Tang Ling couldn't imagine what the ashes mutton soup was? In his understanding, does it mean to chop the mutton into pieces as fine as dust and then boil the mutton into a paste
In fact, I can only praise Tang Ling's imagination. The real ashes mutton soup is extremely labor-intensive. It requires more than ten special spices from the grassland, put them together with the marinated mutton, and add underground spring water to introduce it. A type of water with a quality between third-grade drinking water and second-grade drinking water is placed in a special casserole and simmered under a fire.
There is something special about the fuel for this fire, but Tang Ling doesn't know what the specific details are.
He only knew that it took more than three hours to simmer this soup in the fire, because the whole pile of firewood had to turn into ashes before it was considered good - hence the name of the ashes mutton soup.
When a large pot of soup was brought to the table, it had changed from near dusk outside to late night with a drizzle of rain.
The rain on the grassland is precious. At times like this in the past, Valencia would be very excited. After the rain, there are always some fresh 'bits' popping up in the grassland, such as mushrooms unique to the grassland. Or something like that, go out and come back with a basket full of fresh wild vegetables.
Eminem is perfect for making pancakes, but Valencia is not in the mood today.
Looking at the rain outside the window, she sighed quietly, and was afraid of neglecting Tang Ling, so she would forcefully smile at Tang Ling occasionally.
Her father, Wenbu, could still maintain his composure. After the ashes mutton soup was served on the table, he was responsible for opening the lid, taking out the mutton inside, cutting it into pieces, and placing it in front of Tang Ling.
And the haggis stayed in the soup.
The soup is very delicious, transparent and slightly yellow, with a lot of spices floating on it. It tastes rich and mellow, making your tongue fly, and it is also accompanied by a slight milky fragrance.
The tender mutton fished out of the soup is paired with a little fried and spiced coarse salt. Dip it carefully. Then eat a piece of rice and garlic and swallow it together with a big mouthful of meat. It is really a unique experience in the world. taste.
Tang Ling originally made up his mind to be gentle, but after taking one bite, he couldn't help but eat two big chunks. There was nothing he could do about it. The meat was tender and tender, without any smell. When he took a bite, it was full of meat juice, mixed with a slight oily smell. It satisfies all the fantasies of eating meat.
It’s much more sophisticated than the food culture in Security Zone 17.
Such delicacies with strong local flavor made Tang Ling involuntarily think of ancient Chinese food.
Although the village is shrouded in sorrow, some inheritances have survived strongly despite such sorrow.
Just like a culture maintained by food.
This made Tang Ling feel a little emotional and touched by the existence of human beings.
After eating three pieces of mutton, Tang Ling stopped. He wiped his hands, took a sip of the rich and sweet milk tea, and looked at Wenbu with a grateful expression: "Thank you for your hospitality."
"What are you talking about? No matter how difficult the grassland people are, they will not neglect their friends from afar." Wenbu took a sip of kumiss, and the two red spots on his rough face became more rosy.
He put down the cup and continued: "If I believe in my daughter, I must believe that you are an interesting and friendly person."
Tang Ling didn't say anything, but just smiled. The rain outside the window became faster, hitting the tent with a crackling sound, which made people feel safe, but also easily sentimental.
Therefore, the Valencia family can never erase the deep worry from their brows.
In fact, it was already very touching. Wenbu came forward to drive away Baltu, "This is my daughter's guest." Baltu, you are not my son-in-law, Wenbu, and you do not have the right to speak in this family. If you don't welcome my daughter's guests, please leave first. '
How rare and beautiful is it to be able to maintain such integrity in the Ziyue era
Or maybe this is a grassland. The grassland sandwiched between the mountains has always been a peaceful place.
The herding life means that although the people here are not rich, they are not lacking in food and clothing.
The huge changes in the Ziyue era broke the shackles of evolution and made the already barren landscape and grassland rich in products.
Their lives are very good, so they can also inherit a kind of spiritual beauty.
Is this going away too? Tang Ling held the milk tea cup, hesitant and sad.
He believes that extreme deprivation is something that challenges human nature. When pushed to the limit, what kind of willpower is needed to prevent people from showing their bestiality
But Tang Ling didn't ask anything. Instead, he chatted casually with the family and asked about the black market.
As expected, there is really no black market in this village, there are only caravans that come once a month.
These caravans will bring some necessities such as salt and iron tools, as well as training resources prepared for great warriors and high-end hunters, such as various high-end meats.
This requires people on the grassland to exchange a large amount of special output.
Tang Ling rubbed his chin. Such a caravan would definitely not be able to meet his needs. Moreover, based on time, it would take three days for the caravan to arrive at Barbato Village. He couldn't afford to delay it.
This made Tang Ling realize that to find places with underground black market strongholds, they would probably only be found in places above the safe zone, or in huge villages with favorable geographical advantages.
The villages we passed along the way probably didn't have much hope.
**
After a conversation, it was already deep into the night.
The night on the grassland was even colder than in the mountains and forests. After a tiring day, the Valencia family finally fell into a deep sleep.
As a distinguished guest, Tang Ling was arranged next to the fire pit with a brazier. Valencia's Eji spread a thick layer of animal skins and prepared a wool blanket for Tang Ling. It seemed that he was worried that this thin young man would I can't bear the coldness of the grassland.
It's a pity that Tang Ling couldn't enjoy this kindness immediately. After Valencia's family fell asleep, Tang Ling quietly walked out of the tent, found a place to shelter from the rain, and started practicing under the purple moon.
It seems that the moonlight on the grassland is more abundant. The practice that originally took four hours to reach the limit has almost reached the limit in more than three hours.
Tang Ling opened his eyes in confusion and heard intermittent crying.
In such a rainy night, I felt very desolate.
Tang Ling frowned slightly, stood up, and walked over quietly.
It turned out that beside the stable outside the tent, Valencia was leaning on the pillar of the stable, with his head hanging down and crying sadly.
I can't believe that such a cheerful girl has such a weak side, Tang Ling thought as he walked over.
"Hey, black girl." Tang Ling knelt down and greeted Valencia.
Valencia was slightly startled when she saw it was Tang Ling, and when she heard the name black girl in his mouth, she couldn't help but say: "You are black, you are as black as the charcoal in the fire pit!"
"Not only Barbato Village, but all the villages nearby are the most beautiful to me." Valencia was so excited that a snot bubble appeared in her nose as she spoke.
"Haha." Tang Ling laughed immediately.
Valencia was so angry that she couldn't help punching Tang Ling twice.
In fact, what is not beautiful about this grassland girl? The wheat-colored skin is so healthy, with thick eyebrows, a slight blush on the cheekbones, plump lips, and large and somewhat sunken eyes, full of youthful vitality, like a hot flame, burning on the grassland The young man's heart felt hot.
Only Tang Ling noticed very special characteristics.
In fact, there is no difference in Tang Ling's eyes whether he is black or white, it is just a characteristic. However, there is no way to explain this to a girl like Valencia.
After arguing with Tang Ling for a while, Valencia's mood calmed down a little.
Tang Ling sat down next to Valencia, pulled out a piece of grass, held it in his mouth, and said, "Are you reluctant to let go of the warrior?"
"How do you know?" Valencia expressed surprise.
"Is there any need to guess? Warrior is very healthy and looks like a long-lived horse. However, you are crying while watching it reluctantly parting with it. Isn't this because you can't let go of Warrior?" Tang Ling turned his head as he spoke. He looked at the warrior and patted his horse's leg with his hand.
"Be careful." Valencia couldn't help but remind him. As the saying goes, slapping the horse's leg means that slapping the horse's leg is a relatively dangerous move.
But the strange thing is that the warrior seems to have an indescribable fear of Tang Ling. Not only did he willingly carry him so far in the afternoon, he also didn't react at all when he was slapped on the leg.
This surprised Valencia slightly.
"Why are you reluctant to let go of the warrior?" Tang Ling lay down half in front of the stable. The rain gradually became lighter, and the thick dark clouds covering the night sky became much thinner. At this time, the unique high altitude of the night sky on the grassland finally appeared.
"Because it is the most valuable property of my family. Even if it is my partner, it cannot be saved in the face of this incident." Valencia said in despair.
"It's not as valuable as the melon seeds I gave you, right?" Tang Ling asked tentatively. If it could actually help the family solve their troubles, Tang Ling wouldn't mind taking out another melon seed.
Although, he didn't have much in stock, he just happened to get it after he met another Sento Sunflower before heading to the Grand Canyon.
"No, why did you suddenly become stupid? You told me on the way not to reveal the matter about the melon seeds, otherwise it would bring disaster. At this time, you..." Valencia didn't understand whether the pout-faced boy in front of her was real. A little silly, but still smart.
"Are you stupid? You can definitely say that you picked it up or robbed it. How did you get it? Anyway, others couldn't find the second one in your house." The only trouble will be left to Tang Ling. , after all, the Valencia family suddenly had the so-called holy fruit, and a strange young man came as a guest. These two things are easily connected.
But by that time, Tang Ling had already left. It didn't matter what they thought. Could they still guess his identity
"Donnie, I don't want to." Valencia said in a low voice: "It's not that I don't want to part with the Holy Fruit. But such a Holy Fruit will create a strong man for most of Housewadidi."
"After they have more powerful people, they will only bully our village and other villages even more."
"They are no longer people on the grassland. They are traitors and have taken refuge with those who carried the stars."
"The man with the stars?" Tang Ling muttered in his mind, then sat up: "What is the man with the stars?"
"Those people wore gorgeous uniforms with stars embroidered on the chests of the uniforms. We call them people with stars." Valencia explained.
Tang Ling stopped talking and was thinking about something.
"Are those people bad? Why don't you join them?" After five seconds of silence, Tang Ling asked this question.
Has the hand of the Star Council reached here? Such a peaceful grassland without any competition from the world.
What do they want to do
"I don't know if they are bad or not, but they ask us to give our loyalty and from now on to herd and mine for them, they provide us with shelter."
"The key is that they want us to give up the glory of our ancestors. They demand that from now on there will be no more Barbato Village, only one of their subordinates." Valencia has never been out of here, and she doesn't know how to describe this relationship.
But Tang Ling understood as soon as he heard it. The Star Council decided to conquer all the villages here, turn this place into their territory, and let the people here collect the resources of this land for them. This was actually a disguised occupation.
When the time comes, does the Star Council want to establish a Star Kingdom
Seeing that Tang Ling didn't speak, Valencia continued: "Actually, the temptation is still great. In this era, survival is not so easy, and we also face various disasters at any time."
"What's more important is that our children don't get a good education and don't get outside resources."
"They said they could provide everything, such as exquisite clothes, powerful weapons, etc. Many people in the village were shaken."
"The ones who refused were a group of people led by my father. They said, 'These people with stars will actually educate the children here to become slaves. Take away our freedom and turn our herding and mining into serving them. job and do it forever'.
"I believe in my father." Valencia said quietly.
"Then what? A few of your villages didn't compromise, but most of Uwadidi compromised? But so what?" Tang Ling raised his eyebrows.
He knew that under the pressure of the Star Council, things would change sooner or later, and compromise was the general trend.
But it's not like the whole village is enveloped in an atmosphere of sadness, right? As a nomad, you are reluctant to kill a sheep. How trapped are you? However, this village is rich in cattle and sheep resources.
"Because, the wolf plague is coming. In two days at most, the wolf plague is coming." When Valencia said this, he could not continue talking.
"What is the wolf plague? Does this have anything to do with you dedicating warriors?" Tang Ling actually had a slight guess, but he still asked.
"Because we need most of the people in the House to send warriors to help us defend the village." Valencia replied.
Now I have to calm down and carve out the details of this book. In fact, if I could, I would even write down what materials the clothes are made of and what techniques they are used to sew them, so that the book is full of details. But this is an online article after all, and to be honest, I’m not sure about everyone’s acceptance. I can only make sure that every time I write about a place along the way, there will be a unique style and humanity. To achieve the ideal in my heart, online writing can also be refined and connotative. However, I haven't seen any comments in the past two days, and I don't know what everyone thinks of this kind of detail-heavy, slow-paced description.
(End of chapter)