Behind the snow slope, except for the first master and the second master who were wearing sheep fur, the only half-grown boy wearing sheep fur swallowed hard and asked tremblingly: "Brother, they, why don't they come in?"
The boss slapped the boy hard on the back of the head and cursed: "You bastard, why can't you calm down? Wait."
This group of people, including Gu Chen and the others, didn't step even half a step into the dense forest, let alone stepped on a trap. They each walked away holding a large bundle of dry firewood.
Gone far, far away.
The boy screamed and almost cried: "Big brother, fat sheep, is gone."
The boss quickly covered the boy's mouth and cursed in a low voice: "Why are you crying? Look at your potential."
The second master's sinister eyes flashed, and he said confidently: "It seems they are going to spend the night here. Let's wait until they are sleepy and fall asleep before we take action."
The first master nodded repeatedly and said convincedly: "Listen, listen, and learn from the second master."
The second master smiled and said in a low voice: "Okay, big brother, let the boys have a rest first."
Han Changmu and his party had no idea that they had become fat sheep in the eyes of others, and their eyes were already glowing green.
It was getting dark, and the bonfire was burning red. There was not much space under the cliff, and there was only room for these few people to squeeze together and sit around the bonfire.
Yao Yao took out a strange copper pot and set it on the bonfire. She poured water and dried mutton into the lower layer along the edge of the pot and cooked them together.
Xie Mengxia looked at it curiously and reached out to touch the edge of the pot. It was so hot that he quickly retracted his hand: "Hiss, it's really hot. Ah Yao, what is this? Why does it look so weird?"
Yao Yao smiled proudly: "This is a treasure."
She accidentally discovered this pot when she was buying medicinal materials in Gaochang City.
At first she thought it was made by some fellow countryman who had traveled through time, but upon further questioning, she found out that this pot was actually a recipe passed down from the palace of Gaochang Kingdom.
This copper pot is large, hollow in the middle, open from top to bottom, and can be placed on a campfire. It was very similar to the charcoal hot pot in her previous life, but not exactly the same.
The copper pot is divided into two layers. The lower layer can be used to cook soup, and the upper layer can be used to heat pancakes, steamed buns and the like. The top place with a charcoal fire can be used as a barbecue grill.
The mutton soup was already bubbling, and oily flowers were floating on it. Yao Yao put salt, pepper, and dried coriander into the soup.
Then she placed the cold and hard flax cakes on the top layer of the pot. Finally, she placed the skewers of dried fish and meat on the fire vent above the pot.
The double-layered copper pot is larger than the washbasin, and the variety of food is breathtaking.
Xie Mengxia was so impressed that she shook her head and clicked her tongue: "A Yao, you really know how to enjoy it, much more than I do."
Yao Yao smiled secretly from the bottom of his heart.
Where is this?
Eating watermelon with the air conditioner on and eating ice cream while sleeping on the hot bed is called enjoyment.
Han Changmu watched Yao Yao busy with a smile on his face, feeling that the bitter cold all the way was nothing.
Xie Mengxia waved his hand in front of Han Changmu's eyes, jokingly: "Hey, look at you looking like a nymphomaniac. Jiuchao, you have found a treasure this time."
Han Changmu nodded and sighed: "I think so too."
After just a few days of being depressed and blaming his teammates, Gu Chen returned to normal, eating and drinking when he should, and laughing and joking with Yao Yao and the others, just like before.
Han Changmu's eyes flashed, and he felt a little unspeakable in his heart.
The hot mist rushed out with a rich fragrance, diluting the cold air and drifting far away.
The group of people behind the snow slope sniffed heavily and suddenly became energetic.
The little boy drooled all over and asked, "Brother, this, what does this smell like? It's so fragrant."
The boss slapped him hard on the back of the head and cursed: "You're a worthless thing. It smells like meat or mutton. You can't smell it."
The young man sniffed hard again: "Brother, that's not right. When we were rich in the mountains, we always ate mutton. It's not so delicious."
As he spoke, his stomach rumbled.
The boss cursed angrily: "You're hungry. Not to mention the smell of mutton, even shit tastes good to you."
The half-grown boy was so greedy that he almost cried. He could endure being beaten and scolded, but he couldn't endure being hungry.
If you have enough to eat, who would want to stick your head in your belt and become a bandit?
Who would have thought that despite his desire to destroy the nine tribes, he would only earn money from selling cabbage, and he would still be hungry.
The second master's stomach also rumbled a few times. Although he was also hungry and greedy, he was still able to hold his own. Looking at the brothers behind him who looked like half-grown men with sad faces and green eyes, he lowered his head. The voice said: "This is the smell of pepper. Bear with it a little longer. This is a group of big fat sheep. After this job, you will eat enough mutton."
The boss waved his big hand and boosted morale in a rough voice: "Pepper can only be afforded by rich people. This is a big family. After you finish this job, I will let you go to Qiuci Kingdom and sleep with the most beautiful young lady." , Drinking from a big bowl until you have diarrhea and diarrhea, eating a lot of meat until you vomit."
"..." The second boss twitched his lips, what kind of words are these.
The aroma became more and more rich and mellow, the mutton was floating in the soup, and the oily smell on the fire vent dripped onto the bonfire, making a sizzling sound.
Yao Yao flipped it a few times and said with a smile: "Okay, let's use Mu Shi."
Several people started working together, and the bamboo chopsticks kept moving.
The rich aroma of barbecue, the mellow aroma of stewed meat, and the burnt aroma of sesame cakes are mixed together, overbearing and strong, making people want to stop.
The group of people behind the snow slope swallowed hard and couldn't help it.
No, I couldn't bear it anymore.
This group of people were all in rags and rags, and they had not had enough to eat for several days. Nothing was more tempting than being well fed and clothed.
The boss rolled up his sleeves. He didn't care whether he could beat me or not. He waved his hand and said, "Do it."
Like an arrow from a string, the half-grown man rushed out first with a big knife in hand. He pointed the tip of the knife at Han Changmu and the others and shouted loudly: "I will keep the food, and I will spare your life."
Han Changmu was stunned.
Yao Yao's bamboo chopsticks fell to the ground.
What kind of trick is this?
Are you crazy about hunger? ! !
The second master looked at the first master leading the people and rushed out regardless. He twitched the corner of his mouth and felt that he was really blind in the first place, why did he follow a pig.
He did not rush out, but shook his head helplessly, rubbed his hungry belly, slowly retreated to a very far place, then led a horse and quickly went down the mountain.
The big boss kicked the young boy on the butt, with a trembling face and a fierce look on his face: "Hand over all the money."
Xie Mengxia was eating by himself without even raising his head. When he heard this, he wiped his mouth and threw the bamboo stick with the dried fish on it, hitting the middle-aged man in the butt: "I don't have any silver. Do you want some gold?" ."
The young man held his butt and let out an ooh, then jumped up and said, "If you want it, hand it over."
Han Changmu's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Yao Yao turned around to look and raised his eyebrows.
This calamity person is really blind.
Xie Mengxia laughed angrily, threw out a handful of bamboo sticks in his hand, and put his hands on his hips like a shrew scolding: "Hey, I've really opened my eyes. I've never seen anyone dare to rob me. You guys are really Tired of living."
The half-grown boy was hit head-on with more than a dozen bamboo sticks, and his hair was covered by the blow. He looked carefully at Xie Mengxia, slapped his thigh, pointed at Xie Mengxia and shouted: "Brother, brother, look at him, look at him Does he look like that? That king, that is, the king who made us poor."
The boss was about to slash at him with his sword, but when he heard what the young man said, he took a closer look and shouted in a rough voice: "It's really haha, it's just that he looks a little darker, not as good-looking as the King of Han." ."
"Bah." Xie Mengxia felt that she was insulted by the bandits, and cursed with her hands on her hips: "I am the most beautiful man in the world, the King of Han, who can be more beautiful than me, King of Han, I am the only one in the world, you guys You must have caught a fake, treated him like an ancestor, and lived in poverty. His brain is a good thing, but it’s a pity that you don’t have it. No wonder you are so poor even though you are bandits.”
The leader became furious when he was scolded, and waved his hand: "Brothers, chop him up alive."
Although this group of people had a large number of people, they had been blown through by the cold wind, their hands and feet were stiff from the cold, and they had been hungry for several days. Their fighting power was obviously insufficient. Facing the wolves and tigers of Gu Chen and the others, they gradually fell behind. Downwind.
A dozen people faced Gu Chen and the others, but they clearly felt like they had fallen into a wolf's den and were about to be torn into pieces.
The first master looked horrified, turned his head and looked around, and asked the young man in a low voice: "Where is the second master, where is your second brother, have you seen it?"
The young boy was forced to retreat steadily by the aggressive Wang Xian. He was almost frightened to tears. He shook his head repeatedly: "Brother, I, I didn't see it, I didn't see the second brother."
The boss suddenly lost his idea, and his backbone was already wetted with oil on his feet. Why was he still trying hard?
He felt that learning was better. Scholars knew more. Seeing how wise the second master was, if he was not allowed to take action, he would not be able to take action.
He looked around in panic, planning to lead the people out, but found that he had suffered the loss of his lack of knowledge. His dozen brothers were forced to have no way out by just three people.
Gu Chen has always been holding back an unknown fire that cannot be released or extinguished. Just when the bandit comes to the door, his sword is cruel, but it is not a fatal blow. Every blow is torture.
In just a few breaths, these dozen bandits were lying on the ground, holding their heads and wailing in pain.
Only the boss and the young man stood back to back, looking at everything in front of them in horror.
Seeing Gu Chen's eyes red, he rushed over with his sword in hand. With a clang, the half-grown man immediately threw away the big knife and rolled back and forth in the snow with his head in his hands, shouting ouch without listening.
