Shortly after entering the gate, the monk ran out and met him out. Behind him was his wife Yu Xiu'e.

"Boss, why are you here? Don't say hello in advance?" The monk said loudly while saluting.

Qin Feng smiled and said, "I just want to come down quietly and take a look. What's the point of saying hello first?"

Is this a private visit? The monk showed a smug smile on his face: "Boss, I am your relative. No matter when, you come down to check, the monk's army will never go wrong, it must be in a proper manner."

"Well, the business is doing well." Qin Feng nodded.

Yu Xiu'e walked over and bowed with her fists: "General Qin, the sun is poisonous outside, so let's talk in the big tent!"

"Okay, go in and talk." Qin Feng said with a smile.

The big tent is very simple. Apart from the chair, the most visible one is the sharp weapons placed on the weapon stand behind the chair. The monk took a wooden scoop and scooped out water from a large jar at a corner, poured several large bowls, and brought them to Qin Feng and the other two.

"A few days ago, I went to Baoqing Camp for official business. What a guy. Jiang Shangyan actually brought a cup the size of a thumb to pour tea for me. She couldn't even get her mouth wet. She also said that this was the good tea given to him by the general, and she was so precious. But I can't get used to it. But I can't get used to it. I think the boss must be used to it." The monk said with a big mouth.

Qin Feng smiled and said, "That's what he said, monk, if you marry into the Yu family, the Yu family is also very rich. Why are you still so rustic after several years?"

"Boss, I'm marrying my wife, why are I marrying me?" The monk explained with a red face, glanced at Yu Xiu'e's face, and then smiled quickly: "I don't like the tune, and my wife doesn't like it either. She also likes me, drinking water with a big bowl and drinking with a big bowl, right? My wife?"

Yu Xiu'e smiled pursed her lips, but she didn't say anything.

Qin Feng drank the water from the bowl and sat down by himself, "Then isn't the tea I give you a waste of resources?"

"How could it be? I gave him to Jiang Shangyan. I won't drink it anyway, so I'll make a favor." The monk smiled and said, "That guy thanked me one after another!"

"Well, in recent years, your human relationship has become much stronger." Qin Feng nodded: "Sit down and talk, how are your combat camp trainers? Have you formed a joint force? How are you controlling it?"

Speaking of serious matters, the monk's face disappeared. He sat upright and said seriously: "My battle camp is basically composed of Luo Yishui's old subordinates. He already has considerable combat effectiveness. Of course, it is still much worse than our Death Camp, but it is much less worry-free when training than the new recruits. After taking over, I divided them into three levels, one is an experienced veteran, the other is a soldier who has been trained but has insufficient experience in the battlefield, and the other is a rookie who has just entered the army. The training is also carried out according to their different levels. At present, a joint force has been basically formed. The overall combat level is not bad. The small army coordination and orders I practice. In this regard, there is still a big gap."

"What is the difference between them and the battle camps such as Baoqing Camp, Panshi, Miners, etc." Qin Feng continued to ask.

"The gap is not above combat effectiveness. They are so bad that they are a kind of energy, a kind of soul!" The monk touched his bald head, "Anyway, I feel that these soldiers don't have a clear understanding yet, that is why they fight! Boss, tell me, when we were in the Death Camp, we only had one belief, that is, to survive, this is our belief. But now these soldiers seem a little numb, which probably has something to do with Luo Yishui, and they can't get through with anxiety. I think it takes a few battles to slowly form this spirit."

"It's quite in-depth to see the problem." Qin Feng smiled: "You're right. They are indeed not so angry now. After all, they have been in a mess during this period, and the soldiers are afraid that they are at a loss. Moreover, our large-scale disarmament of the Luo army will still have an impact on them. I guess some places will still need to use weapons around the beginning of autumn. At that time, you will lead the troops out to fight a few battles. In this process, you will find ways to solve this problem and let them understand why they are fighting? If this problem is solved, everything will be easy."

"The monk understands." The monk nodded repeatedly.

"It's almost a bit of food. Call your soldiers in. I'll have a meal with them and chat!" Qin Feng said with a smile.

"Okay, I'll make arrangements now." The monk didn't think it was different. Anyway, when he was in the Death Camp, Qin Feng and they squatted on the ground with a bowl every day and ate it so hard.

After a while, a row of simple tables were placed in the big tent, and followed by a large basin of vegetables. A very simple meal was very simple, a pot of meat, a pot of vegetables, a pot of soup, a pot of pickles, and a large wooden steamer placed in the center of the big tent. The big tent suddenly became hot and fragrant.

The sweaty generals walked into the tent talking and laughing. Some were neatly dressed, while others held their clothes in their arms with bare arms. Some were wearing clothes, but the stench on their bodies had not yet dissipated. As soon as they stepped into the tent, they saw Qin Feng sitting in the middle of the tent, and suddenly they were collectively petrified.

After a while, those who were well-dressed had already kneeled down first, while those with bare arms were busy putting clothes on their bodies. The emperor in front of him was about to ascend the throne. The crime of losing his manners in front of him was a big or small one. Their identity was more sensitive, and of course they were more careful.

"No need!" Qin Feng smiled and waved his hand, stood up and said to them, "I am also a soldier. I just watched your training. They are all tired like dogs. Why do you talk about so much etiquette?"

He strode to the center of the tent, picked up a bowl of rice from the table on one side, then sat behind the table, picked up chopsticks and knocked on the table, "Why are you still polite? Let's start!"

Everyone looked at the monk. The monk glared at them, scooped the rice first, walked to Qin Feng to sit down, and the other generals immediately rushed to take bowls and add rice, and each found a seat to sit down, but did not dare to eat first. They put the rice on the table and put their hands on their knees, looking at Qin Feng.

Qin Feng, who was picking up a piece of meat bone from the meat basin, stared at them in surprise: "What's wrong, I'm not Eat after training for a long time?"

The generals were also looking at Qin Feng in surprise. In the past, the leader like this came and had to eat with everyone. Before eating, he always had to make a passionate speech. Today, this person is better, he will eat it first.

"Boss, everyone is waiting for you to say a few words!"

"Say a few words?" Qin Feng laughed and put down the bowl, "Then let me say a few words, monk, when we were in the Death Camp, sometimes we went out to fight, and there were always times when logistics supplies could not keep up. At that time, some of us were full, while others were not full. What is the reason?"

The monk grinned, "Boss, you asked the wrong person because I have never been enough to eat."

Qin Feng laughed: "I have always been a full person. Don't be wrong. At that time, we were very fair and were also scooping rice from a steamer. This guy would not give in to me. Every time he filled the bowl and had to be pointed."

While saying that, he knocked on the monk's bald head and smiled, "But look at this guy's big guy, no matter how sharp he fills it, he can't eat enough. But as for me, I have only filled half a bowl, so why am I full? Who can tell me, I'm not small!"

The generals looked at me, and I looked at you. After a while, a tall general stood up and said, "General Qin, I think you must have finished the half bowl of rice at an extremely fast speed, and then added the second bowl. This second bowl must be filled with sharp tips, so naturally he was full. Although General Huang had filled the first bowl, after eating this bowl and adding more rice, he was gone, so he naturally couldn't eat enough."

Qin Feng laughed: "That's right. Judging from your size, you must be the same as me. Unfortunately, the monk has never guessed such a simple truth."

There was a burst of laughter in the tent. The tense atmosphere was swept away. They were different from the suicide camp. In the past, when they were in the army, they ate separately from the soldiers. There was no problem of not having enough food. Until the Taiping Army surrendered, this privilege was cancelled. They had to eat whatever the soldiers ate, and they had to eat with the soldiers. Many people were still not used to it.

"So, you have to think about eating a big pot of rice. Look at the monk. Today, I'm so full. I guess he won't be full again today. Come on, start moving." Qin Feng laughed.

No one spoke in the big tent anymore, only the sound of chopsticks colliding with the bowls and basins was heard. As Qin Feng expected, when the monk finished eating the rice in his bowl and walked to the center of the big tent to see the big wooden steamer, it was already empty inside. Looking at his eyes as big as a copper bell, a cheerful smile broke out in the big tent again.

Yu Xiu'e, who was on the side, whispered: "I'm so stupid."

"Monk, I'll teach you a trick today." Qin Feng smiled and ate the last grain of rice in the bowl, put the bowl and chopsticks on the table, and smiled at the monk.

"Boss, you haven't told me for so many years." The monk said a little aggrievedly.

"Well, you'll know from now on, but monk, the food in your military camp tastes good and is very distinctive." Qin Feng said with a smile.

"Of course, boss, haven't I been a restaurant owner in Luoyang before? I have seen several branches, and it's up to this military camp's big bowl of dishes. I have gathered a lot of chefs to study a lot of ingredients, all of which have secret recipes." The monk became proud again.

"Give me a recipe back." Qin Feng was calm and composed. "Mahou, don't forget to take it when you leave."

The monk was stunned again, wishing he could slap himself, and as soon as he spoke, he would sell himself again. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!