The rise of the poor

Chapter 2112 If you dare to lose even a hair

"The army moves out!"

Zhu Ping'an mounted his horse, waved his hand, gave the order to march forward, and rode forward first, with the Zhejiang army following closely behind in an orderly manner.

The common people who came to see them off with food and drink could not help but praise the Zhejiang army for its disciplined and orderly formation.

"Look, the Zhejiang Army marches in such an orderly manner, in rows and columns like a line, and they march like a tidal wave. Just looking at them, you can see that they are capable of fighting. Our governor is really amazing to be able to train such an army."

"Not only that, take a closer look, the Zhejiang Army under the master's command, everyone is wearing armor, they are really powerful."

The people who were seeing them off stood on the roadside, looking at the mighty and majestic Zhejiang Army passing by, and praised them highly.

"It's a pity that our Zhejiang army is short of troops, and there are too many Japanese pirates. If there were 100,000, no, 50,000 Zhejiang troops, we wouldn't have to worry. We just need to wait for the governor's victory report. Now the governor is leading these 8,000 Zhejiang troops. I'm really worried about him."

"Who says it's not true? It would be better if the Zhejiang Army had more troops."

"Also, even though everyone in our Zhejiang Army wears armor, I heard that our armor is made of cotton, so it's called cotton armor. Armor made of cotton can't be as good as iron armor, right?!"

"The Japanese pirates were all engaged in high-end business, burning, killing and looting. They took good care of themselves. Once they had money, apart from eating, drinking, whoring and gambling, they would buy themselves a set of armor, soft armor, breastplates and the like."

However, many people were counting the Zhejiang Army's soldiers and were worried that the Zhejiang Army was short of manpower. After all, there were too many Japanese pirates under Wang Zhi's command. It was said that there were as many as 100,000 Japanese pirates.

Another thing is that the armor worn by the Zhejiang Army was all made of cotton, which made them a little worried.

"Thank you for seeing me off, folks." Zhu Ping'an waved goodbye to the folks who came to see him off while riding on his horse.

When Zhu Ping'an passed by a carriage, a jade hand lifted the curtain of the carriage. Inside, Li Shu and Hua'er were each holding a fat baby. The slender jade hand gently held the baby's hand and waved to Zhu Ping'an.

"Brother Zhu, please go early and come back early. We will wait for you to come back. You must come back safely. Your son and daughter are in my hands. If you dare to hurt a hair, I will show you how I will deal with them."

"Uncle, no, Master, we are waiting for you to come back safely."

The two of them waved and spoke.

Because there were too many people, Zhu Ping'an couldn't hear what Li Shu and Hua'er were saying in the car, but he knew without thinking that they were words of advice to Ping'an.

Zhu Pingan smiled and waved goodbye to them, saying loudly, "Don't worry, I will definitely return safely."

After looking at Li Shu, Huaer and the two little cuties again, Zhu Ping'an turned his head hard, pulled the reins, and spurred the horse forward.

The Zhejiang Army soldiers followed closely behind in neat steps, slowly disappearing from the sight of the people who were seeing them off.

At noon, the Zhejiang army set up camp in the wilderness. The cooks set up a pot to cook and chopped up the slaughtered sheep one by one. The bones, offal and mutton were all poured into the big pot.

Wash the green onions, cut them into large pieces and throw them into the pot.

Next, add sliced ​​ginger into the pot, along with a handful of fennel, a handful of dried tangerine peel, and a large handful of coarse salt.

The fire started from the tree trunks cut down on the spot licked the bottom of the pot.

The pot soon began to boil with a gurgling sound. The foam was skimmed off with a ladle, and the mutton soup gradually turned milky white. Then the white radish was cut into dice and thrown into the pot. The winter melon and tofu were cut into pieces, and ingredients such as white cabbage and mushrooms were also thrown into the pot. Everything boiled together, and the fragrance wafted far away.

Anyone who smells this fragrance will drool.

"Mm, it smells so good, grandma, mom, come and smell the smell coming from outside, it smells so good."

"What does this smell like?"

In a tent, little Wang Qiong sucked uncontrollably and asked while holding her grandmother's arm.

"My poor silly grandson, this is the aroma of the mutton soup that the master told you about yesterday." Wang Zhi's mother touched little Wang Qiong's head kindly, and said with love and distress.

My poor grandson has such a miserable life. He has never eaten mutton or drank mutton soup since he was a child.

Wang Zhi's wife couldn't help but shed tears.

"So this is the aroma of mutton soup. It smells so good. What the master said was right. I will cook mutton soup today."

Little Wang Qiong's eyes suddenly widened and he couldn't help but exclaimed.

Wang Zhi's mother and wife couldn't help laughing and shaking their heads. The master was the commander-in-chief of the Zhejiang Army. If he said he would cook mutton soup today, how could the cooks of the Zhejiang Army dare not cook mutton soup? If he said yesterday that he would cook spinach and tofu soup today, it would definitely be spinach and tofu soup today.

At this moment, the battalion commander heard footsteps coming from outside, and then Zhu Ping'an's voice came in, "Haha, little Wang Qiong, come out and help me lift the door curtain, the hot mutton soup is here."

"I'm coming, I'm coming, master." As soon as little Wang Qiong heard it, he ran out of his grandmother's arms and ran out with a thud.

Outside the tent, Zhu Ping'an and Liu Dadao were carrying a large chopping board, on which were placed five large bowls of mutton soup, a basket of baked steamed buns, and two plates of shredded radish with scallion oil.

"Master, you are amazing. You said yesterday that you would cook mutton soup today, and indeed, there is mutton soup today."

Little Wang Qiong ran out, lifted the door curtain, and chirped like a little sparrow.

"Hahahaha." Zhu Ping'an couldn't help laughing.

"Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir."

After Zhu Ping'an and Liu Dadao brought the mutton soup into the tent, Wang Zhi's mother and wife kept thanking them.

"You're too polite, old lady." Zhu Ping'an smiled and waved his hand, placing bowls on the table, "Come and eat."

"Master, how can we women eat at the same table with you? We, we can just eat on the side."

Wang Zhi's mother and wife insisted on having their meal at one side.

This is also the influence of feudal ethics, or the feudal bad habits of male dominance. When guests come to the house, men are the ones who accompany them at the table, while women are busy serving in the kitchen, cooking and serving dishes, and then eating in the kitchen. If women also sit at the table, it will be considered as undermining women's morality, because women who accompany guests at the table in this era are all prostitutes, and it will also be considered disrespectful to the male guests at the table.

In view of the fact that this was a feudal era and bad habits were deeply rooted, Zhu Ping'an did not insist. He brought a few cases with him taking this situation into consideration.

There was only one table in their tent, and by bringing this table, they would not be without a table for dining.

In order to avoid gossip, Zhu Ping'an also brought Liu Dadao with him. After entering the tent, he deliberately left the door open to show his openness. (End of this chapter)