Wang Dadao rode his horse to the entrance of the barracks. He didn't see Lin Rui, but instead saw two timid-looking middle-aged men. The ox cart they were driving was exactly the same one Lin Rui had driven the last time. He greeted them with a smile and a bow. "Thank you for bringing such a long way to bring us this delicious food. I'll have to express my gratitude to Lin Rui later."
Lin Changxi and Lin Changtai had never seen such polite soldiers before. The attitude of the soldiers guarding Baituo Town when they came to Baituo Town was already good enough, much better than those soldiers in Linjing who were willing to take bribes when entering the city. They immediately stood up straight and waved their hands repeatedly, "How can I do this, sir?"
Wang Da smiled and stopped the two men's hands: "Of course not. Oh, where's my brother Lin?"
Last time he told him to grow bean sprouts so that the soldiers in the army could eat fresh vegetables in winter; this time he sent him new vegetables without asking for a penny. Lin Rui deserved to be called a brother.
Lin Changxi said, "I'm busy at home. I need to keep the tofu workshop I just built up. I also said that I'm going to improve the tools for making tofu, so I asked us to send the tofu over."
Wang Da rubbed his hands together and lifted the gauze covering the tofu. A faint bean fragrance filled his nose. "Is this tofu?"
"Yes." Lin Changtai frantically took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Wang Da. Wang Da asked in confusion as he took it, "What is this?"
Lin Changxi: "Rui Ge'er said these are several ways to cook tofu. He has asked someone to write them down on paper. I hope you can use them."
Wang laughed loudly: "He is really thoughtful." But his face soon changed and he stopped smiling, forgetting that he could not even read.
He pretended to be calm as he put the paper in his pocket and looked at Deng Hui beside him. Deng Hui put away the silver needle he had blindly inserted into the tofu and nodded: "No problem."
"Thank you for your hard work on this trip." Wang Da was about to take out some silver from his pocket.
Lin Changxi and Lin Changtai repeatedly refused: "No, no, the clan leader told us when we came here that we must not accept your money. If it's a gift, it's a gift."
"If you like it, we can discuss the price next time you place an order."
Wang Da nodded generously: "Okay, I'll put this first..." He forgot the name of the new dish for a moment.
Lin Changtai smiled and whispered, "Tofu, tofu."
"Yes, I'll take this tofu back first."
"Okay, I guarantee that everyone will be satisfied with the meal." Lin Changxi patted his chest and said. These tofus were all made by Rui Ge'er, especially the recipe on the paper given to Wang Da, which was also made by Rui Ge'er and asked Zhen Niang to make it for everyone to taste. The taste was beyond words. Now the Lin family either drank tofu pudding or ate tofu. They had come up with 18 ways to eat tofu. He estimated that within three days, everyone's enthusiasm for tofu would drop sharply, and they might even overturn it at the first sight of it.
After all, no matter how good something is, you can’t eat it every day!
Wang Da asked Deng Hui and Xie Yang to call people to move all the delicate tofu to the dining room of the Flying Tiger Camp. He walked while studying the paper and muttering to himself. The literacy course in the military camp was halfway through and could not be continued. Some people were not good at learning. For example, Wang Da, after studying literacy classes for half a year, only knew a dozen or so words. Now it was not difficult for him to use his eyes to find the words he knew on this recipe!
"Ouch!" Wang Da, who was walking forward, suddenly felt like he had stepped on someone. He looked up and immediately bowed to apologize: "Master Han, I'm so sorry. I wasn't paying attention for a moment..."
Han Wenjing waved his hand: "It's okay." He was originally absent-minded and didn't see if there was anyone in front of him.
When Han Wenjing was about to leave, Wang Da suddenly called out to him, "Master Han, I wonder if you are free now. I have some words I don't recognize and I hope you can help me."
Han Wenjing looked at Wang Da in surprise. He hadn't expected anyone in the army to be as studious and motivated as Wang Da. Otherwise, Xu Shaoxuan's literacy class wouldn't have ended so abruptly. "What don't you understand?"
Wang Da handed over the recipe given by Lin Rui with a wry smile. There was no other way. There were only a few people in the army who could read and answer questions. The rest were all rough guys who were good at fighting. The captains and the generals were busy every day and were nowhere to be seen. Besides, he didn't have the courage to disturb the general with such a small matter of the Fire Camp, otherwise he would be beaten with dozens of military sticks.
After much thought, I think Mr. Han, whom I met this time, is the best candidate.
Han Wenjing thought Wang Da would give him something profound, but when he opened it, he found that it was just... a recipe!
It also teaches cooking methods in detail, and the heat temperature is recorded clearly.
Han Wenjing repeated the cooking methods of the above dishes to Wang Da several times. Wang Da listened carefully and asked questions from time to time. Only after he was sure that he had remembered the methods did he bow and thank Han Wenjing again.
"You're welcome, but I don't think I've ever heard of this thing called tofu in the recipe?" Han Wenjing was a little surprised. He hadn't left the military camp for a few days, and new things like tofu had appeared?
Wang Da was already happily carrying the recipe away like a treasure: "Master Han, wait until I make it and you'll know what tofu tastes like!"
Han Wenjing smiled and slowly walked to the tent where the major general and they often held meetings.
Xu Shaoxuan, Chen Zhidong and the other two were standing outside the tent. When they saw Han Wenjing coming, they immediately pulled him into the tent. They saw the major general sitting in the first seat with a grim look on his face.
Han Wenjing was stunned: "What...what happened?" He just went out for a walk, so there was no reason for the major general to be so angry.
Chen Zhidong's face was filled with anger: "Fang Pingshan is going too far!"
Xu Shaoxuan's face was equally stern as he looked at Xing Lie: "Major General, if we continue to tolerate him this time, our Flying Tiger Battalion will be under his control in the future."
Lin Pingyu agreed. "Major General, we must not tolerate this. Let Fang Pingshan know that this is the Xing family army. He relied on nepotism to rise to power, and he is so ambitious and greedy that he wants to replace the Major General."
Seeing that no one explained the reason, Han Wenjing had to ask, "Major General, what exactly happened?"
Xu Shaoxuan sighed and said, "That bastard Fang Pingshan sent people to intercept the Flying Tiger Battalion's food supplies."
Han Wenjing was shocked: "What!"
Food and fodder are important at all times, and are as important as the throat of the human body. Now that it has been robbed, the food stored in the Flying Tiger Camp’s granary can’t last for a few meals. It’s okay to be hungry for one day, but if they are hungry for a long time, the soldiers in the camp will definitely change.
Han Wenjing quickly asked, "Have you found out where the food and fodder were transported?"
Chen Zhidong nodded. "I've found out. Fang Pingshan really overestimated himself. He really thought he could hide his true identity within the Xing Clan's territory."
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