In the evening, a grand banquet began. The cut trees were set up. In the huge square bonfire, the light in the sky swayed. Nanqiu was very poor, so there would be no fine wine from the Central Plains. Nanqiu was very poor, let alone There will be the flow of milk from the North Sea, and what is here in Nanqiu is only enthusiasm and excitement. All the prey that the tribe can hunt are taken out, just to entertain the guests coming from the southwest.
"Have friends come from afar!"
Ruzai brought a bowl of ginger soup to each guest who came from afar. The stone cauldron was still boiling the soup, and the hot steam emerged from the big round mouth, drifting toward the sky continuously and leisurely.
The best food that the Akagata family could come up with was eggs, taro, fish and cockroaches.
The huge beast carcass had already been stripped of its skin and bones. Another huge stone cauldron was refining oil according to the requirements of Yuan Zai. A large amount of meat was put into it. The flat, flat cauldron carved out by Yuanliang's efforts played a big role. .
Oil is not difficult to make. For example, during the Zhou Dynasty, nobles were very particular about eating. Different oils were used in different seasons. In spring, small fish and piglets were fried in beef oil, and in summer, pheasants and chickens were fried in dog oil. Dried fish, veal and deer are fried in lard in autumn, and fresh fish and wild geese are fried in mutton oil in winter.
Of course, there is also the most famous "Soup Wok Punishment" (put in the oil pan).
People in the Central Plains also have a concept of oil, because everyone raises pigs, and when they roast the pigs, the oil will drip... Although the piglets in this period are not obese, it has nothing to do with whether they produce oil or not. It does not mean that you must It takes fat to produce oil.
"Back then, the tribe raised dolphins, and there was a lot of oil. But now the conditions are difficult, and the oil produced by these beasts is not as good as that of cattle, sheep, and dolphins. But I have never seen this method of boiling oil."
The old patriarch took a small bowl of bright oil to burn incense for the days when he had food every day.
"Oil is the basis of human strength, eat more!"
Ruanzai was very happy, and thirty soldiers from the southwest were surrounded by enthusiastic Akafang warriors. The old people handed them full oil bowls, while the ones in their hands were smaller.
"It's okay, we are old and don't have much to eat."
An old man said: "Young man, when you grow up."
The old man was injured, apparently from the battle with the Long Di clan. His energy and blood had dropped significantly, far less than before, and even worse than some of the new warriors.
This made Huang Liyin, Baihuangqi and the others feel awkward, and they thanked them repeatedly. The two little fighting experts suddenly turned into three good students.
A tribe that can give the best things to its friends when they are in trouble is really worthy of help and association.
A truly close friend is not the one who adds icing on the cake when you are brilliant, but the one who gives you help when you are in trouble, or in other words, he himself is in trouble, but he still tries his best to help you.
The ancients were simple and honest. I can’t help but think that in the Spring and Autumn Period, the Warring States Period, and even the Qin and Han Dynasties, many people killed their only chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep in order to entertain their friends, and then used them to entertain their friends. Of course, there were also More extreme....that would be too extreme.
The word "righteousness" was as important as a thousand stones in ancient times. Countless people sacrificed their lives and blood for this word just to fulfill a promise.
The ginger soup was steaming, and there was a smell of ginger in the oil. These were all the ginger that had been dug up along the way. As for the piece of mother ginger, no one dared to cut it into pieces.
Everyone gathered happily. Except for Ruyu who looked at the little salt left in the bag distressedly and thought about how to increase revenue and reduce expenditure in the future, everyone else was very happy.
"Yu, it doesn't have to be like this. I'm going to let you do a job tomorrow and take Lamb with you."
Ruanzai hugged him, and Ruyu was stunned: "Wu, is there anything you want me to do?"
"Take the lamb to find salt soil."
Yu Zai said: "Although Daze is not salty water, there should be salt soil nearby. Sheep are very sensitive to earth salt and rock salt. Take the lamb and go around as much as possible. I will ask the clan leader to follow you to ensure your safety. .”
The clan leader is the highest combat power of the tribe. When looking for Yanba, there must be an expert following him. Otherwise, if Yanba is not found and Lambo and Yuyu are eaten by wild beasts, they will be unlucky.
Lamb, who was licking the ginger soup at the side, felt a chill.
"Laozi also drinks ginger soup, I'm afraid he's not a human being."
Yu Pan, a little expert in spreading rumors, looked at Lao Zi and suddenly felt a bit fragrant.
Ginger mutton soup...it's so fragrant, but it's a pity that the lamb is a totem.
Everyone was sitting, and the atmosphere soon became lively and gradually heated up. Among the Akakata clan, someone raised their hands, swayed with their arms, and sang a song:
"Harada always makes a plan to abandon the old and make something new!"
"Harada always makes a plan to abandon the old and make something new!"
New land, new people, new life.
The warriors of the Tierya clan, the Jinghua clan, and the Lu clan were also infected, and they also began to sing the songs of their own clan and dance. Some looked funny, and some danced beautifully.
As Yu Zai listened, he gradually began to hum. Yu Yu and the others on the side listened, and realized that they had not heard it before, so they asked: "Witch, what kind of song is this?"
"It's called "Pei". When I was praying, I vaguely heard an old man singing it."
Everyone was surprised. They had never heard of this song, including the soldiers from all over the mountains and fields. They all looked at each other in shock.
But it’s surprisingly nice. It’s a song that praises rain.
"But too much rain will breed moisture and rot, which is not good either!"
The old patriarch laughed and drank the ginger soup in the bowl.
Boom!
The old patriarch put down his bowl and said to everyone: "I also have a song. When I was young, I followed the ancestor Wu Xiu to the Central Plains to participate in the emperor's sacrifice. Although we just went to join in the number and watch the excitement, but Having seen the great world, it is not in vain..."
"I secretly learned a song at this time..."
The first wizard is not the old wizard, but the old wizard's predecessor. At that time, the old patriarch was just a child.
The prophecy that the mountains will grow dark, the rotting grass will turn into fireflies, the broken bamboos will be replaced, and the voices of bells and stones will change, are left by this ancestral witch.
"The song is called "God's Journey to the North"."
"God! Go north! Clear the water channel first and clear the ditch!"
"God! Go north! Clear the water channel first and clear the channel!
The old patriarch said, his eyes full of memories: "When there was a drought, the emperor worshiped the mountains and seas, and ordered his uncle to go north with the jade order. Uncle Jun was no more than a boy at that time, so he walked northwest, with green leaves falling under his feet, and there were people beside him. Sprinkling water follows the heart of the servant, and the child shouts "God's Journey to the North", hoping that Chishui woman will not inflict her sorrow on the Central Plains again, hoping that she can help to take back the severe drought."
"In the far northwest, the Chishui goddess Xian looks at the Central Plains year after year, but cannot come back. We are reunited here, but we are still lonely like the goddess Xian. But even if the Central Plains is afraid of her and hopes that she will go to the west, She still looks at the Central Plains, year after year, and will not erase her memory, nor will she be stingy with her protection. This is probably the longing for hometown that is hard to leave."
