"I have so many places to buy from Chang'an, so it's better to have food in Xuanquan."

After eating at Xuanquanjie, Sun Shiwan burped contentedly. Although they were just ordinary officials, Xuanquanjie still provided roasted horse meat and a large pot of mutton soup.

After eating the steaming millet rice, I felt a stream of heat spread from my stomach to my limbs, and the chill in early spring disappeared.

He just used the baked naan in the basket, but Sun Shiwan didn't touch any of them.

On the way back to Chang'an, Sun Shiwan was asked by Fu Jiezi to try baked naan to see if it would not be damaged for more than a month as Ren Hong said, but he was injured.

The first day was the fragrant baked naan, ＾_＾.

Then there is the overnight baked naan, ￢_￢.

Baked naan two nights, ￣^￣.

Baked naan a month later,╥﹏╥!

Sun Shiwan could still chew heavily in the first few days, feeling that he had taken advantage of it, but in the last few days it was already chewing wax, and he had to drink water and rush down his throat. He even wished that this thing would break soon.

The final mission proved that baked naan was indeed a perfect dry food. Since it could make people eat from Dunhuang to Chang'an, there was no problem with eating from Yumen Pass to Dayuan. In addition, the ingredients were cheap and easy to carry, Fu Jiezi asked to go to the Western Regions this time to bake more and bring them with them.

But Sun Shiwan paid a huge price for the collective and had no love for this kind of food. No matter how the other people in the mission group persuaded him, he said that the naan tasted more than half a year ago, and he was indifferent.

Fortunately, Sun Shiwan was not alone. There was another person in the envoy group who had no love for baking naan like him, that is Zheng Ji, a tutor from Kuaiji.

"Why, you can't get used to it?"

When Lu Jiushu saw that Zheng Ji had only ate half of the naan and didn't eat much millet rice, so he was drinking the soup there, and couldn't help but ask.

Zheng Ji was short and the first Western Regions gubernatorial guardian in the history of the Western Han Dynasty. At this time, he was the youngest person in the envoys. He smiled and said:

"It's not that I don't like this thing, I just miss rice a little..."

This sentence immediately attracted a burst of contempt among the envoys: "It turns out that they are from Wu and Yue! Fried rice and soup fish."

The king of grains in this year is millet, followed by millet and sorghum. Rice is many south of the Huai River and is non-mainstream food in the Central Plains. The eating habits of southerners are often discriminated against by the Central Plains.

But Zheng Ji grew up in Kuaiji County and was used to eating rice and rice. He could have two meals occasionally in Chang'an. However, in the northwest, there were all kinds of millet and wheat, and no one planted rice, so Zheng Ji ate it very well every meal.

Eating habits are deeply rooted, just like drinks are delicious but cannot be treated as water. Once the stomach and intestines are used to a type of staple food, they will repel others.

But Zheng Ji knew very well that compared to the dangers and tortures he would encounter in the foreign land of the desert, this dietary discomfort was nothing at all.

He had to travel dozens of miles, but he couldn't eat enough. He forced himself to pick up half a piece of naan and secretly said:

"Not to mention naan, even if I eat it, I will vomit and diarrhea. When I reach the desperate situation, I will have to accept it!"

After drinking and eating, he was about to set off again. Xia Dingmao, a chef in Xuanquan, came with a bagless clothes and a sack of the eldest son, and asked Sun Shiwan and others to take it to Ren Hong.

"As a fake official, the gentleman always works in Hecang City to build naan pits and bake dry food in winter. Originally, the superior wanted me to help. The gentleman was afraid that I could not bear the pain of the frontier in old age, so he asked the chef Zoro puppy to go there for me."

"He never came back after the La Festival. He killed sheep in the station at that time. Now the meat jerky is almost dry. I hope Sun Wubai will help him take it."

Xia Dingmao was quite regretful for not seeing Ren Hong again. He had previously asked Xu Fengde to find the daughters of several families in the surrounding villages, hoping that Ren Hong would get married before going west and leave a seed for the Ren family just in case. Because Ren Hongyuan was in Hecang City, this matter could only fail.

"Just?"

Lao Sun's eyes lit up. After taking it, he found that it was very heavy. He was afraid that it was more than 40 pounds, so he joked: "Are you not afraid of us stealing food?"

Lu Jiushe smiled and said, "You dare to steal food. Ren Hong is responsible for our food and grass. Are you not afraid of leaving Yumen Hou, he will only give you naan?"

The laughter and fighting of the officials stopped when Fu Jiezi walked out of the Xuanquan. Fu Jiezi still walked with integrity. Xu Fengde was there to see him off and bowed to Fu Jiezi:

"Last year, Gongcao decided to set up the nine houses in Dunhuang. Xuanquanzhi was praised by the chef and the messengers who had made good dishes, but the supervisor decided to set up the first place in Dunhuang."

"If it weren't for Gong Fu's contribution to Xuan Quanzhi and Ren Hong, the court issued a timely edict to commend him, I, Xuan Quanzhi, would have been on the pre-time schedule and would not have the best result!"

Fu Jiezi said: "You are doing your duty, thinking about how to make the busy messengers and soldiers eat well and eat as if they are home. It is the most appropriate thing. If all the places in Dunhuang can be the same as those in Xuanquan, the soldiers will be more comfortable."

After walking out of the store, Fu Jiezi looked back at the Xiaoyi, which brought warmth to the traveler, and smiled and said, "I wonder what month and day will it be when I eat the chicken from Xuanquan next time?"

This time, the mission of the trip west was heavier than last time. Only success was allowed, not failure. They would fall into danger at any time. Fu Jiezi was even ready to go away and all his subordinates were destroyed!

Even if it is so dangerous, you still have to take steps.

It is not just a dream of being a marquis and being a general, but also leaving a name in history.

Also, because someone is a shield to protect the stability of the empire, someone is a sword that is determined to attack!

Fu Jiezi thought that he was the sword.

Although Bo Wanghou died for many years, his career must be inherited by someone, and the government cannot be destroyed.

Fu Jiezi floated with a big cloak, got on the carriage, pointed in front of the flag, and headed towards the west.

Xu Fengde, Xia Dingmao and others saw each other off the road, bowing to Fu Jiezi and the Han Jie in his hand, and they were very much like wooden sheaths waiting for the return of the sword:

"No matter when Mr. Fu returns, thirty-seven officials and soldiers will be placed in the Xuanquan. We will always wait here!"

...

Going west from Xuanquan, Fu Jiezi's mission first passed through Dunhuang County Government.

Fu Jiezi met with the Dunhuang prefect, conveyed the spirit of the central government, and had a secret talk all night. The next day, he walked northwest along the Silk Road, bypassing the still ice-cold Haraqi Lake, and headed towards Hecang City.

Since leaving Xuanquan, Zheng Ji was listening to Sun Shiwan and Lu Jiushu and others talking about the deeds of Ren Hong. He heard that Mr. Fu attaches great importance to this son and even gave him a good horse in the Western Regions, and recommended him to be the chief of the Shu. Now he has been recruited as a fake official...

Lu Jiushe said vividly: "Lu Duoshu, who was in the Xuanquan, told me that during Ren Hong's time as Chief of Sui, he cracked a major case of traitors. He encountered the trouble of the Huns and fought against two thousand barbarians with only five people. In the end, he defended Polusui, cut off seven Huns' heads and killed a hundred cavalry captain..."

"Five people withstood the siege of two thousand?"

Zheng Ji was very surprised and thought that Lu Jiu's tongue was exaggerated. Although the Han army was well-equipped and there was often a saying in the army that one Han was the three Hu, the five people were too disparate to two thousand.

At the same time, he became more and more curious about Ren Hong. He was able to offer naan in literature and guard fire in martial arts. He was definitely not an ordinary person.

"Anyway, you will see someone soon. Whether it is true or false, you will know it once you ask."

Lu Jiu pointed to the front and said, "That should be Kawakura City!"

From a distance, everyone saw a large-scale Tudu fort on the depression on the south bank of Shule River.

A hundred steps west of the fort is a large lake, which is also frozen and not fully melted. The poplar leaves fall from the lakeside, and the red willows are also wilted and appear a little lonely. However, the soldiers and carriages are constantly traveling, transporting the grain from Dunhuang County to Hecang City to stockpile, or then transporting them to various beacon towers to be distributed.

Hecang City is 120 Hanli to Dunhuang City in the southeast and 30 Hanli to Yumen Pass in the west. The natural conditions here are very good, with lush water and grass in summer and autumn, and protected by the Great Wall. Therefore, it is often used as the last stop for envoys and troops to go west to Yumen, replenish dry food and clothing.

Ren Hong and the cavalry clerk Xi Chongguo and others arrived first, and more than ten people who came to prepare for the blockade were waiting here.

Several beacon towers were built on the surrounding high ground, and the mission had been discovered long ago. After Fu Jiezi sent someone to show his identity and verify the talisman, the chief waiter who guarded Hecang City came to greet him. The Xi Chong Kingdom and Ren Hong were also here.

"The lower official Ren Hong, pay homage to Duke Fu!"

Ren Hong saluted Fu Jiezi. Today he was wearing a soap-colored official uniform, wearing leather armor on his outside, and wearing a military official's red trousers and a belt-ringed knife on his head, which looked very heroic.

Especially the scar left by the path on the left face being scratched by arrows, it is like a medal of fighting. It makes people feel that he is completely different from the slightest official who was talking big in Xuanquan half a year ago...

"Look."

Fu Jiezi naturally heard about Ren Hong's "glorious deeds" during his time as Chief of Sui, and was even more convinced that he had read the wrong person. Seeing that he looked like this, he pointed at Ren Hong and said to Deputy Envoy Wu Zongnian:

"What am I saying? This child has been a slut for several months. After experiencing life and death, he has indeed refined a stone into iron."

He also said to Ren Hong solemnly: "In the past, you and I made an agreement at Ershiquan. Since you guarded the beacon tower and were fortunately not dead, I will do what I said. In the future, you will be a member of the delegation's officers!"

"But when you arrive in the Western Regions, there are countless obstacles and difficulties. Ren Hong, you still have time to regret it now!"

Ren Hong raised his head and said with a smile:

"No regrets, it is not enough to become iron. The subordinates only hope that after a trip to the Western Regions, they can further train them into steel like the officials and soldiers under Gong Fu's command!"

"It's still so good at talking."

Fu Jiezi said as he looked at the two people who came with Ren Hong. One was younger, with a round face and a barbarian eyes, and was neither humble nor arrogant with a horned bow on his back.

The other man was about 40 years old, with big arms, thick waist, and beard all over his face, and his eyes were staring at him and wanted to eat him.

"Xi Chongguo wrote to him that he had recruited reliable warriors in Dunhuang? Is it these two?"

“That’s right!”

Ren Hong introduced: "This is Zhao Han'er, whose courtesy name is Guihan."

He pointed at another person again: "This is Han Dandang."
Chapter completed!