The General and the Little Talent [Rebirth]

The General honestly shook his head, expressing that he couldn't understand Hu Wen, "There are people in the army who are proficient in Hu Wen, but basically they don't need it. Usually, the generals of the Hu people speak Chinese when calling for battle."

"Oh, call everyone who understands Hu Wen." Tang Cheng took out a small roll of paper and unfolded it carefully.

This note should be a secret letter, with only two lines of words on it. Tang Cheng observed it for a while, picked up a brush and imitated a short paragraph and wrote it on another white paper, so that every short paragraph was changed to a new white paper.Copy down the content of the secret letter separately, so that someone can translate a small part of the content separately, and then combine them when they come back, so as to keep it confidential to the greatest extent.

"Father, the grass is thirsty." Fat Boy hugged the bandaged carrier pigeon and ran over to hug Tang Cheng's thigh.

"Go to Tang Xin and boil some white sugar pears to drink." Tang Cheng waved his hand and sent the fat boy out.

Fat Baby is a natural creature with a smart mind. He followed Tang Cheng for a period of time and learned a lot. Now he is like a little doctor. He bandages the pigeons well and uses the medicines accurately.

Fat Boy handed the pigeon to Tang Cheng, raised his face and said, "Father, help Cao watch the bird."

"Wow?" The little milk tiger ran over, leaning against the fat baby's lotus root-like calf with its fluffy and soft belly, and entwined its tail quietly.

Tang Cheng took the injured pigeon, knelt down and touched the little milk tiger, and then squeezed the soft cheek of the fat baby, "Take the rhubarb and ask Tang Xin to find something for it to eat."

"Oh." The fat baby narrowed his eyes, squatted down, and the fat boy grabbed the two front legs of the little milk tiger, and ran out of the tent with the little milk tiger in his arms.

The soldiers standing guard in the barracks today were bored, when they suddenly saw a fat, white, soft dumpling running out on short legs, carrying a little black and yellow milk tiger.The tiger was not vicious at all, and was carried by the soft dumpling obediently, its tail was dragged to the ground, shedding its fur all the way.

When they arrived at the kitchen, the fat boy threw the little milk tiger to the ground, ran to the stove, raised his head and looked into the pot, "Egg yolk crisp!"

"Young master, wait a second, it will be ready soon, I made pear soup, do you want to drink it?" Tang Xin said, and brought out a small bowl from the side.

The little milk tiger ran in with steady steps, flicking its tail, and was about to pounce on the raw meat on the chopping board with a "wow".The fat boy quickly ran over with his chubby legs, grabbed the little milk tiger's tail, stepped forward, and sat down on the little milk tiger with a serious expression on his face.

The egg yolk shortbread comes out of the pan quickly, let it cool slightly, hold it in oiled paper, and take a bite carefully, the outer skin is crispy, the inner soft, very delicious.The fat baby held the oiled paper in both hands, squinted his eyes and gnawed.The little milk tiger didn't dare to pounce randomly, and obediently lay beside the fat baby and flicked its tail, its stomach growling.

After a while, a soldier brought a fresh roe deer, cut off the hind leg meat, chopped it into minced meat, made soup, and fed it to the little milk tiger.

By the time Fat Baby was holding the egg yolk cake wrapped in oil paper and Tang Xin was carrying pear soup back to the general's camp, Tang Cheng had just sent the last translator away and was arranging the translation results in the original order.

"Three-headed Mountain, 100 people, tomorrow." The translated short sentence was more complicated. Tang Cheng summed it up by himself, and finally came up with three key points, but it was a bit cloudy and I couldn't understand it.

"Fifteen miles from here, there is a short mountain with three peaks. Hu people usually call it Three Heads Mountain." Huo Ruifeng pondered, "I don't know what 100 people and tomorrow mean."

Just as he was talking, the soldiers announced outside that the dinner was delivered, which consisted of a large pot of boiled vegetables and a few coarse grain cakes.Afterwards, Tang Xin and Huo Huohuo left and went to the kitchen to serve the dishes. Although they were the same cabbage and radishes, they were cooked very delicately because of the small stove.Coarse grains are ground into fine rice and fermented with yeast to make soft multigrain bread.

The previously burned tent had been rebuilt, and Tang Cheng took the fat boy to move all the things there.The General came in brazenly with a vegetable bowl, and today he specially sent someone out to hunt a roe deer and sent it to him, he had to eat a piece of meat.

There are very few prey around the barracks, and they have been caught by the soldiers in the kitchen a long time ago. It is pure luck that they can still hunt roe deer now.Mr. General hasn't tasted wild game for a while, and now he can drool while eating boiled vegetables.

Tang Xin and Huo Huohuo finally came back, one was holding clean vegetables, the other was holding a pot of delicious game.

Slice the bread with a layer of vegetables and sliced ​​meat in the middle, serve delicate side dishes, and drink pear soup.The fat baby gnawed on the bread, his cheeks puffed up, leaned against Tang Cheng, and said vaguely: "Father, I still need grass."

"There are many, don't worry." Tang Cheng smiled and winked at Tang Xin.

The general has a good mouth, eating the hard coarse-grain biscuit, and the boiled vegetables with clear soup and little water, smelling the smell of meat from the next door, it is too sour and refreshing.

Put half of the meat in the bowl into the general's vegetable bowl, seeing the general's eyes darken, Tang Xin hurried back and shrank behind Tang Cheng.

Coughing dryly, taking a sip of saliva secretly, Huo Ruifeng took a bite of coarse-grain cake, and then a piece of meat, watching the fat boy opposite him nibble on the soft steamed bun with relish, he always felt that his food was quite tasteless.

In the end there were two slices of bread, a few slices of meat and a little greens left, just enough for a sandwich.Touching the fat baby's round belly, Tang Cheng winked at Tang Xin again.

The General had already eaten up all the vegetables and meat in the bowl, and he had finished his last bite of coarse-grain cakes. Suddenly, he ate the fluffy bun slices, and his eyes felt hot all of a sudden.The miracle doctor is really a good person, not only is he highly skilled in medicine, but also resourceful, even his food is so special, he is really the best candidate for a wife.

My heart was pounding and my limbs developed.The simple-minded Lord General secretly decided that he must abduct the genius doctor home.

Huo Ruifeng seemed to have neglected his younger brother who ate and drank with the genius doctor, and now his mind was full of the genius doctor.

In the evening, Tang Cheng came back from a walk with the fat boy, and went straight into the general's tent.The carrier pigeon that came back with the fat boy had been squatting at the top of the general's camp. Tang Cheng took out the small note and rolled it up as it was, and said to the fat boy, "Get that bird down."

The fat baby put his hands on his hips, raised his head and squinted his eyes.

The pigeon did not respond, but the injured pigeon cooed a few times and tried to stand up. "Father, that's not a bird of grass, it's disobedient." Fat Boy flattened his mouth, tried to open his eyes wide, and stared at the carrier pigeon above his head.

"It's nothing." Tang Cheng touched the fat boy's face, turned his head and said to the general who was studying the sand table, "please general, get that pigeon down, and put this back by the way, leave the barracks at midnight, release the carrier pigeon, don't let it go!" Known by the other two generals."

It's the general's job to control, so why bother yourself?