Li Daozong led his army back triumphantly. In mid-August, the army traveled to Changle County, and was still stationed in the wasteland outside the county town.

The elders of Chang Le and the soldiers sent a lot of grain, rice and flour, chicken, goose and mutton, Luo Yong even sent them several carts of white wine. Although everyone might not have a few bites, it was his whole heart.

As the Mid-Autumn Festival is about to come, these men are still trekking in the border areas thousands of miles away from home.

No matter what, it is always good to come back. Although they won the battle this time, many people were still left on the battlefield forever, even on the march.

As night fell, one fire after another was lit at the place where the army was stationed. The soldiers were making fires and cooking. But they shared the same fire with them at this time. I don’t know if it was the brothers who came.

Luo Yong and Tang Jian went to meet Li Daozong together. Li Daozong had good luck this time. He originally thought it was just to defeat Hou Junji's shortcomings. He never thought that Gaochang State had grown a few golden gourds. After the saint's edict came out, the meaning of this war was immediately different.

I heard that in the Central Plains, the legend of Gaochang and the Golden Gourd is circulating everywhere. Li Daozong also naturally followed him with a name. After all, this is still a closed era. The people do not know much about the civil and military officials in the court, and very few of them can be widely praised.

This time, the Tang army returned victoriously, not as hurried as when they were rushing to the battlefield. Luo Yong and Tang Jian came over. Li Daozong welcomed them enthusiastically, thanking them for the many things they brought to the army.

They marched thousands of miles apart, and the poor places were really poor. Those small towns composed of hundreds of families often couldn't come up with anything. It was rare for Changle County to provide them with so much food and food support with the power of a small county.

Especially the alcohol that Luo Yong gave them, he did not pay much attention to it at first. Later, he heard from a doctor in the army that using this thing called alcohol to clean the wound can greatly reduce the chance of pus rotting.

Using this alcohol to treat the wound, and taking some internal medicine, many seriously injured soldiers survived. Most of them thought they were dead this time, but they didn't expect that he, hey, he came back after walking to the gate of hell.

From then on, the military doctors regarded these alcohol as treasures and refused to take out ordinary minor injuries easily. They turned out to be treated as they were treated now.

At this moment, their large army returned to Chang'an City, and the seriously injured soldiers were left in Gaochang. Qu Wentai promised to treat and take good care of them. When these people recovered from their injuries, they would send them to Yumen Pass. Several doctors in the army and the remaining alcohol were also left in Gaochang.

There is also the compass that Luo Yong gave earlier. Although the Gaochang people who were familiar with the terrain led the way in this battle, they did not need to identify the terrain and direction by themselves, as long as they brought this small object on their body, no matter where they were, they could just take it out and look at it. It was clear at a glance from the southeast, west and northwest, which direction Chang'an City was in and which Turkic people were in.

This is a clarity and convenience that many soldiers have never experienced in the past, including Li Daozong himself.

"I don't know if there is anything like that alcohol. Is there still there in Changle County?" Li Daozong felt that this alcohol matter was very important. After he returned to Chang'an City, he must talk to the saints.

"There are some more, I'll send them later." Luo Yong said cheerfully.

"I don't know..." Li Daozong seemed to hesitate on his face, but said, "I wonder if Sanlang can have some wine-making craftsmen with me?"

Luo Yong was stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect that someone could ask him for such a skill of making money.

"I want this winemaker with you, not for profit." Li Daozong said: "If this alcohol can save the lives of soldiers, it should be promoted vigorously. How can you ignore the lives of others for personal gain?"

"..." Luo Yong also knew this truth. He originally planned to wait until the emperor knew the benefits of this thing, and then reward him and give him more rewards. Then Luo Yong could present this wine-making prescription, and as a result, Li Daozong...

"Sanlang doesn't have to make things difficult." Tang Jian said at this time: "Why would you ask Qiao Junlin to go back to Beijing with him."

"Who is Qiao Junlin?" Li Daozong had never heard of Qiao Junlin. Although the two were together in Chang'an City for several years, they were no longer on the same level. There were about hundreds of miles away from circles.

"It's the winemaker." Luo Yong sighed and said.

Tang Jian had a good idea, so he asked Qiao Junlin and Li Daozong to go back to Chang'an. By making wine, he would have been a little bit of a job, and it would not be a loss.

Qiao Junlin was originally a person who was devoted to his career. If it weren't for Luo Yong, he wouldn't have come to this border. Now that there is such an opportunity in front of him, there is naturally no reason to refuse.

"When I go back and talk to him, I will ask him to go to Chang'an with the army tomorrow morning."

Although he agreed so, when he returned to the county government, he looked at Qiao Junlin who was reciting Turkic language, but County Magistrate Luo didn't know how to speak.

"But is something?" Qiao Junlin looked up at Luo Yong. Seeing that his face was a little solemn, he couldn't help but have a guess in his heart, so he closed the book and looked at Luo Yong with a steady look.

"It's nothing." Luo Yong pulled the dough and smiled and went to the earthen kang, taking off his shoes and socks.

"If you have something to do, just say it." Qiao Junlin said in a deep voice.

"Today, Li Daozong and I asked for a drink recipe, and Tang Jian said, "I asked you to go back to Chang'an City with him." Luo Yong said casually, his tone relaxed.

"..." Qiao Junlin said nothing for a while.

"I said, don't learn Turkic language. Why do you really want to go to the Western Regions? The Western Regions are so far and the journey is too hard. Why don't you go back to Chang'an City? You go back first and get me a little bit, and then you can get me back." Luo kept talking with Balabala there.

"I don't want to go back to Chang'an." Qiao Junlin said.

"Why?" Luo Yong asked him.

"..." Qiao Junlin just looked at him firmly and didn't speak.

"..." Luo Yong also looked at him.

The twenty-one-year-old Qiao Junlin is no longer the stubborn donkey boy in Xipo Village, nor the forced smile in Chang'an City. He has now grown into a calm and stable young man. He seems to have countless thoughts in his heart, and he seems to be very clear about what he wants most.

He found a balance point in his own conflicts and was no longer confused.

"Have you thought about it?" Luo Yong asked him.

"Think about it." Qiao Junlin curled the corners of his lips and said softly.

The next morning, Luo Yong took two craftsmen from the winery to the military camp. He said that Qiao Junlin had a cold last night and could not go out for a while, so he asked the two craftsmen to go to Chang'an City with them.

When Luo Yong and Qiao Junlin selected these two people, they also asked them about their wishes. After confirming that they were willing to go to Chang'an City, they asked Luo Yong to send the people to the military camp.

"You are a free official position, just flying like that." Luo Yong stood on the city wall, looking at the direction of the army leaving, and felt a pity for the official position.

"Let's go and have a meal." Qiao Junlin looked uneasy. Hou Linruo, who was far away in Chang'an City, knew what good things his nephew had done, and probably wanted to discount his legs.

"What should I eat for lunch today?" Luo Yong wrapped his clothes and walked under the city wall with Qiao Junlin. It was almost Mid-Autumn Festival, and the climate here in Changle County had begun to cool down.

"Corne flour pancakes." Qiao Junlin replied.

They don’t have to think about pumpkin or something at the moment. This fall in Changle County, the price of corn is much lower, lower than that of corn and wheat. They often eat this in the county government.

When it was time to eat, the county government was very lively. This large group of servants ate a lot, and there were many officials and family members in the Changle County Duke Mansion.

Most of the female family brought food to their houses to eat. The children didn't care and ran around the yard. At first, someone was still detained, but later everyone saw that the county magistrate didn't care about this, so they ignored it.

It is a county government office. When it comes to dinner, the atmosphere in the yard is not much different from that of the country people holding a banquet.

There are still several servants there boasting:

"I have to eat six such burritos in one meal."

“I have to eat eight.”

"You have less bacon. Come on, put a few more pieces of bacon."

"I don't like bacon, I like shredded eggs."

"I ate seven at noon yesterday, but I wasn't full yet. Seeing that there were a few leftover cakes for breakfast in the steamer, I ate them all."

"I'll eat five, but I'm hungry so fast that I'll be so hungry until dinner."

"What should we eat tonight?"

"I heard it was eating squid."

"Oh, the soup is so delicious that I can't eat enough."

"Eat two more bowls."

Luo Yong:...

It's time to collect taxes again, but it's better not to collect taxes after he has paid so many empty accounts. If you have to fill in the taxes for those individual accounts, it's not enough to fill in the holes.

After being fought in Gaochang this year, there was no big caravan outside the pass now, and the liquor could not be sold. Now that even the wine party has been taken away, no benefits have been taken away.

The year is not good, there is no money and food in the warehouse, and there is also a large group of big-bellied men waiting to support them.

"Eat less, you will be almost empty in the granary." The magistrate of Luo County said worriedly.
Chapter completed!