The nineteenth section is all rice buckets, all are rice buckets

  Set out in June, returned in August. Yun Ye participated in the grand military parade of the Left Wuwei Army, without the expected passion and excitement, only with unparalleled fatigue and boredom.

  The Qiang people were like rabbits fleeing in all directions across the mountains and fields, without any organized resistance or strategic battles. The defense of their old nest was nothing but a naked slaughter. The Left Guard's army was like a great mountain moving forward, crushing all living things.

  In the face of absolute power, strategy is laughable. There may be examples of a smaller force defeating a larger one, but it will never happen between the Qiang people and the Tang army. The Qiang people, this once glorious nation, do not even have the qualifications to become enemies in the face of the mighty military might of the Great Tang. There are still eleven branches of the Left Wuwei Army like this in the Great Tang.

  Cheng Yaojin had always hoped to engage in battle with the Turks or Tibetans to show off his famous general demeanor, but heaven did not comply with human wishes. The Tibetans were busy contending for the highest power on the plateau and completely ignored Cheng Yaojin's provocation.

  The Turks retreated to the vast grasslands, and although they were ambushed by Longsun Wuji and lost the slaves they had captured, their gains outweighed their losses. They hid in the grasslands and never showed their heads again. The world seemed to calm down overnight, as if war had never existed, except for General Cheng's clamor to enter the grasslands and take the head of the Turks' leader.

  His old man's clamor was ignored by everyone, and the whole Tang Dynasty seemed to have forgotten that there was a general named Cheng Yaojin, or they were deeply ashamed and unwilling to mention it. Since you are assigned to the Left Wuwei Army in Longyou, just eat well in Longyou, don't kill this one and that one for no reason, the world is finally at peace, which is not easy, so give the people of the Tang Dynasty a chance to breathe.

  Yun Ye has been unlucky since General Cheng ate the oil-splashed noodles, and he has been boasting about how delicious this noodle is among a group of old friends, it's simply not something that exists in the mortal world.

  Niu Jinda said, "Yun Ye's little guy's official documents are all written by me, so it shouldn't be a problem to ask for a bowl of noodles, right?" He sat in Yun Ye's tent with a smile, waiting for dinner. Yun Ye felt that these people were unavoidable, and rather than inviting his brother alone, he might as well invite the colleagues from the military who had given him face to eat together. It was better to get it over with quickly. He took out all the chili peppers and poured oil on them, making a big bowl of red oil. Then, he asked the logistics camp workers to bring in a large basket of wild vegetables and called three cooks to help, including the one who had been beaten. Yun Ye couldn't bear to bully people and then feel at ease. He believed that after this dinner party, the three of them would have learned how to make oil-splashed noodles, and those big and small military schools wouldn't come to bother him again. He gathered all the ingredients, including twenty large bowls for soup, a huge pot that could cook a whole sheep, and everything was ready, just waiting for the guests to arrive.

  The guests came and left. When they arrived, their stomachs were growling with hunger, but when they left, they stumbled away. Only the host was left to sigh at the moon, lamenting that twenty-six men, twenty-six generals, and twenty-six gluttons had devoured eighty kilograms of flour, a wooden barrel of vegetable oil, and two large baskets of wild vegetables. They ate until their bellies were full, yet still complained about the small portions. In reality, there wasn't much food to begin with, but the way they ate was novel, just trying something new. Who has ever finished even the noodle soup? The three cooks collapsed on the ground, gasping for air, their tongues hanging out like dogs, and their buttocks covered in footprints from these rascals kicking them for being too slow.

  I'm extremely regretful for inviting these people to eat, didn't the ancients have demeanor, reason and self-control, putting others before themselves? Why is it that after Old Cheng and Old Niu finished serving the meal, the rest of them rushed forward in a swarm, including Huang Zhi'en who has been obsessed with mathematics these days. After finishing one bowl, he loudly shouted for another, not fearing bursting his stomach, while using his foot to kick the cook and at the same time using his hands to grab noodles. This so-called famous mathematician and academic is like this, and others seem to be used to it, apparently they are always like this.

  After a long time in a fragrant room, one becomes unaware of the fragrance. After a long time in a fish market, one becomes unaware of the stench. This famous saying has a great impact on Yun Ye. Leaving the Left Guard's fish market must be put on the agenda. He rewarded three cooks with a string of coins and watched them leave happily. Yun Ye touched his flat stomach and returned to his tent to sleep.

  Early in the morning, the wet air with a muddy smell rushed over, and Yun Ye suddenly remembered the potatoes he had planted. He quickly ran to the back of the account and saw that the potato seedlings in the five large vats were growing very well. In two months, they had already grown to half a foot high, with dense green leaves covering the entire vat mouth. The five large vats were arranged in a plum blossom shape, with a thatched pavilion above them to shelter the potatoes from the heavy rain. Occasionally, a few drops of rainwater would leak down and hit the leaves, splashing up sparkling water droplets. As the bright green leaves tilted downwards, the remaining rainwater slid down the leaf surface and disappeared into the dense shade in an instant.

  Yun Yan felt relieved, during the two months he was away, these potatoes had been well taken care of. Looking at the flower buds between the leaves, Yun Yan became excited, in another five or six days, the light purple potato flowers would bloom, and with flowers would come harvest. He had been worried that the potatoes' vitality would be damaged during the pest control period, but it seemed to be fine, his plan for making money hadn't been disrupted.

  Waiting for these potatoes to grow, all made seeds, as long as they don't degenerate, it won't take three years, Yun Ye has confidence to plant hundreds of acres in Chang'an and still have thousands of acres of good fields. He believes that relying on this new crop, potatoes, making a fortune is not a difficult thing. When Yun Ye was drooling and fantasizing about the future with copper coins falling from the sky like rain.

  A sturdy man walked into the pavilion from the rain, his movements a bit clumsy. Cloudy was deep in thought and didn't notice him at first, so he stood quietly beside him, waiting for Cloudy to come back to himself. This man was none other than ZHUANG San Ting, whom Cloudy had pulled back from the brink of death. Due to his severe injuries, he hadn't been brought along on this expedition against the Qiang people, and instead had been left behind in the camp to recover. A month ago, Zhuang San Ting had already been able to get out of bed, but with nothing to do in the empty camp, he had heard that Cloudy had left a few potted plants behind and had come to take a look. However, he was blocked by the guards, who said that these were the young master's beloved treasures, and even the great general attached great importance to them. Ordinary people weren't allowed to enter, and only two flower farmers were in charge of carefully tending to these plants.

  Zhuang Santing found it increasingly strange that the Grand Commander was suddenly concerned about flowers and plants. In the mansion, he practiced his knife skills and accidentally cut down the peony cluster that Madam loved, which led to him being chased by her and becoming a laughing stock in Chang'an. Now, however, he ordered people to carefully take care of Yun Jue's flowers and plants. It was strange indeed! After much persuasion, the guards finally allowed Zhuang Santing to enter and observe. At first glance, Zhuang Santing, who came from a farming family, was certain that these were not ordinary flowers and plants. Although he didn't know what kind of trick the Grand Commander was playing, it must be something important. Perhaps this was some precious medicinal herb cultivated by the Grand Commander. As soon as he thought of the Grand Commander's extraordinary skills, Zhuang Santing's face filled with admiration.

  The young master's treasure can't be left to those irrelevant flower farmers, what if something goes wrong and this life-saving medicine is lost? So he moved his own account to the front of the potato seedlings and set up a thatched shed. Every day at sunrise, he would put the potato seedlings outside the shed, and at sunset, he would move them back inside the shed. He took great care of them every day, loosening the soil and watering them, and catching insects was a regular occurrence. As he watched the potato seedlings grow bigger and bigger, they recently sprouted flower buds, and Zhuang San couldn't help but feel delighted.

  Last night, a heavy rainstorm He got up three times in the middle of the night to check if the thatched hut was secure, and only fell asleep at ease when everything seemed normal. Not long after falling asleep, he heard footsteps outside, so he got up to take a look, and it turned out to be the young master.