At this moment, at the logistics camp in the western suburbs of Chen Liu.
The huge barrack was bustling with activity.
Xu Zhen was wearing an apron and rolling noodles in front of the campsite's fire tent.
Dian Wei was chopping the fillings. The sound was so loud that he wanted to tear the table down.
Meanwhile, Zhao Yun was already awkwardly making dumplings.
This thing was called dumplings, also known as crescent moon wontons.
Eating dumplings on New Year's Eve was an important feast that could not be replaced by any delicacies.
In Zhang Zhongjing's era," dumplings " were also known as " Jiaozi " or " Jiaoer ". It meant the replacement of the old and the new. It was also the will of God. It was a feast that must be eaten. Otherwise, God would remove your name from the Yin and Yang World, and you would become a lonely ghost after death.
"Wang Dang! Is the water ready?"
"Alright, San Bao! If the fire on that side was a little stronger, they would be able to make a thousand here!”
"Alright!"
"Lord Dian Wei! Is the stuffing ready? It's almost gone."
"Aiya, I'm almost there. Don't rush me! Go and ask Daren how the dough rolling is going.”
In the midst of the commotion, the group of brave warriors were all happily flaunting themselves. The patrolling guards outside had also been arranged properly. Other than the 100 soldiers who were still waiting outside, the remaining 400 or so people had already begun to help make dumplings.
The entire supply camp was the most enviable.
In the other camps, the general had long disappeared.
This was especially so for the army under the jurisdiction of the Governor of Chen Liu, Zhang Miao. Coincidentally, it was next to the supply camp. At this moment, they did not even care about patrolling. They followed the commandant and looked over. When they saw the rising steam, they were envious.
Not only was he envious, but his heart was also cold.
"What kind of life is that…Sigh, Lord Xu is so good. If only Lord Xu was our general.”
"Don't be envious. Lord Zhang is the prefect and a famous person. How can he eat with people like us? Lord Xu is different.”
"Yes, I also heard that Lord Xu was born in the mountains and countryside. He knows that it's the end of the year, so it's naturally best to spend it with the soldiers. I reckon that he doesn't want to go to the banquet of those upper-class people. Even if he goes, he won't be able to chat with them.”
"Sigh, if I had known earlier, I would have gone to the supply camp.”
"It's just…"
"What are you talking about!"
A threatening voice suddenly came from behind them!! These soldiers were immediately shocked. When they turned around, they saw Zhang Miao carrying some gift boxes over. His face was ashen and his expression was as dark as water.
They didn't seem to want to talk.
He walked to the light and glanced at the camp next door. His expression immediately became even worse. He snorted coldly and said,"Hmph, if you win over the hearts of the people, you should be punished.”
If the soldiers were to be so reckless and not think about patrolling, their supplies would be stolen and their rations burned, and they would lose tens of thousands of people's money and food in vain! He was actually so careless. This person didn't even have the qualifications to be a grain transport officer!
Zhang Miao immediately handed the gift boxes to the guards beside him, then turned around and left.
Soon, they arrived at a courtyard and saw a person.
In the courtyard, this person was also a scholar and had been in Chen Liu for a long time.
Zhang Miao pushed open the door. This was one of his courtyards, and a friend was staying inside.
It was called Chen Gong.
Liu Dai, the governor of Yanzhou, had died in the battle against the Yellow Turban army in Qingzhou. Chen Gong, Zhang Miao, and the others had advocated for Cao Cao to take over Yanzhou, so they were regarded as his trusted aides. It could be said that Cao Cao had originally planned to treat Chen Gong as his core hero.
However…
In order to make his name known, Cao Cao had attacked the aristocrats and pacified the other aristocratic families in Yanzhou. Although this was a swift and decisive move, Chen Gong felt that it was shameless.
Gradually, he became cold and indifferent, and gradually became more and more like Cao Cao's strategist group. He didn't respect orders, didn't go out to be an official, didn't offer advice, and was just an idle general.
Zhang Miao pushed the door open and entered.
Seeing Chen Gong reading a book, Cao Cao also invited him, but he was unwilling to go.
"Gongtai, I'm here."
After Zhang Miao entered the courtyard, Chen Gong put down the book in his room and walked out with his hands behind his back. His expression was neither happy nor sad, as if he had expected this.
He stood at the door. He was tall and had long arms. He had an extraordinary bearing. He wore a long robe and his long beard reached his chest. He had a straight face and was not very moved.
"Meng Zhuo, I told you that you would come and find me.”
When Zhang Miao was young, he was famous for his chivalry. He helped the poor and helped others. He lost all his wealth. Many warriors joined him and were called one of the Eight Chefs. Cao Cao and Yuan Shao were his friends.
Therefore, Chen Gong had a good relationship with him.
This was because Chen Gong abhorred evil and could not tolerate it.
"Sigh…"
Zhang Miao sighed, his heart was filled with frustration.
"Have you considered what I said before?”
Chen Gong said indifferently.
Zhang Miao thought for a long time, but he still couldn't make up his mind.
At this moment, Chen Gong suddenly said,""Do you still remember the famous Bian Rang?”
After a long while, he continued,"Do you still remember the scholar-officials of Yanzhou?”
Zhang Miao's expression froze at those words. His cheeks puffed up, and his eyes flickered. However, he slowly…nodded.
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