C179 Cut the braid and be eager to try

"Master... Master, what are you going to do? " In front of Xiao Wen, a Manchu Constable who knew Chinese was looking at him with a face full of fear.

His words, along with his half-white half-ancient grammar, gave Xiao Wen a sense of familiarity as he listened to the Mandarin of later generations.

According to the academic and official definition, the standard pronunciation of Mandarin is based on the dialect of Beijing. Therefore, the Mandarin spoken by Xiao Wen in his previous life was similar to the Mandarin spoken by the Manchu constables.

But this didn't lessen Xiao Wen's hatred for these Tarantula.

After all, the reign of the Tarantula was the darkest and most ignorant period since the beginning of the Chinese dynasty.

Looking at them, Xiao Wen said: "Do you know what you slaves have that needs to be cut off?"

As he spoke, he waved the shiny scissors in his hand.

The scissors made of bronze were constantly emitting a golden luster. Even though there was only the dim moonlight, the sharp luster did not dim in the slightest.

The Tarantula was already filled with fear in its heart. He looked at Xiao Wen and quickly kneeled on the ground. His head was like the beak of a woodpecker, pecking at the grass and kowtowing with all his might.

"Master, your servant …" This servant doesn't know! "

"You don't know?" Xiao Wen walked in front of him and pulled up the ugly pig tail, saying, "Even the disheveled Huns have better hair than you."

As he spoke, he cut off the pig's tail.

Seeing that Xiao Wen had only cut off the hair on the back of his head and hadn't harmed his life, the Tatmadaw kowtowed again, feeling grateful to Xiao Wen.

"How boring." Xiao Wen couldn't help but mutter when he saw that the person didn't seem to have any reaction to the tail being cut.

Although for him, cutting off hair was not something shameful like the ancient Chinese, after all, after the May 4th Movement, the Chinese had already started to cut their hair and change their clothes. On the contrary, Xiao Wen felt that with this long hair, it was easy for fleas to grow. During maintenance, he couldn't help but recall the girls in his previous life who often complained about their long hair and the trouble of washing their hair and taking care of it.

However, this was an ancient time, and they paid particular attention to their skin and bodies. Having their parents cut their hair hastily was an unfilial act.

Plus, the clouds were in the north and the weather was cold and dry, and he lived in the city, away from farmland and pastures. Normally, as long as he paid attention, there would be no fleas in his hair. Only then did he manage to restrain himself.

However, regardless of whether it was long and short hair, Xiao Wen could accept it.

But just like the other transmigrators, Xiao Wen was unable to accept that this braid represented ignorance, backwardness, ignorance, savagery and retrogression.

"From now on, if I see a Tarantula pig's tail, I will cut one tail at a time. I will cut two tails at a time!"

As he spoke, he had the guards of the caravan cut off the pig tail on the heads of the other policemen.

Satisfied with the sight of the round, egg-like heads without their tails, Xiao Wen walked back to the camp in satisfaction.

The sky gradually brightened. The wind on the prairie had always been strong. When Xiao Wen opened his eyes, he heard the sound of the caravan's banners being blown by the wind.

Some of the employees who had once walked across the prairie had said that if Xiao Wen's defenses hadn't stopped them, even if the night was filled with fuel, it would have been difficult to burn the bonfire for the whole night.

Those damned winds would lengthen and extinguish the torches one by one, only producing wisps of smoke.

At this moment, the horses and mules were whining uneasily. The surrounding scenery changed from blurry outlines to clear images. Looking through the window of the carriage, Xiao Wen saw that the guards were lying on the observation deck, their bodies completely numb from the cold.

However, none of them dared to move. He just stared at his surroundings.

From the looks of it, they also knew that the sudden attack of the Tarantula last night was most likely just the beginning.

There were many patrolmen around, and they might encounter them at any moment.

Outside the window on the other side of the car, the corpse that had been lying outside the fortification had long since disappeared. Last night, the merchants had already buried them.

"What a pity. If it's possible, it's not bad to let them die in the wilderness. " A trace of tyrannical killing intent flashed across Xiao Wen's eyes. It was a little bit of a pity.

However, he quickly calmed down.

"Young master, you're awake?" When Xiao Wen opened his eyes and got up to open both windows, he saw a slightly aged elder with white hair and beard walking over.

He was the shopkeeper of the caravan, and together with the guard leader, he managed the entire caravan for Xiao Wen.

"Did you get rid of those Tatars?" Xiao Wen asked.

"It's all settled." The innkeeper nodded and said, "It would be a waste of medicinal ingredients to treat the wounded members of the Tarantula." Healing their expenses is not enough to subsidize the money we sell them. "So according to Young Creation's meaning, we have already killed all of these people and buried them, so that no one who passes by will be able to find out."

"As for those captives from last night, we will lock them up in a separate carriage, with two attendants watching them."

"Very good." Xiao Wen nodded in satisfaction. He then asked, "How do we deal with those war horses?"

Although they were dirty and useless, these war horses were very precious.

After all, even though the Cloud Central City was close to the prairie, they could still import war horses from the horse market every year. However, the value of a war horse itself was enormous. It was not something that could be sold for a cabbage price just because they were close to the origin of the war.

Therefore, these fifty war horses could be considered a windfall.

"More than ten of these war horses were seriously injured last night. "The rest will be fine or lightly injured. As long as you take good care of them, they will be of great use in the future."

Xiao Wen nodded.

Although more than ten war horses were severely injured, it was a pity. However, there were more than thirty war horses for Xiao Wen.

After all, even though Xiao Wen had been created to be a noble, he didn't have much of a reward.

His current amount of money could be used to make a decent living. But when it comes to getting rich and doing things like sheep and eating people, that little bit of money can't be used as a starting fund.

"Oh right, Young Creation. This morning the men butchered the dead or wounded horses and roasted some horse meat. I don't know if the less the better, the better? "

Hearing this, Xiao Wen's eyes lit up.

As someone who had eaten all over the world, Xiao Wen had naturally eaten horse meat.

Traditionally, the most famous horse meat dish in the Chinese cuisine naturally belongs to the origin of horses, Inner Mongolia, Xinjiang.

After all, Guangdong, where Cantonese cuisine is located, needs to have enough horses to develop its horse meat cuisine, right?

In Xinjiang, the horse meat on the Inner Mongolia side was grilled mainly in a manner similar to the Arabian style of another of the world's three major cuisines next door.

However, after thinking about it, he felt that roasting the horse meat wasn't something that he was in a rush for. Even at a later time, the horse meat that was marinated with seasoning could still be eaten even if it wasn't particularly fresh.

However, there was another method of eating horse meat that required fresh horse meat.

That was the Japanese cuisine of the long-lonely Japanese islands in the north-east of East Asia.

Japanese cuisine inherited the cooking practices of the Tang Dynasty in China, although it was followed by the creation of dishes such as sushi.

However, there were strong shadows of ancient China, such as thorns, rice, hotpot and so on.

In fact, there was a place in Guangdong, China, where food was similar to daily food. This was because both of them had inherited many of the cooking styles from ancient China.

Of course, this was not the main point.

Now, what Xiao Wen cared about the most was the classic Japanese style dish – the cherry blossoms pot.