"Tianma died? How did he die!"

Ren Hong was a little surprised when he heard this.

Su Yannian sighed: "According to the people in the mission, the mare died first, and the stallion died one after another."

Horses were much more pretentious than people. After leaving their place of origin, they traveled for a long distance and were unable to adapt to the environment, so it was indeed easy to get rid of things. When the Han Dynasty expeditioned the Huns, more than 100,000 military horses were basically used as consumables. There were few deaths in battle, and more people were sick and had suffered from things.

Therefore, for the Central Plains dynasty, every time they attacked the northern part of the desert, they had to rest for a few years or even ten years, and wait for the new war horses to grow.

Ren Hong had never studied veterinary medicine in his previous life, and he couldn't understand what kind of livestock disease the sweat-blooded horse suffered from.

But he knew very well that General Huo Guang agreed to let Fu Jiezi, the "Bima Wen" on the Western Regions, with the main purpose of restoring the tribute relationship with Dayuan and welcoming Tianma to the Han Dynasty, as a political signal for the Han Dynasty to return to the Western Regions!

If the horse died today, wouldn’t Fu Jiezi’s mission be greatly reduced?

This is not mentioned in history books. It cannot be the butterfly effect caused by himself, right? Can Fu Jiezi fail to complete his mission and still get the opportunity to go to the Western Regions again and make achievements?

At this moment, a thought suddenly flashed through Ren Hong's mind, and he quickly asked Su Yannian in a low voice and said, "Dare you ask Chief Su Tun, where did Tianma die?"

"Before entering Yumen Pass, or after entering the Pass?"

Su Yannian said: "It seems to be before entering the pass."

Ren Hong nodded: "I just died in the Western Regions. So, before arriving in Kucha or after arriving in Kucha?"

There is a world of difference between the two!

"I don't know this."

Su Yannian shook his head, said goodbye with Ren Hong, and went to Xuanquan with Chen Pengzu. As officials with 200 stones, they were qualified to attend the banquet to entertain Fu Jiezi.

"It seems that we have to ask the parties for details."

Ren Hong's eyes fell on the ordinary escorts of Fu Jiezi's mission...

...

Ren Hong received more missions in the past and also learned that the Han Dynasty's envoys had different specifications.

The highest level was the Huns, who were on missions and known as the "big barbarian power". Because after the siege of Emperor Gaozu of Han, the Huns became "brotherly countries" with the Han Dynasty, and their diplomatic relations were equal.

Although Emperor Wu of Han finally swept across the northern part of the desert for his entire life, making the Huns dare not go south, the Huns were tough enough. Even in the most difficult times, they never surrendered to the Han Dynasty and begged for surrender. At most, they said a few soft words, wanting to recognize the Han Dynasty as their father-in-law and restore their marriage as they did in the past.

But the Han Dynasty finally turned around, how could it be willing to recognize such a cheap relative? Starting from the Mayi plot, the Han-Hungary War could only have one ending: the Huns were ministers and concubines of the Han Dynasty!

The two sides were just quarreling, and the Huns are still an enemy country that matched the Han Dynasty.

Therefore, the envoys who sent the Xiongnu were appointed as high-ranking officials of the two thousand stone level, such as the chief official and the envoy was appointed as the deputy. Sometimes they were even specially granted the position of "Zhonglang General". Su Wu was "the envoys of the Zhonglang General were appointed as the chief official. The envoys of the Zhonglang General were appointed as the chief official. The envoys of the Xiongnu remained in the Han Dynasty."

In the Western Regions, it is one level lower, and the level of 600 stones is the official envoy.

The long-bearded civil servant who stood beside Fu Jiezi and said that every member of the mission had to report to the court and could not arbitrarily add people was the deputy envoy Wu Zongnian. He belonged to the host and guest order under the Great Honglu, and was specifically responsible for the affairs of the Hu Kingdom in the Northwest.

In addition to the chief and deputy envoys, there are twenty or thirty members in the envoy, including cavalry officials, Wu Bai, translators, scouts, and drivers, etc., which can be collectively called "official officials".

Officials above a hundred stones followed Fu Jiezi in first, and there were more than 20 officials and soldiers outside. Ren Hong went forward enthusiastically to greet him, and led them to the place with the soldiers Lu Duoshu.

But halfway through, the big man who was leading among the officials stopped.

The big man had a bun with a bun on his cheeks, and had no beard on his chin. He sniffed and pointed to the naan tunnel that was emitting white smoke not far away:

"Is it because of the roasted meat there, it's so fragrant."

"Of course."

Ren Hongxiao said, "It was the roasted mutton prepared for Ersanzi, and it was almost cooked."

The man with big hair on the flying temple exclaimed, a little surprised: "What a strange thing, can we ordinary officials eat meat?"

Like the Qin Dynasty, the food provided by the Han Dynasty was different in the food provided by the officials, and they were written one by one in the "Transferred Food Law".

Like the host and the deputy envoy, you usually have to kill a big sheep, a lamb, a chicken, and a finest rice.

The other officials of more than 100 stones are mainly lamb, eggs, pigs and sheep, and the rice they eat is barn rice.

Ordinary officials usually use vegetable soup made from leeks, sunflower and other vegetables, including sauces and soybeans for rice, and pounded rice with thicker pounding.

The lowest-level Chixingzi and slaves couldn't even eat vegetables, so they could only swallow the extremely rough rice with sauce and soybeans.

Therefore, it is beyond the specification for ordinary officials and soldiers in the hospitality group to eat mutton.

"Of course."

Lu Duoshu, who was standing beside him, explained: "Xuanquanzhi killed three sheep today, and both of them were entertained by Gong Fu and his deputy envoys, officials and subordinates. In addition, this one was bought by the lords and for the officials and soldiers, as well as colleagues in the station to eat!"

If you pay for money privately, it is not considered a violation.

Dunhuang has half farming and half herdsmen, and there are many sheep, which is not expensive. One head is only 250 yuan, which is equivalent to Ren Hong’s salary for half a month. Ren Hong doesn’t feel sorry for him at all, nor does he feel sorry for him...

"Ren, you don't know us before, what's the point?" The man with big hair looked at him in confusion.

The members of the Ren Hongchao delegation bowed and said, "Although I am a minor official, I have always admired the heroes who have been experiencing in foreign lands. They have been winding, sand, frost and snow for a whole year, and the city is 9,000 miles away from the mountains and rivers. Now they have returned smoothly and have not lost their national prestige. They rely not only on the wisdom of Gong Fu, but also on the courage of you."

"This is just a sheep, Ren Hong expressed his admiration, just a little bit of his heart!"

Everyone looked at each other, and the man with big hair was even more moved: "Since he was appointed, no one has ever said such a thing to us. We have recorded this friendship!

He immediately slapped his chest and his voice was loud:

"I am Wu Bai, a native of Longxi County, and Sun Hundred Wan!"

This name is amazing, but it has nothing to do with Sun Shiwan from the Later Eastern Wu, but his parents. I hope that Old Sun can earn 100,000 yuan in his life and become the middle class of the Han Dynasty...

Sun Shiwan is a cheerful person. His previous words of Ren Hong have already praised him. Now he has seen Ren Hong's style with his own eyes, which is quite a slight chivalrous style. He even met very late, so he said:

"Ren Jun speaks and does things very much for me. You friend, Lao Sun, I have made a promise!"

Ren Hong said modestly: "Brother Sun is older than me, and I can't bear it. Just call me Ren Hong."

Unfortunately, Sun Shiwan was born in a humble family and had no words yet. No one helped him pick up the words, otherwise it would be normal to call each other's words.

Finally, Sun Shiwan sighed again:

"Since entering Yumen Pass, there is no need to say about the hospitality of Fu Gong, but for our officials and soldiers..."

He shook his head: "It's just a matter of doing things according to the law. Those officials in the office smiled when they saw Mr. Fu, but their expressions were cold when they saw us."

For the missionaries who sacrificed their lives in foreign lands, this treatment made them feel a little disappointed.

Sun Shiwan raised his head, looked at the little artisan and smiled, "In comparison, Xuanquan is really different. Only when he reaches this point does he feel like he has returned to the Han area and has a little more human touch."

"Nine houses in Dunhuang, Xuanquan should be the first!"

Lu Duoshu started bragging at this time, and his saliva splashed: "It's not just meat, but Xuanquan puts food for ordinary soldiers and officials to eat. There are so many ways to do it. Later, you may hate your parents and give yourself a less mouth!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sarcastic officers struck, but a sarcastic voice sounded.

"You little man, just blow hard. I passed by Xuanquan a year ago, but I didn't have any food here, so I could just swallow it."

"As for roasted meat, what's so rare? It's not available along the way after returning home. When I was in the Western Regions, Fu Gong took us and the small towns. When did we wait for a big wine and meat? In fact, the roasted meat tastes better than the Central Plains in the Western Regions!"

"Lu Jiushu! Ren Hong treats us kindly. Are you talking about human words?"

Sun Shiwan was furious and pulled out the person who was talking and cursed:

"When you don't need to translate, it's better to keep your long tongue!"

Lu Jiushu is a thin middle-aged man who was grabbed by Sun Shiwan, like a tiger holding a little chicken.

Sun Shiwan pushed him and apologized to Ren Hong: "This person is the translator of the mission. He is the language of the nine city-states in the Western Regions. We call him Lu Jiushe. But I wonder if he has spoken too much in the Hu language and is becoming less and less like a son of man!"

Lu Jiushe still muttered: "I'm telling the truth..."

"You dare to say another word!" Seeing that Sun Shiwan was clenching his fists and was about to beat Lu Jiu's tongue, Ren Hong hurriedly grabbed him.

"It's good or bad, and you will know it's good and bad, Brother Sun, the roasted meat is cooked, so you and I'll call you two or three to try it."

Sun Shiwan let Lu Jiushe go. Everyone walked to the fragrant naan pit, but saw Luo Xiaogou holding a fire tong, carefully taking out a bunch of mutton hanging on the wall of the pit and putting it on a pottery tray.

Baking, this is probably the first cooking method learned by mankind, and it is available all over the world.

However, the baking method of Xuanquan is a bit unique. It uses the naankeng that showed off yesterday. It is a "naankeng barbecue" and is a unique way to eat it in the Western Regions Province two thousand years later.

The sheep killed in the morning have been dissected. Mix the lamb chops with shredded ginger, salt and flour into a paste and marinate them. Hang them on the inner wall of the naan pit with red willow trees and bake them for two minutes before eating.

The newly-baked lamb chops from the naan pit are fragrant and the sizzling mutton oil sounds. Whether it is the officials and soldiers in the Xuanquan or the scouts of the delegation, they are all inferior people, and they don’t care about any etiquette. They can eat them one by one, just by one!

After one bite, it is full of meat flavor. Because it is covered with flour, it is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and it is delicious.

“This roasted lamb is really good.”

Sun Shiwan teared the mutton in his mouth and praised it endlessly. Even when he was walking in the Western Regions, he was well-informed and knowledgeable, it seemed that this was a top-notch dish.

The others nodded. After eating, many of the troupe officials still held their oily fingers and stared at the naan pit, but they still had an unsatisfactory feeling.

Unfortunately, a sheep is only so big, with more than twenty people present, and the first wave of baking in the naan pit was divided...

But Lu Jiushe, after gnawing a lamb chop, threw the bones and spoke again:

"Although it's good, there's still something missing, so it's not considered a top-quality product."

The people in the mission had long been accustomed to the man's long tongue and continued to suck his bones, ignoring him.

Lu Jiushe was a little embarrassed, so he raised his voice and said loudly:

"This roasted mutton is missing a seasoning that is not available in Central China."

Lu Duoshu, who was full of oil, looked up and looked at Lu Jiushu: "What's missing?"
Chapter completed!