As night fell, Su Lu\'s army finally arrived at Li Xiaoqin camp. It was miserable in front of him.

In dozens of shacks, there were seven or eight hundred guards. Everyone was as thin as skin and bones. Li Xiaoqin, the most robust, was almost twenty kilograms thinner than the day he looked for Su Lu\'s soldiers.

When Kou Cheng, the guide, saw Su Lu, he kept crying with his thigh. It looked like a dead father.

When night fell, the tent had not been set up, but the guards dug a big pit on the ground, which was enough to accommodate thousands of people to sleep.

Although the pit was shallow, Li Xiaoqin was so frightened that he grabbed Su Lu\'s hand and burst into tears:

"Have I already sentenced me to camp? Is it a judgment on the spot?"

Li Xiaoqin, who is almost 40 years old, cries like a child. He is wronged. It\'s not that Xiaoqin doesn\'t try his best. The mountain road is too difficult to walk.

Su Lu patted Li Xiaoqin on the shoulder: "what do you think? Bury you with everyone\'s effort to dig such a big hole to bury you."

Li Xiaoqin wiped his tears, understood, and immediately felt relieved. He pulled Zhao Pu nearby and asked:

"How did you get here? By the way, what about your heavy armor and iron gun? Why is it the only thing?"

Li Xiaoqin kept asking.

Su Lu ignored them and directed Su Ping and Li Kun to throw the firewood they found into the pit and divide it into dozens of piles. They should not be too close, otherwise it will affect everyone\'s eating.

The big pot was put up, and the melted snow soon gave out heat. It didn\'t take long for it to roll and boil.

Su Lu told Li Kun to take someone to pour the prepared spices and peppers into the pot.

"Put enough in each pot. The weather is cold, wet and cold. If you want to survive, you have to rely on these things."

Su Lu told Li Kun that this is a life-saving thing. If everyone is short of heat, they can\'t make it tonight.

Soon, there was a fragrant smell in the boiling pot, mixed with the spicy smell of pepper, which made a group of guards throw their dried meat into the pot one after another.

The dried meat is hot as soon as the soup is made. After a few turns, it is picked up by the person who threw the dried meat, and then returned to his mouth.

Li Xiaoqin looked at Zhao Pulao\'s dried meat and said, "Zhao joined the army. Where\'s our dried meat?"

Zhao Pu pointed to the mountain of ferns on the ground next to him: "Governor Su said, you eat that first."

A group of hungry guards like thin skinned monkeys only dare to scold their mother in their stomach. There is no way. There are many people on the other side. They dare to scold out, afraid they will not be beaten.

Li Xiaoqin looked constipated: "Zhao joined the army, brother Zhao, I\'ll call your brother. Can you eat this thing?"

After staying here for four or five days, Li Xiaoqin found everything he could eat. He firmly didn\'t believe it could be eaten.

Kou Cheng picked up chopsticks, took a chopstick and threw it into the pot. He didn\'t pay so much attention. When he was a child, his family was poor and could eat tree leaves. These ferns can certainly be eaten when cooked.

Governor Su won\'t let everyone eat meat. He must have the idea of Governor Su. Eating vegetables won\'t kill people.

"Delicious"

Kou Cheng took a bite of the cooked fern and said something vaguely. Then he gathered the rest of the fern together. He picked it up with chopsticks, blew the heat and swallowed it.

At the entrance of the hot fern, a warm current filled the cold body. The pungent smell of pepper rushed down the throat. The warm current warmed the whole body in an instant. The cold seemed to be isolated from the body, and the whole person was ironed.

Kou Cheng closed his eyes and felt like he was going to fly.

"It\'s delicious"

Kou Cheng\'s eyes were filled with tears. He had eaten so many things since he was young. Unexpectedly, ferns were the best to eat.

Infected by Kou Cheng, a group of people put bracken into the pot one after another. Li Xiaoqin chopsticks flew fast. Before he could react, he pinched Zhao Pu\'s dried meat away.

"I don\'t believe that Pteridophyte can have dried meat."

Zhao Pu had no dried meat and could only pick up a chopstick of bracken. After swallowing it, Zhao Pu also stared: "it\'s delicious."

Li Xiaoqin didn\'t believe it: "fart, bracken can have dried meat to eat."

"Eh, it smells good."

Li Xiaoqin exclaimed while grabbing ferns from Zhao Pu:

"The person who invented this way of eating is really an immortal. When the unpalatable fern is so hot, it becomes a good thing that can\'t be compared with delicacies. I\'ve eaten eight hutongs in the capital, and I\'ve never seen such delicious food."

Zhao Pu sniffed: "it\'s like you\'ve really been to the eight hutongs."

Li Xiaoqin\'s eyes stared: "I\'m also the home of my relatives. Anyuan Bo\'s house in Xicheng is my home."

Zhao Pu immediately expressed his admiration: "disrespect, pit father\'s ancestor Li Zhihuai\'s home, know."

Li Xiaoqin was immediately discouraged, threw away his chopsticks and scolded:

"Sooner or later, I\'ll break turtle\'s son\'s legs and humiliate me all day. I said, Lao Zhao, this way of eating won\'t be the way our governor came up with? It\'s delicious."

Zhao Pu nodded, then took out his job and greeted everyone:

"Of course it\'s the governor\'s way, otherwise who can come up with such a good way. Drinking soup and soup depends on a mouthful of soup to survive tonight."

Li Xiaoqin saw that everyone had bowls. Only he was empty handed. He got angry and picked up the pot.

At night, Li Xiaoqin looked at the buried fire and looked strange: "governor, we\'ll sleep like this. Won\'t we freeze to death?"

Su Lu pointed to a pile of wool and leather on the ground and said, "this is yours. You are responsible for distributing it. Wrap it and sleep. You have to March tomorrow. The road is more difficult to walk."

With that, Su Lu wrapped himself in sheepskin and lay on the top of the buried fire. The heat below had come up and the soil began to heat up. It was no problem to keep warm all night.

The next day, when Li Xiaoqin woke up, he moved his limbs. He didn\'t feel frozen. He was suddenly surprised. In the past, dozens of brothers crowded together. Their arms and legs were still cold. Today they were wrapped in a sheep skin, so warm.

Kou Cheng, who had woken up, touched the soil on the ground and showed a suddenly enlightened expression on his face: "General Li, the soil is warm. The governor asked everyone to sleep on the fire because the soil is warm, so everyone won\'t freeze."

Li Xiaoqin grabbed a handful of loess. It was really warm. It was no cooler than his hand.

Looking at Su Lu, who was directing the guards to burn snow melt water, Li Xiaoqin\'s face was full of shame. I was very happy when I replaced Governor Su to lead the army. Now I understand that I was really stupid at that time. It must be very difficult for such a powerful person as Governor Su to refuse.

Sorry!

After eating breakfast, the guards also packed up their salutes and began to set out.

"Throw away the iron pot and just keep your waist knife. In front of it is the most difficult wangliangling mountain to climb. If we cross wangliangling mountain, we will really survive."

Su Ping and Zhao pangzi shouted back and forth in the team, reminding the guards to discard heavy objects and pack light.

Kou Cheng looked at the iron pot on the ground and asked Su Lu:

"Governor, if we lose the iron pot, we can\'t eat the delicious food last night."

Su Lu looked at the snow covered Wangliang ridge and breathed a long sigh:

"After wangliangling, we can survive. That\'s what you said. When we get to Lintao Tunbao, there are Tule people, and there are some dried meat for us to eat."

Kou Cheng reluctantly turned his head several times to look at the iron pot, and was scolded by Su Lu. Only then did he cheer up and climb the mountain.

Wangliang ridge was very high. The guards finally climbed to the top when the sun turned around the middle of the sky.

The guards rested in place. Su Lu found a stone, sat down and rested, ate dried meat and a mouthful of snow.

After eating the dried meat, Su Ping\'s surprised voice attracted Su Lu\'s eyes.

"What a big river. It leads to the sky!"

"That\'s the end of the river. Is it snow or white clouds? It looks like white clouds."

"Kou Cheng, Kou Cheng, why is there a city over there? There are many houses. Is there anyone else?"

In the distance, a big river flows down from the white clouds, with white waves.

Not far from the river, you can see a city vaguely, but because of the distance, you can\'t see whether there is anyone at all.

After eating the dried meat, Kou Cheng did not look up. He felt the clean snow on the ground, grabbed it, stuffed it into his mouth, smacked it and said:

"That\'s Liangzhou in the Western Qin Dynasty. It\'s very far from here. That\'s the origin of the name of this ridge. That river is called the Yellow River..."

Kou Cheng told everyone about the allusions here.

Looking at the distance, Su Lu suddenly remembered a poem.

The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, a lonely city and ten thousand Ren mountains.

Why should the Qiang flute complain about the willows? The spring breeze doesn\'t pass the Yumen pass.