Three Kingdoms

  Chapter 1106 Cloud Movement

  Pang Tong burped a lot, then stroked his belly, with a lazy expression on his face.

   "These dishes..." Fei Qian pointed to the table and said with a smile, "Do you have all of Jing Xiang?"

Pang Tong nodded, and said: "Not only is there, but it is more delicate than yours... Take this mutton roast as an example..." The concept of stir-frying did not exist in the Han Dynasty, so all stir-fried things were also called "fried dishes". burn.

"... You here use ordinary lamb leg..." Pang Tong tapped lightly on the edge of the bean dish with a look of disdain on his face, "Do you know what Liu Jingzhou used? Just take the lamb spine and discard the rest ! Look at you... you know, this is the gap..."

   Fei Qian laughed and didn't take it seriously.

   The pursuit of delicious food, as a person in the food empire, this is an innate talent, and you can't stop it. Even in later generations, Fei Qian didn't make much trouble in order to eat. Of course, what Fei Qian admires the most is not to drink tea in Bashu in the morning and coffee in Paris at night, but to eat when he wants to eat, and it is best to go to the place of origin, because only in this way is the most delicious food. Authentic taste…

It’s like going to Heilongjiang if you want to eat pig-killing vegetables and Madele popsicles; For sheep feast, secret swan eggs, go to Inner Mongolia; if you want to eat baked buns and mutton skewers, go to Xinjiang; if you want to eat highland barley wine, buttered tea, Tibetan noodles, go to Tibet...

Qinghai has haggis, hand-caught beef, and miscellaneous noodles; Gansu has Lanzhou stuffed skin, live sugar oil cake, and sugar pot helmet; Shaanxi has mutton steamed buns, meat sandwiches, and gourd heads; Tea, cat's ears; Hebei has donkey meat fire, pancakes, beef pancakes; Sichuan has dandan noodles, long chaoshou, Xiba tofu; Guizhou has intestines noodles, lotus leaf rice cakes, silk dolls; Ma Yuan, cross the bridge to copy hands; Yunnan has millet cake, bean curd rice noodle, small pot bait shreds...

  How many are there, and how many are not listed?

   It is a blessing to be able to eat.

   The world of Foodie Empire is the most beautiful.

   "You did it on purpose..."

  Pang Tong pouted, then sipped the tea soup in small sips, and said slowly.

   "What?" Fei Qian was a little puzzled.

  Pang Tong knocked on the table.

   "Oh..." Fei Qian nodded and said, "Half and half...you know, I'm greedy..."

Pang Tong laughed a few times, and said: "I know, why don't I know... When you use the net to mend fish under the deer mountain, even those small fish, I know... But, this is not bad. ..."

   "Yeah." Fei Qian turned the tea bowl, and said somewhat dullly, "To be honest...I'd rather be remembered as a foodie general than as a general conquering the west..."

Pang Tong looked at Fei Qian, and said slowly: "Eating is human nature. Only when you are satisfied with eating can you have other things... You can have many dishes here, I think it's very good... At least it's better than real swords and guns Simple, and not arousing suspicion... When I crossed Heluo, Yang tried several times, but finally gave up... The food may also have a part of the credit..."

   What do the poor eat?

  Rod paste.

  If extremely poor people, would they have the energy to study a dish on the left and create a new way to eat it on the right?

   Obviously not.

  So although many people suspect that Feiqian may not have much reserves after successive battles here, but seeing Pingyang's dishes being renovated one after another, they feel very nervous and it is not easy to confirm.

  In addition to the original part of the North, these people didn't pay much attention to it, so there weren't many available people, so the issue of the number of internal reserves in Feiqian became a difficult mystery.

   Fei Qian laughed, then his face sank a little, and he said, "Mr. Yang, how dare you make things difficult for you?"

"Huh..." Pang Tong said, "Why not dare, Heluo is now the Yang family who has the final say... Fortunately, the Marquis of Linjin is more or less sober and takes care of his majesty's face, otherwise the Yang family will probably walk away in Heluo ..."

   Feiqian was silent for a while, then waved his hand to make all the attendants who were waiting on the side to retreat, and then said: "...you come from Jingxiang...how is the situation around you?"

  Pang Tong also put away his hippie smile, and said seriously: "There will be chaos soon... The main reason is Er Yuan..."

Pang Tong stretched out his finger, gestured in the air, and said: "...the two Yuans in the north and the south must have a tacit understanding now...the rear is set first, and then the decisive battle, and the two states of Yan and Qing are the last battlefield...so Liu Jingzhou is also in a panic, when I came here I specifically told you that I wanted more war horses from you..."

   Speaking of this, Pang Tong shook his head and cut his head, obviously not satisfied with Liu Biao's performance.

   "So the one who wants the two Yuans to fight the most is Yang's?" Fei Qian said.

Pang Tong nodded and said: "That's natural, but, to be honest, if the two Yuans work together, it's really a very troublesome thing... So you, this earthen pot, are still considered safe... Can you fight, Gu? Can't beat you, and those around you who are staring at you can't beat you... Tsk tsk..."

   Fei Qian said: "Then how long do you think I have here?"

Pang Tong shook his head and said: "It's hard to say. Maybe that day, the two Yuans suddenly realized that they joined hands, and everyone will not be able to play soon? After all, the Yang family started too late and was tossed by Dong again, so their strength is still weak. Some, once the two Yuan join forces, he can't compete..."

   "That's it... It seems that Guanzhong can only let it go..." Fei Qian sighed.

  Pang Tong frowned and said: "Who suggested taking Guanzhong at this time? It's too hasty... Yuanzhi?"

   Fei Qian nodded.

Pang Tong also nodded, shook his head again, and said slowly: "Don't blame him. It's just that you have to be counted... Yuan Zhi was originally born... So the heart of meritorious service is naturally stronger than ordinary people... But don't be harsh, otherwise It’s also easy to lose your spirit…”

   "Huh?" Fei Qian glanced up and down at Pang Tong, and said, "Okay... I even understand this. It seems that I have learned a lot during this time!"

  Pang Tong just puffed up his chest triumphantly, and then he thought of something else, his face collapsed, and he waved his hands in a somewhat dispirited way and said, "This is a small way, and it doesn't need to be mentioned."

  Fei Qian looked at Pang Tong's expression, and guessed some of it, but he didn't say anything, just nodded, and secretly woke up and wrote it down in his heart, after all, it might be useful in the future...

   "In that case, shouldn't it be shown to His Majesty?" Fei Qian chuckled twice.

  Pang Tong also laughed, and said: "That's natural, and it's the proper intention to send the newly harvested Zhuanghe..."

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   "Er Yuan..."

  Yang Biao stood on the head of Luoyang city, looked at the sky, and sighed softly.

  Even when the autumn harvest is approaching, a large number of people are still repairing Luoyang's city day and night.

In the huge Luoyang City, the walls need to be repaired, the roads need to be cleared, and the trenches need to be dug. A large number of green bricks, stones and wood materials are continuously sent to the south of Luoyang City by boats or rafts from Luoshui River, and then they are transported by ants. Little by little, they were dragged into Luoyang City with logs and hemp ropes...

Although it was said that a fire burned for three days and three nights, after all, many bricks and stones and rammed earth could not be burned. If these burned wastes were removed, they could naturally be rebuilt, but they just wanted to restore the original prosperity of Luoyang. The appearance of wealth and honor cannot be accomplished in ten or eight years.

   The Chongde Hall in the imperial city of the city was the first to be completed.

  Of course, the Chongde Hall at this time is just a rough and simplified version, and there are even no vermilion paint in some places, and the white wood is exposed. But in any case, at least it protected the face of Emperor Liu Xie of the Han Dynasty, so that he would not be able to curl up under the broken eaves and walls like in history.

In history, Liu Xie was lucky enough to escape from Li Guo's family when he and Li Guo made a big disturbance in Guanzhong, and after the Heluo epidemic and severe drought, and even the phenomenon of cannibalism appeared in many places. Control, back to Luoyang, lasted for five years.

  At that time, the Hongnong Yang family also exhausted their original savings in the face of natural and man-made disasters for a long time, which caused Cao Cao to have no checks and balances when he led the troops.

   But now, Yang Biao thinks that there is still a chance, provided that the two Yuans have to fight.

  A few days ago, the imperial edict entrusting Yuan Shao and others was finally issued.

   This was obviously not a strategy that Liu Xie could come up with, but Yang Biao pondered for a long time, and finally agreed to turn these edicts into real objects, because it was indeed beneficial to Yang Biao himself.

   But the problem is no one is stupid...

  So it will be better to do something more.

   "Come on!"

  Yang Biao pondered for a while, and finally issued an order, "Decree all the counties in the world, and the Han Emperor returns to Luo. After the harvest in autumn, they shall pay the annual tribute!"

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   "Pingyang burning... tsk tsk..."

  Cao Cao picked up the last dish and stuffed it into his mouth. Looking at the smooth bean dish, he couldn't help sighing, "It's really exquisite..."

   "If my lord is happy, just ask someone to do it again!" Cao Hong said with a smile.

  Cao Cao was a little moved, but in the end he put down his chopsticks, shook his head, and said, "...that's fine... there's no need..."

  After the attendants removed all the leftovers from the table, and brought tea and dried fruit, Cao Cao said slowly, "Zi Lian didn't invite someone here just to eat this Pingyang roast..."

  Cao Hong laughed twice, and said: "My lord is wise, I must be thinking that I have collected a lot of gold and silver during this time... I am thinking about whether I should go north to change some weapons and horses..."

  Cao Cao let out a hey, and said: "I told you earlier, you still don't change your habit... These days, what's the use of gold and silver? But, isn't this a caravan..."

  Cao Cao's expression turned pale as he spoke, and he understood what Cao Hong meant.

  Cao Hong is greedy for money, but it is not enough to manage the caravan himself. The reason why he told Cao Cao this is precisely because of the North Caravan...

  The caravans coming from Bingbei seem to have reached the border of Chenliu at most since Yuan Shu attacked Yanzhou, and no longer went east. Therefore, all goods were delivered in the border of Chenliu.

  Of course, such behavior is understandable for the Bingbei caravan.

  Which caravan would be willing to be deeply involved in the battlefield, risking being arrested by both sides on the battlefield at any time, casually named as a spy, and swallowing all the people and goods?

   But the delivery was in Chenliu, so when the goods arrived at Cao Cao's place, they changed hands several times.

  Last time, the war horses and weapons sent from Bingbei had not arrived at Cao Cao’s place for a long time. If Cao Hong hadn’t asked for it a few times, it’s uncertain when it would reach Cao Cao’s hands...

   "Zi Lian's meaning..." Cao Cao tapped his head, feeling a little headache, and said, "...someone also knows, but Meng Zhuo is a certain friend..."

Cao Hong looked at Cao Cao, feeling a little helpless, and could only say: "My lord, how about sending another caravan to the territory of Chenliu? My lord, I know that Zhang Gong is a chivalrous man, but his subordinates may not be! Although there is no difference in the number of war horses, most of them are poor horses! The guns and weapons are also good and bad! This matter is either that the people who merged with the north are shoddy, or..."

  Cao Cao held up his palms and said, "Stop talking nonsense!"

   "Master!" Cao Hong shouted.

"Okay, I know..." Cao Cao stood up, smiled, walked up to Cao Hong, patted Cao Hong on the shoulder, and said, "Zi Lian's heart, I know... But don't mention it again...Okay Well, I still have some political affairs, so I will leave first... Next time there will be new dishes in Pingyang, so I will come again..."

  Cao Cao didn't say anything anymore, and when he got out of Cao Hong's mansion, he waved his hand to let Cao Hong go back with a smile, but when he turned his head, the smile all shrank back.

   Cao Cao even knew more about this matter than Cao Hong!

  There is no problem with the caravan going north.

  The detailed work sent to Chenliu has confirmed this point. Whether it is equipment or war horses sold from Bingbei, they are at least passable.

   And then turned a hand, the good horse became a bad horse, and the weapon became incomplete...

  Of course Cao Cao wanted to find out what was going on, but before that, he cared more about Yuan Shao's attitude.

   Zhang Miao sent envoys to Jizhou. Although it was secret, Cao Cao still found out. Of course, it is impossible to know exactly what Zhang Miao and Yuan Shao communicated with.

   According to normal, it is understandable for Zhang Miao to behave like this.

  Zhang Miao is Cao Cao's benefactor.

  If it wasn't for Zhang Miao, Cao Cao would not be where he is today, and he might have been tied up, stuffed into a cage cart, and sent to Luoyang to chop off his head and hang it on the city gate.

  If it wasn't for Zhang Miao, Cao Cao wouldn't be able to recruit soldiers, and perhaps he could only watch the peach blossoms in his backyard at home, lamenting his untimely fortune and bad luck.

   "Meng Zhuo..."

  Cao Cao looked up at the sky, and sighed softly and long.

  The white clouds in the sky are fluttering and changing, just like Cao Cao's heart at the moment...

  (end of this chapter)