I Rely on Beauty to Stabilize the Country

The ancients said that it is true to introspect yourself three times a day. Gu Yuanbai reflected on himself before going to bed, reviewed what he had done so far, and his mind cleared up a lot for a while, and he became more clear about what to do next.

Soon after, Tian Fusheng found out the famous flowers in the capital, went to several royal springs on purpose, and picked the famous flowers that were carefully tended and shouldn't bloom in winter.

Each of these flowers is worth ten thousand gold. Back when the late emperor was there, there was a Xifu Begonia living in the palace, and was bought by a rich man for ten thousand gold to worship.Nowadays, the Holy Majesty is very strict with the palace, no one dares to take the flowers in the palace to sell outside, so rare things are more expensive, as long as any flower is crowned with the title of the royal family, it can be exchanged for white flowers silver.

When Tian Fusheng picked these thousands of flowers and dried them, his heart ached so much that he was about to bleed.

Xue Yuan said that it was a flower to be imported, so there were many procedures to deal with the petals, and it took half a month to go back and forth.After Gu Yuanbai gave the order, he seldom asked about it, but at some point, there was a rumor among the people that the Holy Lord loves flowers.

All of a sudden, the price of flowers in the capital ushered in another batch of surges.

Time passed slowly, and finally reached the end of the year.

In northern Xinjiang, two days before the New Year's Eve, under the watchful eye of the nomads, the soldiers of Daheng began to prepare to celebrate the New Year.

The Spring Festival is the first day of the lunar calendar, commonly known as "New Year". This day is the most lively and festive day in a year since ancient times.As generals and soldiers, I can't go back to have fun with my family this year. Although it's a pity, they have to make it lively. Let the generals and soldiers have fun together, and welcome the new year together. Big meat is on display. , fill up with good wine, eat and drink to bid farewell to the plague of locusts, and let those disgraced nomads have a good look at their Daheng Dynasty's confidence.

The station sent enough seasoning and salt to the border a few years ago.Early in the morning, Old General Xue took people to slaughter sheep and cattle, and then sent another group of people to pluck ducks and cook duck soup in advance.

The Daheng soldiers at the border were busy processing ingredients that day.Strips of safflower meat were drying on the ground covered with a layer of cloth. At first glance, the ground was covered with bones and piles of duck feathers, which easily reminded people of a bumper harvest. Soldiers were busy coming and going, occasionally feeding ingredients Take a look at it and feel satisfied.

That night, these batches of meat were processed by gang leader soldiers, and they were frozen outside for overnight storage.On the second day, everyone got up early again and began to prepare dumplings.

The stuffing for making dumplings had already been prepared by the kitchen a few days in advance, and the people in the kitchen were not polite at all. There were a large number of soldiers ready to use, so they handed over this important task.Those who went to the battlefield were all old men, who wielded knives, guns and sticks on weekdays. The soldiers looked at each other, and most of them felt at a loss.

Old General Xue and other generals were also among them, making dumplings slowly together with all the soldiers. When the famous generals put the wrapped dumplings, they were all in strange shapes, few of them could take a look at them.

Old General Xue laughed, pointed at General Yang Hui and said, "General Yang, are you making dumplings?"

Yang Hui scratched his ears and cheeks, looked around, and said with a bitter face, "Look, general, there aren't many well-wrapped ones."

Old General Xue took a look, and was amused again, and suddenly noticed that Xue Yuan was not among the group of people, he frowned, feeling bad, "Where's that kid Xue Yuan?"

"Xue Jiuyao took someone to pick the bones," someone explained, "There is a shortage of soldiers in the kitchen, and the bones are hard. Xue Jiuyao has great strength, so he took someone to chop the bones first."

"This is to make bone soup," Old General Xue felt relieved, and smacked his lips, "I will start cooking it from now on, and after two days, it will be so delicious that I will swallow my mouth water?"

The same is true for dumplings. There are meat and vegetarian fillings. There is really a lot of oil refined from the cattle and sheep in Bianguan. Put a piece of stuffing on it, and you can see the oil pinched out of the stuffing.

All the iron pots in the army have been cleaned, and when the oil is poured into the pot, whether it is dumplings or beef and mutton, the fragrance will be fragrant for ten miles.

Thinking about it this way, I feel that my stomach has started to growl, and I am so greedy that I can't wait to eat a mouthful of oily wine and meat in the New Year's Eve.

Old General Xue and his colleagues made dumplings for a while, and then went to the kitchen with their companions to have a look. Good guy, as soon as you walked into the kitchen, you were greeted with a mist-like aroma.All the people followed the aroma to see that the duck soup was simmering in the big pot, and when the lid was lifted, the fragrance was so fragrant that everyone salivated subconsciously, and they were about to die.

All the generals wiped their mouths reservedly, then glanced at the place where the big bone soup was being boiled, and asked worriedly, "Are you enough?"

"We have recruited all the top-ranking people in the army and the people to help. There should be enough people, but they must be dizzy from work." If you have nothing to do, go make an extra dumpling, what are you doing here?"

Old General Xue led the people away, then ran back to make dumplings.

The morale of the soldiers was particularly high in the past two days, and they buried their heads and processed the ingredients for two days in full swing, waiting for the coming of the Spring Festival full of energy.

In addition to the Spring Festival, they have to pay attention to whether there will be nomads coming.The soldiers muttered in their hearts, hoping that this group of nomads would have more eyes, and don't come here on such a good day. If they really came to attack at this time, the soldiers there would really be full of anger and have no place to vent their anger. .

And at this moment, there are really nomads staring at the tip not far away.

Daheng's soldiers fought too much with Rilianna, and all the Khitan tribes had already received the news. Regarding Daheng's apparent intention to send troops and their tough attitude, the Khitan tribes were both a little unbelievable and annoyed. disturbed.

The ties between their tribes were sparse, and fighting in winter was not beneficial to the Khitans. They could only send people to garrison at the border, constantly watching whether the Daheng soldiers made any offensive moves.

In the past two days, the north wind was blowing, and the fragrance from the Daheng soldiers was blowing to the north, making the eyes of the people sent by various tribes to watch green.

It's so fragrant, really delicious.

Strong food aroma, meaty, boney, and sweet aroma mixed with rice noodles.As soon as this fragrance is inhaled into the nose, the mouth becomes salivary, and the howling wind and the snow all over the ground can't freeze the fragrance coming from it.

The nomad standing on the border and looking towards the pass stretched his neck long, wishing he could stretch it over to see what the Daheng soldiers were doing.

Why is it so fragrant? It's almost the end of the year. Are they preparing for the new year?

They even got the meat, the smell of meat oil is still there, and they still have oil.

Aren't they all affected by the locust plague?How can they eat so well!

The nomad who looked dryly was surprised, "Have you smelled the fragrance?"

"I see," another person sniffed, "Isn't it just eating meat? What's the big deal? We used to march and fight, and we ate only dried meat. What Daheng people ate was dregs that even pigs wouldn't eat. They are no match for us!"

"That's right," the nomad said melancholy, "I didn't expect these Daheng soldiers at the border to eat so well one day. But now, they are all eating meat, but we are eating grass."

The others stopped talking, and were in no mood to stand here and continue staring.A group of people returned to the tent, but the tent couldn't block the aroma, and when they smelled it, it was still an unbearable aroma.

Nomads don’t have iron pans and have never eaten fried vegetables. They can’t imagine meat with such a strong aroma. Is it the same as the jerky they used to eat?

Why didn't the previous jerky have such a fragrance?

Maybe there is, but they never noticed it in the past. It will be a long time since they have eaten jerky and tasted meat, so their mouths are full of saliva thinking about it, and envy arises after swallowing.

They stared at the Daheng people on the front line, but the food and equipment sent to them from the rear became more and more perfunctory.What they ate was left over from the tribe, and the grass and food that the horses could eat was getting less and less. At this time, they smelled the fragrance from Daheng, thinking in their hearts, when will they be able to eat? Eat these things?

After taking Daheng as your own?

On the night of the New Year's Eve, the big bonfire was ignited vigorously, and the soldiers gathered around the bonfire, everyone had a smile of anticipation and joy on their faces.

When the time came, the drums prepared by the army were sounded, and the roar was endless.Amidst the sound of drums resounding from heaven and earth, General Xue raised his wine glass and drank loudly: "Thanks to the Holy Majesty for always remembering us, we can eat so many good things on this day. Regardless of the quantity today, everyone open your stomach to eat The old year is gone, and the new year is coming, I wish you all a safe next year!"

The soldiers responded in unison, and the voice resounded for hundreds of miles.

The bonfire was warm, and the flames swallowed firewood.The soldiers got their share of food, devoured it hungrily, laughed and huddled together with their comrades to keep warm.

The duck meat in the duck soup is stewed rotten, with plenty of spices and salt, and it enters the mouth together with the hot duck soup. Every time you chew, you will feel the fragrance on your lips and teeth. It was swallowed anxiously.

At this time, who cares about the conflict with whom? There is no distinction between new soldiers and old soldiers. Everyone is leaning on each other with their shoulders on each other, and they just feel extremely happy in the firelight.

There are many people, even if it is lively, even if it is festive, the laughter cannot be suppressed.

Some recruits munched on dumplings filled with meat, breathed in hot air, and did not forget to ask the soldiers stationed in northern Xinjiang: "Did you always have such a happy Chinese New Year before?"

The soldiers in northern Xinjiang buried their heads in the meat, and it was so hot that they couldn't speak clearly, "How can it be, this is the first time!"

The soldiers from the capital kept in mind: "That's because the emperor had no money in the past, but now the emperor has money. Just wait, there are more good things."

The Northern Xinjiang soldier nodded and sighed, "It's delicious."

He smacked his lips, feeling that it was not enough to just say, "It's really delicious."

The soldiers below were eating and drinking, and the officers and generals did not lag behind.After everyone finished toasting, they saw the roast meat, dumplings, and duck bone soup brought up by the kitchen, and their appetites suddenly whetted, and they started to rave about with their chopsticks.

Xue Yuan was also among them, he ate and drank and rarely spoke.General Xue glanced at him, pondered for a while, and asked, "Do you want to go back to Beijing?"

Xue Yuan shook his head, "I can't go back."

Could it be that he didn't want to, General Xue glared at him, "Are you still playing sloppy with me?"

"Since General Xue said so, then I'll just say it straight." Xue Yuan put down his chopsticks and picked up a flagon to drink, "I want to go back, but I don't want to go back either. I haven't done my work yet, where should I go back?" go?"

"It's right to think so," General Xue was slightly satisfied, "Tell me, what do you want to do when you return to Beijing, is it true that what your mother said in the letter is true, you have a sweetheart in your heart?"