyuan stared at her high bun, confirming that his fiancée had grown taller and gained weight. Not in the usual sense of the word, but rather in the form of a frail, thin willow tree planted in early spring, before the snow has completely melted, frail and trembling, it tested spring's mercy. Her weight gain was spring's mercy; she had already taken root, and every part of her body was visibly departing from her little girlish form. She would slowly grow into the form of a bride-to-be...

Wangshu felt that gie gie next to her was staring at her first, and then gradually lost in thought. Now she was staring at him intently and her face was flushed. She caught his gaze again and pretended to humph, then turned her head away proudly. Man!

Gouge out the eyeballs and dig out the dog's brain!

Being caught stealing glances, Qin Xiuyuan's face was not only burning, but even his hands and feet were flustered. "Sister Ji, I... I didn't mean any other way..."

What does this mean? Just as he was feeling so embarrassed he wanted to run away, Qin Xiuyuan saw Tang Bo coming over with a tray and strode forward to help. However, his hands and feet seemed to be awkward, and in his panic, the tall man actually made a gesture to help with his hands and feet. Wangshu chuckled.

Uncle Tang: ...This old man feels ashamed for you!

Looking at the man holding the plate and refusing to turn around, still exposing his red neck, Wangshu wanted to run up and stare at him until he was as red as a chicken egg, unable to speak. He tried hard to hold it back. It wouldn't be worth it to scare him away. This morning, Ji's father was so pleased with the gie gie that he even stroked his beard thin...

The food books that were sorted out, the few that were distinguished by Yingluo as signs were actually obscure and difficult to understand pure classical Chinese classics, history, and collections, which Wangshu had never seen in his two lifetimes... Fortunately, the bottom four volumes were written in popular colloquial language, and the audience was generally literate civilians. Seeing that people finally took much smaller steps than usual, they shyly placed the food on the small table beside them. For the sake of this thought, please forgive me for the time being.

Hmm, beef meatball noodle soup? Hmm, millet and rice porridge? And a sweet red date cake. She picked up a meatball. Hmm, a hand-beaten beef ball. She took a bite. The flavor was perfectly salty and light, with a juicy, chewy texture. The sweetness was palpable after repeated chewing. As the main farm animal, cattle have their lives clearly planned out. Their meat is only seen at the butcher's shop until they die. Yet, the meat in these beef balls tasted quite tender. "Is this cow being lazy?" Being slaughtered at such a young age?

Tang Bo, who was standing nearby, said: "...Huh? The cow is lazy? Lazy?"

"...It was the two strong cows of the old man on the farm who were fighting. When everyone arrived, one of them was already beyond saving and had no choice but to be sold to a butcher shop..." Qin Xiuyuan was stunned for a moment before answering. It was no wonder that Tang Bo was confused. He was not the kind of person who was slow to react or stupid in action... People who did not act according to common sense had to use their brains in unexpected ways.

The beef balls were delicious. Wangshu asked for an empty bowl, picked up all the meatballs, and finally picked out a noodle, which was okay, but not her cup of tea. "I'll just eat what's in this bowl," she said, meaning you can share the rest.

Qin Jia gie gie nodded, folded his left sleeve, and holding up his right sleeve, he began to slurp noodles with grace and elegance. The noodle soup didn't get on his clothes, and the noodles made a rhythmic slurping sound, elegant and bold without being rough. What a gentle and elegant way to slurp noodles.

Wangshu's meal was much simpler. He leaned on the table, neither sitting nor chewing his food. He was very leisurely and took his time. After finishing his meal, he took the new handkerchief handed to him by the person next to him, wiped his mouth, and then put it back into his sleeve pocket.

The two of them had a comfortable meal sitting opposite each other.

When you're well fed and warm, you long for a bed. The sun is scorching, so you have no choice but to return home. Wangshu perked up, kicked Xiao Wangcai, who kept shaking his tail and begging for food. He got a slightly frustrated look from the little dog, then smiled. Turning to Gie Gie, who seemed to have been practicing deep breathing techniques, he said, "Qin Xiuyuan, I heard from Daddy that you won the competition and have been promoted to a member of the vanguard. Next month, you'll be leaving camp with the Third Young Master to guard the border in Xuanwu City for a month. Wangshu knows that when the people live and work in peace and contentment, there must be soldiers who carry heavy burdens forward. I have something to say to my old father, the future son-in-law."

I can’t scare you to death, you big pervert!

The son-in-law, known for his open-mindedness and exceptional talent, was praised as "East Bed Quick Son-in-Law." As soon as these words were spoken, Qin Xiuyuan, feeling the cool breeze from the north and south windows, straightened up: "...Why is it so hot!..."

How could she say such blunt words... It made me feel completely at a loss, and I felt like I was scratching my whole body and fidgeting...

Qin, with a face as red as a chicken, said: "...to remain unchanged in the face of ever-changing circumstances, please speak."

Seeing the expected red face and red neck, Wangshu was very satisfied, "I will give Wangcai to you. Don't feel sorry for him, as long as he can't be killed by training, then train him to death. He is an excellent local dog, with sensitive senses and very fast movements. As long as he stutters, he will have no bottom line..."

Xiao Wangcai: ...scared, but can't express it...I have no desire for my life...

Qin Xiuyuan: ...very fast? No bottom line... How can this be compared to excellence...

"Wang Chai, just follow Qin Xiuyuan. He's the future great general. If you follow him, you'll be the first to face danger and the last to eat. You'll go through fire and water. If you die before you succeed, you'll just be a plate of dog meat on the table. If you succeed, you'll bring glory to the dog clan and your bones will be safe. If you die before your business is even halfway done, the future General Qin will put up a wooden sign for you, shed a few tears, and stay up for you half the night on your first day... Little Wang Cai, you understand, dog life is important!"

Xiao Wangcai: ...looks like I don't understand but I'm deeply shocked. Usually, the more they talk, the more meat they get. Inwardly, I'm hoping for another dog bone today...

It was listening to the meat lesson with a look of anticipation, shaking its head and wagging its tail, but was pushed to its new owner who was completely bewildered. Along with the old owner, it also handed over a bag of bones...

Little Wangcai stared at the bone as he moved, his saliva almost drooling. His short tail was wagging so hard that it almost left an afterimage. His front legs were lifted off the ground and he kept bowing. He looked so disgusting that it was unbearable to look at...

For a long time, Qin Xiuyuan was stunned and savored the words he had just heard, because these words were said to him. After all, dogs can't understand human language...

From a young age, my father taught me: "The road ahead is long and arduous, but I will continue to pursue it." "Those who achieved great things in history possessed not only extraordinary talent but also unwavering determination." "The ruler is the leader of his ministers, the father is the leader of his sons, the husband is the leader of his wife." These words have taught me to forge ahead courageously, to rise to prominence step by step, to serve my country, and to be loyal to my emperor and my country.

In this passage, Qin's father simply falls into the category of "If you die before your business is even halfway done, the future General Qin will erect a wooden sign for you, shed a few tears, and stand guard for you for half the night on your first day..." Since joining the barracks, he's trained the hardest, the first to face danger and the last to eat. He's always been proud of his father and felt he didn't respect heroes. But then he thinks, "erect a wooden sign, shed a few tears, and stand guard for you for half the night on your first day"—isn't that what General Qin meant by that? It was his father's tears that earned him the title of adopted son...

Besides him and Tang Bo, did anyone else remember their father? He was a scholar with great accomplishments, a soldier with distinguished service, a tall and handsome man, a man of generosity and generosity. He placed a small table next to his large desk and taught his son calligraphy and reading, the sound of their reading echoing throughout the day and night.

My relatives may be sad, but others are already singing!

My mother must have long forgotten my father! However, there are no perfect parents in the world, and as a son, I cannot blame my biological mother...

A mayfly in the universe, a grain of sand in the ocean, how small they are; when people leave, the tea gets cold, how realistic it is!

The dog was tired of waiting for the bone to be fed, so Xiao Wangcai gave up and lay on the ground, licking his paws and mouth, savoring the bone that had already gone into his stomach.

Wangshu shoved the four books he was fascinated by aside with disdain and scanned a few pages from each of the four volumes below. "To discuss food without discussing the cooking process is superficial and superficial. To discuss the cooking process as laborious and exhausting is simply not feasible without the necessary resources." There were only two books left, which he would take home and study slowly. Because of limited resources in this era, knowledge spread slowly, and many fruits and vegetables never existed. Recipes were passed down orally, and the people of each place were influenced by their own unique climate and soil. If it weren't for war, generations of people would have continued to thrive in one place.